My fourth and final post for
The National Post's
Afterword went up today. In it, I talk magic, leprechauns, and that constant search for wonder. Have a gander, friends, and tell me what you think.
Spent last night in Toronto, buzzing with bookish enthusiasm. The launch at Ben McNally's was lovely -- I got to introduce my parents to all of the industry people that I've been blathering on and on about for years. ("Look Mom and Dad! That's my editor! That's my agent! They're actually REAL PEOPLE!") And then there were post-evening drinks, and late night tea and cookies with Allegra and Steph. Fun times.
The next day I had a leisurely breakfast, coffee, brunch, and stroll through the
St. Lawrence Market before hopping on the bus (aka the Pumpkin Coach) back to Hamilton.
Now I am back in my little city, in my little house. The clock struck midnight some time ago (metaphorically speaking, that is -- as of right now it's only 7:45pm) and tomorrow I go back to work. Big sigh.
But here's a photo of myself and the most lovely Jenna Illies, Publicist Extraordinaire, at last night's launch, well before I had to put my dress and glass slippers away.