New Inspector Singh on its way :-)

As you may have gathered from my reviews, I like the Inspector Singh series rather a lot. So I was very pleased to get the dispatch note from the Evil Empire this morning letting me know that my pre-order of Inspector Singh Investigates: A Curious Indian Cadaver is on its way to me. I rather think I know what I'll be reading straight after Eastercon, and it won't be something from the dealers' room.

Eastercon schedule

Yes, I'm going. Travelling with kalypso-v, arriving late lunchtime Friday morning if all goes well, and leaving mid-afternoon Monday.

I'm not on any panels (before anyone asks, because I didn't volunteer for any).

As noted in a comment to my previous post, normally I would say that I could probably be found hiding^W helping in the Green Room some of the time, but if I can't be relied on to hold onto a mug of tea, I certainly can't be relied on to do a bar run, so I'm not sure what or even if I'm doing by way of stewarding. Ops runner has been suggested as something I might be able to do even in my enfeebled state, but we shall see on Friday. For the first time in a decade SteveR has not press-ganged me onto the Redemption table (yet...), but I expect I'll be either there or at the Waveney book stall at odd moments over the weekend.

My mobile phone number hasn't changed for at least three years, but email if you need to check you've got the right one (or haven't got it but have just realised that Eastercon is a much larger con than Redemption and relying on bumping into people isn't going to work:-).

In light of something that happened last time I went to Eastercon, I would note that I am a small press author at a publisher in a different genre, with a default assumption that nobody at an sf con other than my friends will recognise my name, and thus am likely to do an impression of a startled goldfish if someone *does* do the "OMG did you write XYZ" at me. It's not that I don't appreciate the egoboo, I just haven't had much practice at being on the receiving end of the OMG thing in meatspace.

[This is, of course, all assuming that none of my current medical problems suddenly turn nasty enough to prevent me from either attending in the first place or leaving my room once I'm there.]