See, I adore Chris Eldin, I do.
So when she asked if I wanted to get roasted, I *thought* she said "do you want to get toasted" and I said, sure, here's the address of the local watering hole, see you there in five.
But no. She did indeed mean roasted, and so I am on the spit for BookRoast next week. I'm sure the flames of Hell (being Satan's literary agent and all) will be involved.
Fortunately I can see what's in store for me, cause I'm on Friday, and there's quite a stellar list ahead of me:
Mon, Sept 8: Evil Editor
Tues, Sep 9: Editorial Anonymous
Wed, Sep 10: (publishing related topic)
Thurs, Sep 11: Moonrat
Fri, Sept 12: moi
Chris briefly lost her tenuous hold on sanity and said this thing started at 6am.
After I stopped laughing, I mentioned I'd be showing up around noon.
So, instead, it starts at midnight on Friday Eastern Time and all those sleepy heads who go to bed with the birdies will miss the first of the fun.