The writing marathon continues. Must. Write. More! I’m dying to talk about this book, but I’m afraid of jinxing myself, so my lips are sealed. Until it’s done, anyway, and then I’ll spill like a gasoline pump—which, actually, doused me the other day. Not cool, people.
There was a cow loose in our yard this afternoon. Not the neighbor’s cow, either. Neither of us could figure out who it belonged to, and it disappeared before anyone but me could get a visual. Like, literally, it vanished. Mind you, this was not a little cow. This was a big mama. And, poof! So maybe there’s a cow that wandered into an alternate dimension, or maybe it’s living with the elves—or just grazing up in the woods. I looked, my neighbor looked, and nothing. I hope it gets home. Unless, of course, it was going to end up as hamburger—which would imply this cow is pretty darn smart.
I was going to write more about RT, but the farther I get from it, the fuller my head is with the current book, so forget the recap. Except to say that Rachel Caine and her husband, along with their friend Christina, are totally sweet, kind, and a kick to hang out with. Wonderful, beautiful, people. Camille Anthony I could go on and on about, and Barbara Vey is like the fairy godmother of Publisher’s Weekly. When it comes to Geekdom, Nina Davis and I must have been separated at birth. Basically, good friends all around. The Urban Fantasy panel was a huge amount of fun, with wonderful questions from the audience. That, and Jim Butcher is a hoot.
Jeri Smith-Ready and I sat beside each other at the UF panel. Her novel, Eyes of the Crow, is a romantic fantasy about a world where animals and humans meet in magic.
Barbara Vey and me.
Joyce Ann with me at the signing
New reader, Stacy, with a photo courtesy of Shoshana.
I would like to give a special thank you to all of the wonderful readers who intoduced themselves, and who were so very sweet and thoughtful. I appreciate it tremendously, and I hope you all understand how much those kindnesses mean to me.