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Actually, I haven't been anywhere near Ludlow; I've been to Alt.Fiction, my favourite one-day con, in sunny Derby (which, rather oddly, has a Canal Street but apparently no canal; I went from end to end, and there was no water to be found beyond an overflowing drain. Which doesn't quite do it, somehow. Gutter Street, they could fairly call it, but that's about the limit).
Alt.Fiction has many, many writers talking lots; I myself did two panels and a workshop. All of which were crowded, because the other thing Alt.Fiction has in abundance is readers. (Hi, folks!)
Excellent day. And then there was the increasingly-traditional Going for a Curry with the Crowthers and the Campbells, which is a fine thing; and then I was drunk and tired and went to bed.
And today began with a hotel breakfast, as they do; and then there were three hours on a train (in first class! 'cos it was dead cheap! hurrah! but the coffee-machine wasn't working! boo! and no one could actually, y'know, make a pot of coffee!) during which I wrote six pages. I really should travel more, it's very productive.
And Ferrari won the Grand Prix, which was an excellent thing; and otherwise I have mostly watched TV (a drama about Jane Austen, which I don't know if it reflected real life at all but I liked it, and Olivia Williams was magnificent as the eponymous Jane) and reacquainted myself with the cats. Mac has squirmed and wriggled all over me, with much purring; Baz kept his distance for a while, then came and sat on me v firmly. For thus do they express their several and determinate natures.
Alt.Fiction has many, many writers talking lots; I myself did two panels and a workshop. All of which were crowded, because the other thing Alt.Fiction has in abundance is readers. (Hi, folks!)
Excellent day. And then there was the increasingly-traditional Going for a Curry with the Crowthers and the Campbells, which is a fine thing; and then I was drunk and tired and went to bed.
And today began with a hotel breakfast, as they do; and then there were three hours on a train (in first class! 'cos it was dead cheap! hurrah! but the coffee-machine wasn't working! boo! and no one could actually, y'know, make a pot of coffee!) during which I wrote six pages. I really should travel more, it's very productive.
And Ferrari won the Grand Prix, which was an excellent thing; and otherwise I have mostly watched TV (a drama about Jane Austen, which I don't know if it reflected real life at all but I liked it, and Olivia Williams was magnificent as the eponymous Jane) and reacquainted myself with the cats. Mac has squirmed and wriggled all over me, with much purring; Baz kept his distance for a while, then came and sat on me v firmly. For thus do they express their several and determinate natures.