I was suitably chaperoned by Daughter. It was probably not necessary, but having lunch with a charmingly hyper (it will have been the Irn-Bru) local author like Kirkland Ciccone is the kind of thing that cheers a person up. I’ve not laughed so much since earlier in the week when the Resident IT Consultant had coconut coffee in Fintry…
Oh the fun you can have in Scotland.
It was bright and sunny, if rather cold, with a sharp wind, as we walked over to our nearby little village-in-town inn, where I had requested that we be seated next to the faux bookshelves (I’ve got shelves on the brain), on account of this being a bookish sort of do. They didn’t bat an eyelid. (Well, I suppose people don’t do the eyelid thing on email.)
Kirkie had the curry, and Daughter and I both played with the cheesy macaroni cheese (the kind where you have to ‘cut the strings’ somewhere, as elegantly as possible). The two young ones drank Irn-Bru, while I showed my mature years by opting for the Coke. (Finally!)
We talked books. Correction. Kirkland talked about books at great length, and is the perfect companion for the chat-challenged person. I don’t remember the details any longer. Two and a half hours of bookchat tends to do that to a witch. It all blended together, somehow. Some gossip was shared, but I couldn’t possibly tell you what.
He had even dressed for me. That meant wearing his Halloween outfit.
Apart from being a brand new and very enthusiastic YA author, Kirkland also has more YA stuff on his mind. He wants to mirror the YALC weekend in London in July, by organising Scotland’s own YA day, with authors from all over Scotland, and possibly from further afield. It’s not the Scottishness so much, but an event set in Scotland.
I believe it’s this kind of – relatively – youthful exuberance that will work. I’m looking forward to it already. Cumbernauld, here I come!