Last night, I headed over to Shaftesbury Avenue for a Robin Hobb book signing. It was pouring with rain but trivial things like terrible weather have never stopped me celebrating my geekdom. Robin Hobb, for me, is the Holy Grail of fiction writers and apparently I’m not alone in thinking that. When I got there, the queue was very long. Fortunately my friend Maria had arrived in plenty of time to save a space for us. S.E. Berrow rocked up a short while later, bringing clear skies with her, and the door to Forbidden Planet opened.
The actual signing was quite a short experience, unlike the other signings I’ve been to. Forbidden Planet was getting ready to close for the night and the turnout had been more than they were expecting (silly them). Hobb was lovely as always though, and apologised for having to rush through the queue at a pace. It was actually a bit of a boon for me – I get weirdly starstruck when I meet authors I love. Last time I met her, when Fool’s Assassin came out, I hardly squeaked two words to the woman! This time was smoother and I came away with a signed copy of Assassin’s Fate and – amazingly – a signed copy of my hardback Assassin’s Apprentice, which I’d brought along on the off-chance. So, until Hobb announces another Realm of the Elderlings book (if she ever does), my collection is now complete! Look at my beautiful new book-baby…!
As beautiful as it is, my copy of Assassin’s Fate is currently in the hands of S.E. Berrow, who is fulfilling her duties as my writing partner. I’m disappointed to say that I failed to complete editing my book, as per our arrangement, only managing 25,000 words. Thus, I’m not allowed to read it until I’ve finished.
Now the book has been in my hands, I’m really feeling the pressure. Fortunately I have a lot of free weekends approaching that I can use to catch up.
It won’t be long now, my precious. I promise.