Just after 6am in the city that never sleeps. We arrived in
Manhattan last night by stretch limo (small child was beside
himself with excitement) to find our hotel is a Spiderman's leap
from the Chrysler Building where the final scene of Ghostbusters
was filmed. How appropriate. Not much time to do anything more than
stroll to Time Square and back before we were all dropping with
exhaustion. Mind you, small one had been complaining of jet lag
since we arrived at Heathrow.
He is now perched on the window ledge, 21 floors up, pointing a
water pistol at the early arrivals in Chrysler opposite. We keep
trying to tell him people over here don't have a great sense of
humour when it comes to firearms but I suspect he's going to have
to learn by hard personal experience.
In a few moments, we are off to the Grand Central Station for
breakfast, then I have to get ready for lunch with my American
publishers. Tonight is the Agents and Editors Party and the
announcement of this year's Mary Higgins Clark Award Winner.
