...was good fun.  I was on a panel with Katy Moran, author of Bloodline, and our editor from Walker, Denise Johnstone-Burt.  The evening was called "So You Want To Write For Children?", and it was a good audience, too, about 100 of them and no apparent crazies (there's almost always someone at every literary event who'll ask about, say, Palestine or Nepal, even if the panel's subject is Where's Wally?).

Katy and I both read for a bit, the part I was nervous about, and then the evening just flew by.  People asked good questions, and we sold a few books at the end.  All in all, very good, a very pleasing reflection of the good folks of Brighton.

A big week ahead.  It's crunch time on a house buy so fingers crossed for that, seeing two plays (one at the National, one a revival of Pinter's Birthday Party (making it the fourth Pinter in a year)), and continuing with the rewrite of the next book.  Plus I'll be going into some bookshops to sign copies of The Knife of Never Letting Go, including Harrod's.  I must be moving up in the world...