My Edinburgh International Book Festival Debut

Me reading "Here Be Dragons", an extract from my novel-in-progress, at the Edinburgh International Book Festival

Me reading “Here Be Dragons”, an extract from my novel-in-progress, at the Edinburgh International Book Festival

Earlier this year I moved to Edinburgh, Scotland. I wasn’t quite sure what the year would bring but I was full of optimism, ambition and just a wee bit of apprehension at what surprises lay ahead.

If I could go back and talk to my past, newly-arrived-in-Edinburgh self, I would have a few things to say. There would be a lot of, “Yes, Digestive Biscuits are heaven in a £1 packet, but, you don’t really need a pack a day.” As well as some, “Pants mean underwear in the UK. Trousers.  Repeat after me. Trousers.” But mostly I would say, “Girl! Don’t you worry your little head about job hunting. In a few months you’ll be working at a castle. That’s right, a freaking CASTLE! The very one you ogle over every day. And all those writing ambitions? Forget visiting the Edinburgh International Book Festival, you’re going to be part of the line up. You heard me, you’re on the program.”

Of course, my past self would have undoubtedly laughed in the face of future me at all this. Working at a castle? Reading at the Edinburgh Book Festival. Digestive Biscuits at only £1? An unlikely scenario.

And yet, here I am, with at last some time to reflect on the whole whirlwind adventure to date, and feeling just a little bit astonished at how the year has turned out.

The Book Festival is the major contender in all the incredulity. Of all the festivals in August, this was the one I had been looking forward to the most. I had read about it, talked about it, probably even dreamed about it. I couldn’t wait to attend, to browse the books, meet the authors, mingle with the masses, and generally soak up all the literary goodness.  Naturally, in all this I imagined myself as the overenthusiastic attendee; lots of squees and just a little bit of author stalking.

Of course, there were still lots of squees (and between you and me, just a little bit of author stalking), but under entirely different circumstances.

You see, when you’re unemployed and job applications are being sent out in the hundreds to no avail, suddenly opportunities that under normal circumstances would seem far-fetched or ludicrously beyond our capabilities, all of a sudden become rather appealing and quite within our means. I confess I became rather trigger happy when it came to applying for any possible opportunity that might see me emerge from my unemployment pit of hell. Supermarket Manager? I figure if I go to the supermarket therefore I could surely run one. Lion tamer? I had a cat once, that’s the same thing, right? As you can see, completely delusional. So when I saw the City of Literature’s call out for “new and emerging writers to read their work as part of Story Shop at the Edinburgh International Book Festival”, I thought why not? Sure they wanted someone comfortable with public speaking (TERRIFYING), at the biggest book festival in the world (OMG), but I’m a professional (I’ve written stuff), I can do this (can I?!).

Mostly, however, I just assumed that along with all the job applications I’d sent into the netherworld, I’d never hear anything of it again.

Except I did.

When I received that email saying I’d been successful I was completely and utterly shocked. Me? Reading my own work at the book festival? In front of real live people? Getting paid for it? Holy rainbows and unicorns! Whose life is this?

I was terrified of course. I don’t like being the centre of attention, and I’ve never enjoyed public speaking. But part of me knew this was something I had to prove to myself I could do. Writers are no longer allowed to indulge as they once could in a reclusive, quiet life in some dark dingy room. No, these days a writer needs to be able to sell his/her work under the spotlight. Book signings, social media, interviews – it’s all part of the process.

And so begun a new adventure. One that involved photo shoots, a public speaking workshop, rubbing shoulders with famous authors, recording an extract at a recording studio, and the big finale – reading my work to a live audience.

And you know what? It went well. Better than I could have imagined. I’d be the first person to admit it if it hadn’t, because I expected to stumble over every word and freeze up on stage. But I didn’t.  I could see my audience listening. I could feel them hanging on the next word. There were no yawns, no fidgeting, no coughs. No one got up to leave. Dare I say, I even enjoyed it?

And after it was all over I even had a few people ask where they could find my work.

Reading to a live audience was a whole new experience. I can now, more than ever, see the appeal that once was all the rage amongst novelists like Dickens, who would perform live readings of his work around the country. There is a kind of unspoken power that stems from not only being present for the immediate response of your audience, but in the influence you have to sway that response with the tone, pace and pitch of your voice, with your body language, eye contact, and how you interact with that audience.

Of course, it goes without saying that this experience hasn’t suddenly made me some sort of public speaking superstar. I can safely say I would need many many years of practice to feel confident stepping on stage. But I proved to myself I could do it. I received some wonderful feedback. I met some incredibly talented new and emerging writers. As well as some not-so-emerging writers like Neil Gaiman and Margaret Atwood. I even got to wear a pass that said “Author” on it.

And if the Edinburgh International Book Festival says so, it must be true.

Festival Pass

*Find my story extract, bio, a not so great audio sample (recorded pre having overcome fear!), and more about the Story Shop program on the Edinburgh City of Literature website, here.

26 comments on “My Edinburgh International Book Festival Debut

  1. I’ve found that life oft enjoys throwing us a surprising curve ball like that. My congratulations. And if anyone ever asks about your credentials as a writer you can shout at them “I’m a real author! Look! I’ve got a badge which says so!”

  2. Yay! Also, OMG those digestive biscuits are SO addictive, I agree. Glad you’ve had some time to reflect and best wishes with the next stage in your writing journey :)

    • Digestive Biscuits will be the death of me! They’re simply far too cheap and scrumptious to deny. Thanks to you too, Angela. Was so great to chat with a fellow Aussie in the Yurt :)

    • Cheers Hannah! I confess, I can’t stand listening to my own voice on tape (who can really?) and I definitely rushed through the recording because I was so nervous. But it’s all a lesson learned for the next time.

      • I could tell you were rushing, and I could feel your nerves, but I think it added to your personality on the recording in a good way! There was a lot more of you there than just your words! And I think relating with an author-person is part of the point of a reading, compared to just reading the written words myself, privately, later.

  3. Congratulations on your success, Katy! A great blog of your exciting literary journey and the opportunity for everyone to read your delightful short story. Badged an author – love it! I look forward to seeing you soon, back home here in Tasmania, when we’ll don the gown and walk the stage.:)

  4. Wow, congratulations Katy! That’s huge!! Thanks for sharing your literary journey with us.
    ‘AUTHOR’ spelt out in block letters on a lanyard badge … If that ain’t an affirmation, I don’t know what is!

  5. Congratulations to you! And I’m quite sad to have missed it – I think I moved from Edinburgh around the time you arrived. The Book Festival is amazing, isn’t it?

    The lit scene is pretty great there!

  6. Wow, what a great chance you got, that’s awesome and I’m happy to hear it went well. Also, Edinburgh is a pretty cool city, I visited earlier this year.

  7. Love that you are out there living the dream Katy. Will be keeping posted for more on the dragons, who I swear snooze in the undergrowth and by the shoreline of my local national park (miles away- in hiding?).

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