| Sarah Prineas ( @ 2008-09-17 06:58:00 |
Little Shops Road

Little Shops Road
Hello!
I am in London. It's 2:48 in the afternoon here, which means something o'clock in the morning at home in Iowa, and despite the dire warnings about jet lag I am doing just fine. Maybe it'll hit me tomorrow?
I do keep spelling things wrong and retyping them...typing things wrong and respelling them...
Anyway, the trip over was so easy. Big plane! Flies fast! We got in early and had to circle around London before their curfew ended, and then a stack of six planes all landed at once and a crowd of people descended on Customs. I got through okay ("What is your purpose in coming to the UK?" I was asked. "I am a writer on tour for my book!" I answered chirpily).
"Car' picked me up from the airplane thingy place and drove me to hotel, which is QUAINT (means you get lost in secret passageways trying to find the elevator--excuse me, "lift") (if you click through the pictures, you can see a picture of my room key, also quaint). Then I met up with my lovely UK publicist, Nicci, and we whirled around to three different bookstores to sign books. The picture, above, is of a pedestrian street packed with tiny independent bookshops, all with different specialties.
Now I'm in the hotel and have about 45 minutes until HIGH TEA with editor and her assistant. I am told high tea is quite an event, with much food in addition to tea.
Did you ever have high tea? Are jeans proper attire? Wondering if I should change...
Cheers!

Little Shops Road
Hello!
I am in London. It's 2:48 in the afternoon here, which means something o'clock in the morning at home in Iowa, and despite the dire warnings about jet lag I am doing just fine. Maybe it'll hit me tomorrow?
I do keep spelling things wrong and retyping them...typing things wrong and respelling them...
Anyway, the trip over was so easy. Big plane! Flies fast! We got in early and had to circle around London before their curfew ended, and then a stack of six planes all landed at once and a crowd of people descended on Customs. I got through okay ("What is your purpose in coming to the UK?" I was asked. "I am a writer on tour for my book!" I answered chirpily).
"Car' picked me up from the airplane thingy place and drove me to hotel, which is QUAINT (means you get lost in secret passageways trying to find the elevator--excuse me, "lift") (if you click through the pictures, you can see a picture of my room key, also quaint). Then I met up with my lovely UK publicist, Nicci, and we whirled around to three different bookstores to sign books. The picture, above, is of a pedestrian street packed with tiny independent bookshops, all with different specialties.
Now I'm in the hotel and have about 45 minutes until HIGH TEA with editor and her assistant. I am told high tea is quite an event, with much food in addition to tea.
Did you ever have high tea? Are jeans proper attire? Wondering if I should change...
Cheers!