A day of fiction
Yesterday I went down to join a group of writers at the Malibu–I had no idea what I was getting into. The group has apparently been meeting for some seventeen years, every Wednesday at the same restaurant. It was a lively bunch of writers, none of whom I had met before. I went because Keith R.A. DeCandido invited me down so I could sign the Dr. Who: Destination Prague bookplates–we’re both in the anthology. I had a blast and am planning to return next week.
That evening, I went down to the Fantastic Fiction reading at the KGB, which featured Paul Park and Esther Friesner. I’ve been trying to attend one of these readings for years. It seems like everytime I come to NYC for a gig, a KGB reading falls somewhere in the trip, but I’ve always had a conflict. One time–one–I managed to join them for dinner afterwards. It was great to be able to do the whole thing this time.