Yesterday is somewhat of a blur. Things that stand out:
a) My on-camera interview with the lovely people of RomanceNovelTv.com.
b) Stumbling upon my agent and Winnie Griggs, and all of us giggling over our respective drinks (mine, gingerale, because I’m just that wild).
d) Yet more gingerale with my agent, and her army of authors.
e) Dinner with agent and editor, at a very nice restaurant, at which time my worst nightmare happened when I had an allergic reaction to something I ate, got sick (I thought I could hold it together through dessert, but NO), and we all had to leave early. The waiters were appalled. I was appalled. Everyone else was very sweet and so understanding.
f) Because of allergic reaction, I missed the Kiss of Death Award ceremony, but as no one called, I will assume that Shadow Touch didn’t win anything. Congratulations to the person who did, though!
I’m still feeling a bit sick, but I’ve got a lot to do today, so I’m just bucking up and will hang in there as long as I can. No parties for me tonight, probably. At least, not many. Gena Showalter and Pam Britton have promised a wild time at the Harlequin shindig, so we’ll see if my energy level, my party-chi, is up for that. Right now it’s feeling kinda limp.
Links of interest:
Meg Cabot is back in Indiana, which is interesting only to me, as that’s where I live as well.
Doug Marlette continues to linger in my thoughts, and I’ve found some additional material about him (I was a loser in high school. With grades, with girls, with sports. I did not excel. I stayed home and drew. Mad Magazine was my inspiration. I once concocted a parody of the popular Batman TV show called “Ratman,” which featured several of my teachers at school. My friends laughed at “Ratman” but one said scornfully, “You spent your weekend doing this?” Yes, I was a geek, a dweeb, a dork, a tool. I still am, but for a cartoonist that’s a job description.), including this essay he wrote a few years ago called “I Was a Tool of Satan: An Equal-Opportunity Offender Maps the Dark Turn of Intolerance”:
Those who rise up against the expression of ideas are strikingly similar. No one is less tolerant than those demanding tolerance. Despite differences of culture and creed, they all seem to share the notion that there is only one way of looking at things, their way. What I have learned from years of this is one of the great lessons of all the world’s religions: we are all one in our humanness.
Stay safe, everyone.