Thursday, February 24, 2005On meeting those you admire...I was at the Orion Author party last night. A fine occasion and a great venue. It was also one of those nights when I met some people I have admired and respected from afar until now. And also a friend who was the victim of a random stabbing crime just before Christmas - Roger Levy, author and dentist. He's a strong and determined character as well as a terrific bloke and it was great to see him around and about. I spent a little time talking to Michael Palin. Having grown up with Python, Ripping Yarns and much more, it was a little odd to face a man who I have mimicked mercilessly like so many generations of students before me (and since, no doubt). A charming man, too. Just as you would expect having seen any of his travel films. Accessible and modest, easy to talk to. It was a delight and an honour. More recently, I've really enjoyed the new look Top Gear and its trio of excellent presenters. Another fortunate meeting last night was with Richard Hammond who I spoke to at the party and in the pub afterwards. Again, exactly as lively and entertaining as his presenter persona suggests. Unsympathetic to the jealousies of the rest of us who would love to drive magnificent cars for a living, which is just as it should be. Another determined character with a focused vision of his career path that is to be respected. I wish him every success. It would be well-deserved. Too many of our celebrities carry the 'do you know who I am?' mentality around with them like a sledgehammer. Meeting a couple of them that don't is most refreshing. Tuesday, February 22, 2005A deed being doneIt's a strange thing, having delivered the first volume of The Ascendants of Estorea. There's still much to be done on it of course. Editing, copy editing, final proofing etc and blah. But for now, a brief haitus. It's great because I can finally catch up on emails, my website forum, a film script I'm writing with a friend and various other bits 'n' pieces. But there are also those times when I get a pang of guilt and wonder why I'm not staring at one chapter or other of the book just done. I could begin planning the next one in detail but that seems a trifle premature for whatever reason. It won't stay that way for long, mind you. Time will begin to press very soon. But until then, I'm trying to enjoy this free time and not always succeeding. Like I say, strange. It's all to do with the book having been part of me for so long. It's not like losing a limb, more like putting something down and not remembering for a while exactly where you left it. If that makes sense. I love the result, by the way. The story, characters, structure, everything. It will improve more before the print button is pressed but as a submission draft, it is my best yet. Am already having a few thoughts about improving the final chapter... |
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