The conference itself was (ahem) rather dull, I'm afraid. This is the room I spent most of my time in:
We sold quite a few books, considering the size of the conference. But I spent a lot of time trying to avoid being drawn into conversation with Stefano, the Catering Manager, who I thought at any second was going to ask you "You like to go to disco?" in manner of cheesy local to package holiday female tourist.
However, here are some examples of the gorgeous views over Edinburgh from New College:
I didn't sample anything particularly scottish, or bring back any shortbread, but I did enjoy an hour and a half's worth of freedom yesterday morning, in which I did a lightning dash round the shops, and went to the National Gallery of Scotland: nice William Blake mini-exhibit. And yesterday evening Laura and I visited the Waterstones. I bought three fabulous books, which I've read already! Decadent!
Very proud, too, that on the journey there, I did actually manage to do some writing. In fact, you'll see my word count has shot up a bit on the right hand column. I'm pleased. I feel like a real writer when that happens.
And home... good to be back, in my own space, but I'll admit, it feels a bit weird. After the basic accomodation of the university halls, I'm pleased to be back in my own bed, with a bigger but thinner duvet, more pillows, and a shower that sprays, not dribbles. But these are all niggles. A change might be as good as a rest, and I am exhausted, but I'm so pleased I went.
