I mean, I turn my back for two minutes…
Me? Oh, you know. Here and there. Doing this, and that. On those occasions where opportunity has presented itself, I’ve also done the other.
I stopped smoking, for one thing. That’s the main reason I’ve kept away from here for a while, as I was worried I’d jinx it by talking about it (and it’s the sort of thing that, when you’re doing it, you want to talk about incessantly, regardless how boring this might be for the other person). It’s been a few weeks now though (17th August, actually), and it’s going pretty well. Not so well that I should get complacent about it, but it’s the most successful attempt to date, and I can’t really imagine a circumstance that would make me light up again.
Bugger. Jinxed it.
In other news, I’m all booked up to attend Fantasycon in a week or so. Hotel’s sorted (the same hotel the convention is in), and the flight to East Midlands Airport is booked and paid for. I’ve never been to a convention before, and it’s high on the list of things I really should be doing as a writer, if only to put faces to the editors and writers I’ve worked with remotely. I have to confess, I’m nervous about it, but looking forward to it at the same time. I fly down next Thursday morning, and should hit Nottingham around lunchtime. I’ll get a chance to look around the city in the afternoon (some sort of castle there, apparently, and a forest of note), and then Friday to Sunday should be convention-heavy. I’ve no idea what to expect, but shall see what comes. Eeek! I suddenly feel like the new kid on the block.
Um. With less lip-synching, of course.