York Talk 1

Yeesh - what a ride.  What a buzz. 

Teething problems for some at check in sorted and straight into the mini course: Debi and Emma double act.  In spite of large numbers, it turned out to be quite interactive.  Intense?  You bet.  A huge amount to get through in 4 hrs. 

Hard to interpret those expressions. 


Were those frowns of concentration/discontent/confusion/boredom?

Feedback was good.  We got applause!  That has to be good, eh?

Whoosh.  Straight into the literary speed dating aka organised chaos but a good way to meet a large number of people fast.

And what an amazing bunch of people.  All those writers, all that creativity and enthusiasm.  All in one place.

Hardly enough time to appreciate the food.  It was good though.  As far as I can tell because I wanted to talk and to listen, not eat.

Barely enough time to digest the grub and certainly not enough time to digest all the wonderful words coming at you from every angle.

Because - whoosh again.  Authonomy Live.  Brave writers reading their work to the assembled throng and the panel, Simon Cowell, Cheryl Cole and ...

... oh hang on.  Wrong bunch. 

I'm sitting here, listening to the writers' words and the panel's feedback and thinking how lucky I am to be here.  And blogging for all of you who can't be here.

Apologies for the lack of links. I've taken some pix but haven't got round to uploading them yet.  Will try again tomorrow.