This post is a little late, but to be honest this is the first time my feet have touched the ground since Tuesday morning, when I and my parents flew to London for one of the oddest nights of my life. KNIGHTS OF THE BORROWED DARK was the guest of honour at a private party of booksellers, reviewers, Puffin staff, agents and a handful of my friends and family. My wonderful team at Puffin and FMcM rented out 4 Princelet Street – a tumbledown glory of a place, all nooks, alcoves and splintered wood – and filled it full of swords and loveliness.
There were throwing knives, drinks that smoked, and actors playing characters. (perfectly, I might add) It is a very strange feeling to see characters you created inhabited by real people. It’s even stranger to have them train you with a katana and sass you for not being very good at it.
(I’m from Cavan – my exposure to katanas was limited, alright? Jeez.)
I had an amazing night. My dad and my best friend told each other terrible jokes. I signed books and was given an extremely pretty pen that apparently writes in space! (I’ll check and get back to you) It was one of those nights where I knew that even if nothing happened afterwards, even if the book disappeared without a trace, it was worth it.
And then we came home and did it all over again!
On Thursday, 200 of the best people in the universe packed into Smock Alley’s Banquet Hall for a night of speeches, readings and utter ridiculousness. Like, 200 people. My family – both sides, Donohue and Rudden – arrived in droves, my friends, my friends’ parents… it was magic. Utter magic. There are times when you’re writing, or talking about writing, and you worry that you’re annoying people, or chewing the ear off them, or you’re being that guy, the one who animatedly talks about his book at parties, explaining plots and characters and moments that only really make sense to him.
And I am definitely that guy. But it turns out people don’t seem to mind! People travelled for it. And there was wine, and little burgers, and Rick O’Shea launched it like a magician with a dove, and we trended on Twitter (ridiculous) and after signing every one of those two hundred books, my wrist sounds like a cement mixer. It was AMAZING. Thank you so much, all of you who came, and thank you to the amazing people at Penguin Random House Ireland and Smock Alley who made it actually happen.
It’s a real thing now. It’s out in the world. If you read it, I really hope you like it. If you really like it, do spread the word! A book recommendation is a really powerful thing, especially from a beautiful and clever person like yourself. If you really, really like it, consider taking a minute and a half to pop a rating/review on Goodreads – these things can really, really help a book. I’m still getting used to people having actually read it, actually owning copies, so if you have questions or want to ask me what I have against fictional children, my Facebook and Twitter and all that jazz are below, and I’ll be popping videos and news and photos up here every so often as well.
Okay. I need to sleep forever now. But again, thank you so very, very much.