I know I'm supposed to be writing about writing, but my head is still spinning from my recent travels and a bumpy re-entry so I'm going wayyyy off topic...so far off topic that I think I'll just post my trip pictures and share my very brief impressions.
First, Edgar Week in New York. I think one of my favorite moments was when I was standing outside Grand Central on a balmy spring evening, hailing a taxi, and my son called wondering why the hell I hadn't picked him up from lacrosse practice yet. Uh....yeah.
But it was pretty wonderful after that. Coffee and lunch and drinks with book-type people, and manicures and over-the-top celebrating and more drinks with my favorite publishing professional, and hanging out with my brother, and being a big goobery fan-girl when all these crazy-good authors i've admired forever happened to come within a few feet of me.
And the big night - yeah! Thoroughly fantastically fun. The first book winner wasn't me, but it WAS the sparkly Stephanie Pintoff who is a fellow Minotaur author, as was Best Book author John Hart, who sat *two seats away* from me at dinner. LOTS of screaming and carrying on, and I did not trip on those insanely high heels once.
Me and my brother Mike at the Mysterious Bookstore launch party of the latest MWA anthology (which features Mike's story "The Insider")
The Flatiron...where St. Martin's offices are
Lunch with my editor Toni Plummer and my agent Barbara Poelle
No one can tell me the city isn't beautiful!!! Breathtaking, even
Best First Book Nominees: Me, Bryan Gruley, Stephanie Pintoff, Heather Gudenkauf, and Attica Locke
Me and my wonderful publicist, Sarah Melnyk, and Toni
Me and Hilary Davidson, friend and noir author
(Wanna see what my agent thought of the evening? It's here and way way funnier than I'll ever be!)
And then Friday I flew to the Romantic Times conference in Columbus.
Hands down the best part was the first fifteen minutes, when my roommates greeted my arrival with hugs and screaming and welcoming me into our room which they had trashed like a rock band entourage had been partying there, which for all I know it had, given the lingering post-party scent and the clothes strewn hither and yon and the linens crumpled on the floor. Eight kinds of awesome.
Then we met and instantly adored this one famous author and dragged her back to our lair where we did, uh, makeovers and drank beer. Okay, we were all totally fourteen years old. But I'd just been behaving and practicing good posture for seventy-two hours and I was *seriously* in need of a break.
So we sort of soaked up the whole RT vibe, including the bar and other-people's-rooms-late-at-night parts, and then Sunday we were partied out and Julie and I sat down and wrote. Hard. Like, I'm 10K into my new book, and a darn good thing it is after I reviewed the calendar my agent tucked into my suitcase, which has original art in the margins to complement the shocking deadlines she wrote IN INK.
Me with my roommates and dear dear friends Rachael Herron and Juliet Blackwell. Whaatt - it's RT; that's how they dress! And yeah, I wore the Edgar dress again. It was handy.
Okay, this one's a leeeetle harder to explain. You had to be there. That's Rachael again, and Lori Armstrong. And, uh, me.
What I woulda wore if I'd had the nerve
The massive RT book signing. If you squint you can see my friend and fellow San Fran RWA member Monica McCarty
OMG, Barbara Vey is reading my book!!!
Carrie Lofty and Jade Lee, the "L" gals between whom I was seated
This is the AMAZING Carla Buckley. The thing that brought us together for the first time might have been our love of potato chips. This was on our way back from a book event with Brad Parks. No lie, Carla made him pull over for...yeah. Chips.
Did I mention I love chips? This was dinner that night. In a bar. With my friends. Some of whom I had just met.
But Sunday, we were back at work. Me and Juliet. It *might* have been a bar, but look how productive she was! This is, like, a whole *book* she's got mapped out!
...and I was no slacker either. I started the new book the night before we came back to California. And I just rounded 10K. And I'm thinking it might not suck too much. :)