November 30th, 2001



You would think that I could be cool about it; I've been to enough of them in my time. I've even had my own, shared with other people. In a sense, Monday was just another of those - there were several contributors there and quite a few more that might have been; yet the fact of the matter was that for once, the launch party I had felt like MY launch party because everyone was treating me as if I was a star.

I could like this. I must write more books so it happens again.

Of course, the down side of this is that I spent Monday working like fury so that I would not have to think about it and fret, and Tuesday getting nothing whatever done because I was completely burnt out. I had to spend the party running around making sure that everyone had someone to talk to and that in no case were the people talking to each other who had to be kept apart. There are conversations you really don't want to happen, most of them to do with the War.

We went to a lot of trouble to have the premiere episodes and the musical episode of Buffy, and it was great to have them there as fall back, but in fact there were so many people and so much loud conversation that no-one watched them very much. On the other hand, this does seem to mean that I am getting a lot of dinner invitations round about now, because people really really want to see the musical episode and I have two copies thanks to Addie and the wonderful Kate Bolin.

I thought that surely it would wear thin after six viewings in a month, but it really does not seem to. It really does not matter that several of the Scoobies really cannot sing a note or that there is an odd clash of styles between the Sondheimy words and the soft-rock tunes they mostly go to. It just has that ineffable thing called charm, like most episodes of Buffy and Angel, only more so.

It reminds me of why I fell in love with the shows and, in spite of occasional reservations, remain abjectly so.

I had a good time on Monday, thanks to the shows, and I keep on having good times, thanks to them, so why wouldn't I love them?