Friday, 3 September 2010
Edinburgh International Book Festival: Part 2 - The Author is Wrangled
I got through it. My voice held out. I even made them laugh--at least twice. They clapped enthusiastically. And best of all, they kept on asking good questions till we ran out of time (I made a bad error though--note to self: never give the child who has told you a delightfully long and rambling story about his lego Minotaur the chance to DO IT AGAIN. It's very dark in that theatre, and I am easily confused.)
feature in it along with my lucky red coat. She was even polite about my talk.
As I left Waverly Station on the Train That Was Destined Never to Arrive, I had a thought. What a bloody marvellous thing the Edinburgh International Book Festival is. I do hope they invite me again one day.
Part 1 Edinburgh International Book Festival - The Outreach Author is here