Yes, the Manchester Artists Book Fair for this year has been and gone. I always feel a little too close to it to judge how things went, but I know that I had a good time, which must be worth something. I even had table space for my books this year - Emma very kindly gave up a day and a half of her time to look after things for me and (I knew she would) did a fantastic job of selling things for me, as well as generally helping out with everything else. I'd like to put it all down to the boundless energy reserves of youth, but she's also very very good with people - it's something of a gift.
Meanwhile I talked a lot and counted a lot and photographed a lot and made a fair number of cups of tea and coffee as well. And, um, I might have spent a lot too. Mind you, I have some very lovely books to show for it.
So now what? Well there's still the 20:20 looming (and I still haven't figured out when I'm going to finish the edition for that) and the sorting of it, and then - because Emma was so super-efficient at shifting my work - I'd better get making books (and prints) for the Volume fair at the shiny new Birmingham library in December. It's definitely time for some new work.