Pardon me while I get this out of my system first.
OH MY GOD I MET GARETH DAVID-LLOYD AND HE CALLED ME SWEETIE AND HE’S LIKE THE NICEST PERSON AND HE SIGNED MY DRAGON AGE: INQUISITION COVER AND HE WAS SO FRIENDLY BECAUSE I TOLD HIM I LOVED SOLAS AND AAAHHH.
Aaaaaand it’s out of my system.
So yeah, my first ever Comic-Con and this happened. It was… an interesting experience. I’ll probably have my own table next year, flogging my book to passersby, shouting at them to come back and offering cookies if they buy The Old Ways.
Probably still fangirling if there are any other famous people there too.
But given that my first sight upon entering the teeny tiny room over-packed with people was an overweight Spock, I had a surprisingly good time. Bought a keyring. And a Loki vinyl Pop! doll. He has a bobble-head. You know the ones I mean. With the black eyes? I tried to find a Castiel one, but no such luck.
Batman was there. Not the real one, obviously. A guy dressed as Batman. But his costume was amazing. He had a full on Dark Knight suit of armour. And a lantern jaw. Pretty impressive. Didn’t get close enough to hear if he could do the voice though.
And I’m proud to say I didn’t fangirl out loud at all, except for one brief moment in which I think I may have terrified my companion. Conversation went thus:
Him: “Do you want to head over?”
Me: “Over there? Sure, they have some cool– is that–? OH MY GOD, THAT’S RUMPLESTILTSKIN! FROM ONCE UPON A TIME! OH MY GOD THAT COSTUME IS AWESOME! HE’S GOT THE GOLD SKIN! AND THE HAIR! AND THE OUTFIT! OH MY GOD!”
Him: “You okay?”
Me: *heavy breathing* “Yeah. Let’s. Let’s just go over here for a minute.”
In other news, Celtic Woman are coming to my neck of the woods. Totally bought tickets. 10 year anniversary gig? I am so there.
In other, other news, I have a new editor, Fiona, who is working on The Old Ways for now. I’ve also been in talks about the front cover. I can’t wait to show you guys. Y’know. All three of you who read my ramblings. You know who you are, you precious diamonds that I hold dear to my hearts. No, heart. I only have one, right? Yeah. Just one.
A bit nervous about the coming months. Big changes happening in my life. No, I’m not pregnant. But, in a way, my baby is being released into the world. Ew that sounds gross. I mean my novel. My novel is my baby. And it’s being released.
Okay, this metaphor is confused.
I’ll stop rambling now. I’ve just realised I’ve made it this far into the day without a single drop of coffee. This must be rectified at once. Author, out!
Blessed be, my lovely little pixies.