I’m home. Thank you very much to all my well-wishers who inquired after my health. The antibiotics had kicked in by the time I had to travel to Atlanta, so I felt great. Tired, but great. It was wonderful seeing old friends and making some new ones, and one of my wonderful readers, Michaela, took some pictures of me after the RITA award ceremony. Congratulations, by the way, to Linnea Sinclair, for taking home the award in the paranormal category!
A picture of Michaela, my editor, and me!
Sherrilyn Kenyon and I, talking men.
This picture is Gennita Low’s fault. See, I had a really nervous stomach the day of the RITA awards, so I refused to eat anything. I called it my “RITA Fast,” because the alternative would probably have involved puking my guts out. But after the ceremony? I was FREAKING HUNGRY. And at the dessert reception there was a chocolate fountain spouting hot fudge, and there was cake and strawberries and heck only knows what else. So I went for all that sweet stuff, and Gennita caught me just when I started eating. Which is probably a good thing, because not long after that I got really intense about the food.
Hopefully, there will be more pictures in coming days. If any of you have some from the conference, I would love to see them.