(A post about my recent trip to London, of special interest to anyone interested in self-publishing or the work of Virginia Woolf and the Hogarth Press)
Having to attend an evening meeting in London of the Alliance of Independent Authors earlier this week provided a great excuse to spend an afternoon as a tourist in what used to be my home city.
I was born and raised in the London suburb of Sidcup, and I still regard it as the centre of the world, and in particular Charing Cross Station, the central London terminus for the suburban line from Sidcup into town. Although the train from where I live now in the Cotswolds goes into Paddington Station, my first instinct is usually to hop on an Underground train and head for Charing Cross.
This visit was no different, as I wanted…
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