early morning

I woke up with the usual.  4:45 AM.  This is one of those times when I wish I had Internet in my room.  Am tempted to go out to my post in the hallway, so I can answer emails, browse the web, until sleep decides to return.  But then I’d have to get dressed, and getting out of my p.j. and into clothes, seems counter-sleep-productive somehow.  So, I am writing this blog on Word and then will post it later, when I am dressed and the rest of the world is awake.

There is something about this B.C Book Tour that reminds me of making movies, all those years ago.  I think it’s the brief spurts of actually doing (reading to people) what we came here to do, combined with the hours and hours of waiting. 

That sort of float-drifting.  In a strange town, hours to burn until the next event, too far away to go back to the hotel.  And so you wander.  Drink tea.  Eat a bit.  Find a café that has wireless.  Stay until the place closes.  Find another.  Being thrown in together with people that you don’t know, for long periods of time.

At first, you all have the writer thing in common.  Then it feels that you have nothing in common.  And then, as the facades fall away, you see the commonality again, but on a deeper, more human level. 

That being said, it’s odd to spend some 12 or so hours with a group of people, when usually, I spend perhaps a total of five hours a week with people other than Don and Will.  Huge hunks of alone time.  Just me and my thoughts and the page. 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Tuesday, April 22, 2008 in Chewing the Fat