Today is the most glorious of days.
It’s Love Your Pet Day!
Like I need any excuse.
Today is Random Acts of Kindness Day.
I like random acts of kindness. I’ve experienced a few. Read More…
So, the other week when social media was blowing up because some asshat thought it would be a good idea to blatantly disrespect every author on the planet by asking which pirate sites were best to illegally download books, I had a thinky thought while I was out walking my dog.
You’re gonna have to bear with me. I’m gonna ramble. This is a little incoherent but there’s a point in here somewhere.
I did a bad thing. Okay, not so much bad as stupid and unthinking…which I guess is pretty bad.
But I’m blaming the fact that it was 5.30am and I’m a sucker for a pretty face.
It started last week.
Last weekend, I travelled up to London to meet up with a group of m/m authors and readers, and it was really rather nice. We all sat around in a pub and chatted, and drank, and ate. Some people knew everyone, some people were brand new to the group, but the whole thing was relaxed and friendly and fun.
I wanted to write a little something about the day, but it’s taken me a while to get my thoughts in order. Writing this now, I’m still not entirely sure what I want to say about it. I met some lovely people, I got some great writing advice, but I guess one of the main things I’ve been thinking about since, is that everyone I’ve told about the day has asked me if I enjoyed myself: did I have a good time? To which, of course, the answer is, yes. But also, it’s not quite that simple.