Nothing to do with writing, but last night I discovered I have a shoe fetish. Not for buying shoes (though that’s fun, too) or wearing shoes (though that’s necessary), but for the smell of good leather shoes.

I went to a shoe party (like a Tupperware party, but with shoes) and, as the shoes were passed around for us all to admire (and they were beautiful, good quality shoes) I found myself holding each one up to my nose and breathing deeply. That rich leathery scent of new shoes is divine! Of course my friends all thought I was crazy – but they already did, anyway.

So I had a scent-full night and came home with a lighter wallet. I fell in love with two pairs of boots, each very different, and decided I could justify getting both.

The brown pair are comfortable and semi-dressy, so I could wear them out or to work.

The red pair (yes, red) are sensible bots with elastic sides, like a pair of work boots. But I got to choose the colour – and I chose red. They’ll be great for school visits and such and will sit proudly in my wardrobe alongside the purple shoes I ordered last year.

Now for the writing-related bit. My number one piece advice to writers attending literary festivals and the like is to wear sensible shoes. They can be purple or red if you so choose, but do remember that you are likely to spend large parts of your day on your feet, and if they start aching, you cease to enjoy yourself.

If you are going to a conference, please do your feet a favour and pack your sensible shoes. You’ll be glad you did.