It is late on Friday. Much later than I had planned to get any of this done. I'm falling behind and I've not even begun. To wit:
- I had hoped to attend the Book Prizes announcement tonight at 8pm. I had hoped to wheedle my way near Tod Goldberg because I am quite sure that his running commentary (both verbal and non) would be hilarious. Instead, I've got a fever, I've got a migraine and I have to sit this one out. Which means we will hope for a full recollection of events to appear from Mr. Goldberg sometime early next weekish, if not sooner.
- I had hoped to finish Antoine Wilson's The Interloper before his panel tomorrow morning at 10am. I even see from my stats that he has found my blog (@!?!@?!) and has linked to me. Linked, specifically, to the bit about me finishing his book. Shame, shame on me. Antoine, dear Antoine, I've failed you before I've even met you. If I have any hope of making it to his panel tomorrow somewhat less bleary-eyed than I am now, I won't be able to finish it. You must know that the first few chapters are very good, very creepy. As in, I was extra-creeped at 2am on Wednesday morning whilst reading your book. It could have been the early hour, the darkeness all around me. But I also think it's your creepy-but-strangely-funny book. So there's that.
- I've spent far too long mapping out a not-nearly-as-funny-as-I-had-hoped post about making your way through the festival that is up at LAist. I think I'd be funnier if I'd had some sleep in the past three days. And no fever. And no migraine. I digress.
- I'm tossing the word "hope" around quite a bit. Not sure what that says about my mental state.
- No matter: I will be at the LA Times Festival of Books both Saturday and Sunday and will be bringing you coverage when & where I'm able to vis-a-vis the wireless situation at the media tent. It will be interesting, I'm sure, but if it is fever-induced coverage, it may be even more interesting. Do stay tuned.
- If you'll be there, do let me know. I can always muster up the energy for drinks and a chat.
- Off to bed, Antoine's book tucked under my arm. Has it been proven, with hard evidence, that osmosis doesn't work as it relates to finishing a must-finish book?
