OK. I do realise there’s every chance this post will not make me popular but I feel obliged to say something, since so many of you have asked.
I Heart London is the last book in the I Heart series for now. There are several reasons for this, the most important being that when I started writing it, I really felt like I’d finished telling Angela’s story and didn’t want to take the piss out of you or her by stringing out her adventures needlessly. Who wanted to read I Heart Blackpool where Angela loses a Louboutin while riding the donkeys, Jenny fell in love up the Blackpool tower and Alex rode in on the number 17 to save the day under the illuminations? Well, me actually but the point is, I thought I was done. The thing is, once I’d got about halfway through and knew how things were going to pan out, I realised there were still a million things for Angela et al to get up to. That said, I still think she (and I) need a bit of a rest, if only some time off to get up to new trouble.
Unfortunately for me, there’s no time for time off. If I stop writing, my hands seize up and my friends start hitting me around the face with their handbags because I start talking too much. Even more than normal. And so, I’m currently busy working away on something very shiny and very new, the title of which will be announced shortly. I promise it’ll be funny and romantic and full of new friends to fall in love with and one day, in a couple of years, Angela and Alex will be back. I have everything crossed that you’ll like it and honestly, the idea of putting out something new is genuinely terrifying so I really, really need you on side with this. Please?
Does that sound like a fair deal?
And failing all else, please accept this photo of a tie-dyed goat I met at the Goldthwaite, Texas goat festival.