Some trains, some sleeping on an inflatable bed, some more trains, some trudging through miles of anonymous airport corridor, some customs and security checks, some films on a tiny screen (Kick Ass – good fun, bit less interesting than I was expecting, though, and Prince of Persia – vaguely distracting hokum with some laughably ropey dialogue) and here I am in New York. Man, it’s just like being on a film set. Why aren’t the manhole covers all smoking, though?
Sorry to say that the bookstore event on the evening of the 7th got cancelled, so the only place you’ll be able to look upon me in the actual flesh and perhaps even get a book signed is as an attendee at the Comic Con. I shall be signing at the Orbit booth (2315) on Friday 3.00-4.00 pm, and on Saturday 12.00-1.00pm. On Friday evening I shall be playing fifth wheel on a panel of modern-day fantasy talents: Peter V. Brett, Jim Butcher, Naomi Novik and Brandon Sanderson, where we shall be discussing epic fantasy. That’s right. I shall also be found wandering the floor, pimping my books to any who will listen and many who will not. Feel free to collar me and tell me how much you love my writing. Go on. You can lie.