Yup, I’ve made it out of the Soviet gulag-themed funland that is Pontins Camber Sands – and after all my initial concerns etc etc, I have to say I enjoyed the weekend far more than my liver has! Any situation where I get to hang out with authors who’re better-read, -informed, -intellectually endowed etc etc and chat to them and their publishers over many drinks, well that’s got to be good. So much thanks to the SFX crew for all their work, all the lovely Gollancz crew for taking us out there and looking after us all weekend – particularly Jon Weir, Simon Spanton and Gillian Redfearn – and the Tor uk lot for inviting me to join them for dinner and meet new cool people. And I would also thank my agent but he prefers to mysterious and nameless, so I better not say anything more!
Two things I have learned from the weekend, to my immense delight in both situations:
1) Dragons come from China – at least they do if you ask him very very nicely. The man’s frighteningly talented but also a top bloke.
2) David Devereux has a big hairy twin, who’s called Adrian Tchaikovsky – seriously, it’s spooky how their cadence and style of speech is exactly the fucking same. Fortunately they’re both really good guys so who can complain about there being more of those in the world?