It's big socks o-clock in Atlas Mews. And I can't quite work out how to make the heating come on...
So, last night was fun. I didn't win but you can't have everything (where would you put it?) I actually knew, as soon as I saw that Polly Dunbar's Penguin was on the same shortlist, that she was sure to win. It's a great book, and she is a wonderful illustrator and author. She had the best shoes in the building last night, too. It really isn't quite fair. There are interviews with several of the shortlisters here, (including me, but you may have just read it here anyway...)
I did get champagne in the post yesterday for my Charlie and the Chocolate Factory work though.
I was more disappointed that Viviane Schwarz didn't win her category, actually. As much as I like Emily Gravett's book. She's already winning things left right and centre. Still, The shortlists were full of genuinely great books. Emma Chichester Clark has made some of my favourite recent picture books and Neil Layton is a genius, and a really nice person to boot (I mean as well, I did not, in fact, enjoy booting him. Or even boot him at all, that I remember. Oh dear, I'm full of dreadful jokes this morning).
And Michael Rosen was there, and I've gone on and on about how great he is so I won't any more. But it was lovely to talk to him, and make plans a little more for the book that I really must be getting a move on with.
Today I have to colour in a different book, a bit relentlessly, or there will be trouble. There's so much talk around at the moment about terrible slumps in UK children's books, and frightening trends in education (It's very good to have Michael and The Big Picture on the case). Yet I have so much work on and I'm still procrastinating like crazy, or looking from one project to another and slumping down dizzy.