You know what never grows old?
People who are either total strangers or whom I only know by repute coming up to me to inform me that they love my work.
This, and the good panels I've attended and the not-too-bad one I was part of, compensate for the fact that I am playing that tiresome conference game of dodging tedious person I do not want to get cornered by.
I have not only been trapped by them in interminable conversations at more than one conference before, I even arranged for them to come and see me at work to discuss what I am now considering their highly putative research project, and I do not want to go round on this yet again with someone who is more about the talking about it than the doing. /cynicism
There is special display of Textbook Mk 2 on publisher's table, one of the other publishers has The Anthology displayed (+ editor says it's going well and there is excellent feedback), and I deduce from the 2nd hand book stall that several of my older works command good prices.
I avoided the great conference going out for dinner aaarghness by coming back to my hotel room with some fruit from the Sainsburys Local I passed on the way, having been nibbling not very healthily all day (hotel breakfast, pastries with morning coffee, finger buffet lunch, cake with tea, canapes at the reception...) and desperate for by 5 a day.
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