Please come in and have a look around. We’d love to hear what you think.
For those hardy friends who have been visiting the blog, and have been frustrated by the lack of access to the website pages… We promise it won’t be long before the great unveiling. The Libertà website will be revealed soon.
The pages are pretty much finished. Some of the detail is still to be sorted.
Then it will be Fanfare Or Trumpets Day.
And apologies for my last post. I moaned about the lack of winter. Winter has now arrived, in the shape of a storm buffeting much of the UK. That will teach me NOT to moan.
Winter? There’s not much point in going up a ski jump when there’s no snow. And so far, November is looking to be one of the warmest on record.
Not quite as warm and inviting as this beautiful Scottish beach, perhaps, but warm enough to forget about fires and thermal underwear. Sellers of winter woollies will be tearing their hair out.
Meanwhile, Sophie and I are soldiering on with website preparation, ready for the great unveiling day. Oh, and we’re trying to finish the odd book, while we’re at it.
Almost a week into the knotty process of website creation and I’ve launched myself off the top of the ski-jump. I’m flying!
Mind you, the feathers on my wings are looking decidedly tatty and the wind is gusting so much under me that I’m being buffeted all over the place.
And it’s still a VERY long way down.
But at least the snow has stopped and I’m beginning to see my way to the other side of the valley. Sophie and I have been beavering away this week. Lots of page content is out of the egg incubator and in the bag — apologies for all my mixed metaphors — and the pages will be public pretty soon, we hope. Watch this space.
To brighten up this pic-free post, I’m pasting in my fabulous new Joanna Maitland logo which will appear as branding on all my self-published books. It was designed by Jane Dixon Smith and I really love it. Hope you do too.
Day two of the Libertà Books blog and it’s getting scarier by the minute. And yes, my feet are frozen up here on the top of the jump. The wind is howling round me — how will I ever fly straight for half a second? — and I can barely see down to the ground.
It’s still a long way down.
On the other hand, the blog page is looking suitably green and springlike. So maybe we’ll get through the snow after all.
And look: this camellia is coming out to cheer us up.
Gasping as we reach the top of the stairs. Why don’t they have lifts at the back of ski-jumps? Are we supposed to be fit, or something?
Guys, it’s an awfully long way down. Scary. But we’ve promised lift-off soon. And, honestly, would anyone in their right mind face all those stairs again?
So its Geronimo time.
In a minute.
We’re slowly climbing up the stairs at the back of the ski-jump. Soon we’ll be starting down the ski run and getting ready to lift off. It’s going to be snowing all things books. And we’re going to be flying through the air, like birds.
What kind of birds? You choose…