Sitting beside giants

#A few of my thoughts from the festival. Later discovered jotted down on the margin of a wine stained note book.

I am sitting beside Sophie Masson and trying not to get a mocha moustache.

I am standing behind Blanche D’Alpuget. She has nice hair.

I am shaking Jackie French’s hand.

I am making a total ass of myself.

Such has been the level of my fan-girling this weekend. The Bendigo Writers Festival offered that unique opportunity of bringing them before me, into my breathing space, into my state: these great unknowable literary icons of my bookshelf, and then expecting sensible conversation in return.

I probably would have been less nervous meeting film stars. After all, these people are from the ranks I actually aspire to join one day – published authors, poets, journalists.

Oh God, Mandy Sayer just laughed at my joke.

Thank God for the open bar.