Home again

I am safely returned from far Macclesfield, where I had one of those strange gigs talking to both students and staff of the College and you never know quite how to pitch it, because of course the teenagers look bored as shit even if they're not, and of course the staff laugh and are enthusiastic and ask interested questions even if they're bored as shit...

But I sold a few books after, which is always good as a barometer; and I'd written a couple of pages on the way down until the train got too busy, and then it just became a reading day. A prolonged reading day, 'cos the same trains that took three hours on the way down were universally crap and took four and a half hours on the way home.

Among the post waiting for me at home was a Risk Assessment form for a Write Fantastic event in the autumn, that I'm supposed to fill out, but I have Absolutely No Idea how to begin. Hey-ho.