The BSFA meet seemed to go well: no one threw stuff, walked out or fell asleep. My lack of experience at public speaking (panels at cons don’t count – I usually end up sitting next to Charlie Stross, so I don’t need to speak, just nod) means that I tend to be bemused and somewhat intimidated by the idea that people are looking at me in the expectation I’ll say something worthwhile and interesting; however, Kari’s gentle interviewing technique, combined with a large glass of merlot, soon loosened me up. I could definitely get used to this kind of ego-flaunting, well-lubricated lifestyle.
The final event of the week, the signing at the Southampton branch of Forbidden Planet, will be taking place this Saturday between 1pm and 2pm. I’ll be in the excellent company of fellow Gollancz writers Alex Bell and Suzanne MacLeod and there will be free wasabi peas for the first ten punters to buy copies of all our books. (Or, if you don’t like wasabi peas, we’ll eat them for you, and you can watch our faces.)
Next week I must stop partying and do some actual writing.