Post-party

[desperance]

Well, I dunno. You spend all day cleaning the house and laying in alcohol, putting the fizz in the fridge and twiglets in bowls - and then everybody buggers off straight after the restaurant, except for shewhomust and durham_rambler who came back for coffee and Barry-fussing. Honestly, my friends are all getting so middle-aged, muttering about jobs and up-earlyness and knackeredness and such. And me too, not even opening a bottle of wine, content just to drink coffee with my friends...

Or, in other words, the book launch went just fine, thanks. We had forty-odd people turn up in the end, and it really didn't matter if I knew them all by name. I read a bit, because I like reading to people (indeed, I think I'm beginning to design the opening pages of a book to be read aloud, for exactly this reason: which is shocking, but useful too), and then Gail-Nina asked me some questions in a sort of mock-interview way, with people heckling from the audience (rabble, they're all rabble). We shifted a couple of dozen books after, with my lovely assistant samarcand acting as bookseller, and so off for a curry with that dozen or so who could be roped in for company.

I really enjoyed the evening, once people started turning up and so chased my nerves away. It's a confession, I suppose, but I do like an audience. So long as it's friendly. A roomful of people I know pretty well, all of them listening to Me: what could be nicer...?

Comments

[fjm.livejournal.com]

Sounds lovely!

[synedrian.livejournal.com]

How's "I had to get home to start reading the book?" for an excuse, though?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Works for me, petal. If you can't be with me in the too-too-solid, I'm always happy to hang out in the virtual. There is some corner of that flimsy book that is forever Me.

[hamadryad11.livejournal.com]

I'm glad it turned out well. Sounds like it was very nice launch. And topping it off with good Indian food with friends? I figure it can't get much better than that.