I’m on a £1 an hour Internet cafe computer in Brighton at the moment, recovering from day 1. Got into Heathrow yesterday morning, took the bus to Brighton and made it through the rest of the day without succumbing to jetlag. The hotel is right across from the pier. Old and packed but atmospheric, like something out of an Agatha Christie novel.
The con is sold out, 600 attendees and they could have had more. Half the people have never been to a con before, according to the organizers. We had a round-robin reading for the Evolve anthology yesterday afternoon that was very well attended. I read from my Kindle for the first time in public, which worked out well. It allowed me to be more heads up with the audience, which I was told came across well. Can’t wait to read the other contributions to this new anthology.
Had supper with Weston Ochs, Yvonne Navarro and Rocky Wood at a pub. Bangers and mash. I was famished by then. Jetlag started to kick in during the early evening, but a tag-team reading by Scott Browne and Bill Breedlove woke me up again and I managed to hang in until 11 p.m. Got a good night’s sleep and am ready to tackle the new day, though I expect this post will be littered with typos and malapropisms. Not at my alertest. Tonight is the Dark Arts launch of When the Night Comes Down from 10 to midnight, so I might need to have a nap before then. Not used to late nights and all that beer!
Timer on the PC is running down so I’m off for now for a brisk stroll through the streets of Brighton and then back to the Royal Albion for panels and chatter.
