Just stumbled through the door a couple of hours ago, much-overweight bag full of too many books, some of them so kindly gifted by other writers. Two notebooks of stories which will be spun over the coming days with the photos I took.
Met Anita Desai, William Darymple, Madhur Jaffrey and many many more writers. (Around 100 in total! Imagine!) Spent a lot of time being totally starstruck. Also - some pretty famous writers had slipped beneath this wannabe literati's radar, others were new names to me and I'm glad I've banished a few more areas of ignorance and made new friends. I was very pleased to be able to meet up with other writers from the region and hear what's happening in Singapore and Indonesia. (We often have more news about the literary scene in London, New York and Sydney than we do about what's going on in other parts of South-East Asia - have you noticed?)
Gave everyone I could, my card, and said come to KL when you can. So I hope we might get some exciting people turn up and do readings for us, or drop by to talk books.
And learned a great deal about how a literary festival runs, what makes it a success, which should be useful knowledge to pass on if/when the next KL Litfest happens (hopefully next March, I believe).
Will be gradually putting up photos and transcribing the scrawl in my notebook into posts.
Have a deadline for a book review to rush for first, so crave your patience for a couple of days while I wrestle recalcitrant words down to the page first for the Star.
Oh yes ... when I left Bali this afternoon, the sky was bright blue and the air scented with frangipani. When we began to approach Malaysia I thought the plane was on fire because of the smell of smoke from Sumatra ... and I thought we were flying through thick cloud but.
The haze season is back. Which could be ended with a little more political will from both countries, don't you think?