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This is a squick warning for those of tender sensibilities. I may never be mad, bad or dangerous to know, but today my presence may be dangerous for the unwary stomach. I'll try to not be too specific.

My aim for this morning is to work so hard that I clear the afternoon to read a friend's novel. To this end, I have already read the last 3 archaeological books in my pile. Not that they were work, strictly, but they feed into work that will happen later on.

I adore archaeological reports. I kept one aside to blog about in my other blog. I mean, a whole book devoted to excavating one toilet, what else could I do? It means I'm back to toilet humour, too, which means, in turn, that everyone I know will be avoiding me until it wears off. Everyone except my students tomorrow, who will probably join in and make jokes with me.

This is Gillian on a day of high intellect. I never seem to have the dignity other possess, but my life is more fun, so it ends up pretty even. Who wants dignity when one owns a whole book about a single toilet and that book is deadly serious and contains a list of plants, probably pre-digested?

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I gather from various blogs that Masques authors are kinda happy today :). I'm joyful that we've got our final list of authors and that the stories are so varied and so interesting. I promise a complete list of writers soon. If I don't produce one, I know at least one person who might strangle me.

Tomorrow I have my last lot of teaching pre-teens for the year. I've only done half my teaching prep - how bad is that? Not bad at all. Almost good, in fact, when you consider that I have spent my whole day doing publishing-related things. I have such an exciting 2009 happening and 2010 is already starting to shout "I want to be exciting too." Which means talking to people about projects. Which means I have 3 hours of teaching-related stuff to do tonight. Not just preparations for tomorrow, but stuff for the Writers' Centre for next year.

Tomorrow around lunchtime I shall be selling CSFG books at Gorman House, I believe. Come and buy lots of copies of Encounters. I have a story in Encounters. If you buy lots of copies I can pretend I am a famous author for fully 3 seconds, which will impress my students no end. Insofar as 10-12 year olds can be impressed, that is. I might even have freebies for people who buy books. And every cent of profit from those CSFG anthologies (Encounters, the Gastronomicon, Warren's The Grinding House! actually, The Grinding House is superb, but don't tell Kaaron I said so - she already knows it gives me nightmares) goes towards the Masques budget. And I have decided I want lots of PR money for our PR committee to spend on posters and things. So, buy lots of books: Gorman House, tomorrow. Living on the other side of the world is no excuse - Gorman House - tomorrow!