I always call it ‘Tour Flu’, because two or three weeks in hot bookshops with hundreds of people usually produces an ailment of some kind. Going on tour is like a box of rare diseases — you never know what you’re going to get.
Let’s see, now… in HOGFATHER there are a number of stabbings, someone’s killed by a man made of knives, someone’s killed by the dark, and someone just been killed by a wardrobe. It’s a book about the magic of childhood. You can tell.
If it wasn’t for the fun and money, I really don’t know why I’d bother.
One of the highlights of the first Good Omens tour was Neil and I walking through New York singing Shoehorn with Teeth. Well, we’d had a good breakfast. And you don’t get mugged, either.
Somewhere around the place I’ve got an unfinished short story about Schrodinger’s Dog; it was mostly moaning about all the attention the cat was getting.
I do note with interest that old women in my books become young women on the covers… this is discrimination against the chronologically gifted.
Botswana is also the only country in the world with a colour in its flag meant to represent rain (a sort of blue-grey). Not many people know this.
1) I have never waved a hankie in anger 2) I do not peronally know any Morris dancers 3) But Morris dancing is kind of funny and weird at the same time.
There are no inconsistencies in the Discworld books; ocassionally, however, there are alternate pasts.
One day I’ll be dead and THEN you’ll all be sorry.
Any town built by filling a mud hole with sawdust and proudly having a slug as a sort of civic totem is a town, one feels, where Rincewind would feel right at home.
Terry looks forward to his visit to Seattle, USA.
Somehow, trying to get Granny Weatherwax and ‘panty raid’ into the same sentence is beyond me.
I’m sure we can arrange an academic scholarship for Detritus. Troll cheerleaers would be nice: ‘Two… four…. er.. many… lots’.
Experience has taught me that you feel better on a flight if you avoid chicken fat in plastic sauce.
The joys of travelling the world by plane
I stroll along, talk, I sign books, people buy me drinks, I forget where my hotel is, I get lost and fall into some local body of water… done it hundreds of times.
Going to a convention is fun!
I’ve always thought the Patrician is a party animal. Can you imagine waking up next day and remembering all those witty things you said and did, and then realising that he was listening?
It’s an old magical principle — it’s even filtered down into RPG systems — that magic, while taking a lot of effort, can be ‘stored’ — in a staff, for example. No doubt a wizard spends a little time each day charging up his staff, although you go blind if you do it too much, of course.
Take One ticket to New Orleans Take One cab to Bourbon Street Take steps to the counter of the all night frozen dacquiri shop. Take One Large Cupful.
Terry’s recipe for the Ultimate Banana Dacquiri
AFPer: Terry, what the heck was going on at the end of Strata? I’ve just re-read the ending again and come up with another possible explanation which takes the total number into double figures. TP: See? Other people would just have given you one or two. Amazing value, I think.
3) I don’t sign parts of the body, even if they’re still attached.
From Terry’s Rules of Book Signing
It’s not Brits who think American readers are a bunch of whinging morons with the geo-social understanding of a wire coathanger, it’s American editors.
Setting the record straight
I don’t think I’ve ever been critical of the money Douglas Adams makes, especially since, as has been tactfully pointed out, I myself have had to change banks having filled the first one up.
Oh dear, I’m feeling political today. It’s just that it’s dawned on me that ‘zero tolerance’ only seems to mean putting extra police in poor, run-down areas, and not in the Stock Exchange.
I’m getting a lot of mail and email about FoC (I particularly liked the postcard which read ‘We were sure it was the wallpaper, you bastard!!!!!’). I’m glad to say that most Baconians hared off after poissons rouge.
I found these here
Will
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