So, it’s that time of the year again. Crime writers of all sorts will convene in a hotel and plot the end of someone’s life. Or just drink and tell stories between selling books, eating fried chicken and speaking on panels.
I had high hopes for this year’s Bouchercon. I was launching a book, I’d skipped a year of the event, I was bringing swag, I was driving my Jag, I even remembered to pack my little red Sisters in Crime pin.
So, I went to a party. No news there.
I took pictures. No news there.
I let people draw on me. No news there.
I posted a picture of the drawing on Facebook. No news there.
This is my friend Karen with our author pal, Jack Riggs.
not sure why I was looking past, over and above the camera… but I look as happy as I felt for Jack’s success.
SHHHH. This is the secret.
You can have just as good a time for FREE at Dragon*Con.
Skip the line and pretend you know where you’re going. Head for the elevator.
then do what we did.
Suppose that every day, ten men go out for beer and
the bill for all ten comes to $100. If they paid their
bill the way we pay our taxes, it would go something
The first four men (the poorest) would pay
My book reading pace slowed when my friend Karen lent me this book.
It is a long one, and while interesting, I could have cut at least 50 pages out of the front section, at least another 50- 100 in the middle,
Last night, my pal Liz and I went to hear Joshilyn Jackson speak at The Margaret Mitchell House in lovely downtown Atlanta. We arrived early- in the hot car- so we could enjoy drinks and dinner at The Vortex.
I wanted to buy her a tattoo- but she has commitment issues.
After yesterday/last night, I can add at least one more name to the PLACESI’VEBEENKICKEDOUTOF list. And this time- I swear- totally NOT my fault.
First look AT THIS.
then look at these two guys.I’m sure they will be talking all about the “older women” errr, FOXES they found one wild and crazy night in New York City!