I was at a library conference in Surrey yesterday, there to speak about the National Year of Reading.
There was an author there: Anthony McGowan.
I'd heard of him, epsecially his book Henry Tumour. He did a talk - and read a bit of his stuff.
Because I do so many events myself, I can never justify to myself going to see other authors. This may seem selfish and insular, but the truth is if I'm not working, I'm at home with my wife and daughter.
But seeing this author was great. He talked about how he became a writer. Fascinating. He read from his books. Brilliant. He made people laugh, disgusted them, challenged them.
And then I found out he's from Leeds.
He's got a new book coming out called The Knife that Killed Me. It sounds good, if grim. I'm going to buy it.