Good grief is it already over? That is what the airport is telling me, as I sit here and type like an Important Person.
Or perhaps it’s not over until the fat lady recaps. In which case, let us enjoy our last moments together…
So. Saturday. It was a big’un. It began with breakfast with Jules and Amanda, a writer friend who I met at my very first RT pre-conference, and who had meetings with editors and agents and they were all like, send me stuff! So that’s pretty amazing.
Then it was time for the Giant Book Fair. Wow! Giant!
This is before anything actually opened. That’s right. This huge room full of people is just the authors…
I signed and gave out stuff and sold one book to a person who had never heard of me before, so that was good. And a librarian was all, we love your voice! And I was all, are you talking to the right person?
Here I am, talking to readers. Thanks, Jules, for the pictures.
She said she took a whole bunch, but could not find any where I was not making a face. In my defense, I was talking! That is my talking face!
I was sitting between Kay Thomas, who writes romantic suspense with hot cover models, and with whom I did much chatting, and Anna Todd, who has a crazy breakout New Adult success novel (based on One Direction fan fiction! It really happens!), and who was also lovely and especially sweet and delightful to her squeeing fans. And, oh, how they did squee.
And later, when I was having a drink with my agent in the bar (SORRY FOR BEING SO IMPORTANT), Anna walked by and said hi and I was like, oh, that’s cool, I know Anna Todd now. PEACE.
I also dorked out to Jenny Trout (ironic, if you read her blog, which I do), and bought some books from authors I had heard during various panels and was like, these ladies are cool, I’m buying their books.
Post-Book Fair book and swag haul. Doesn’t it look reasonable? Don’t worry…that didn’t last.
The other thing that happens on Saturday is Fan-Tastic Day, during which publishers just give out a shit ton of books. I got lots. I tried to be judicious and selective, since I am both flying home and moving to a new state next week…but BOOKS.
I am a book whore.
But enough about books! Let’s talk about COVER MODELS! Saturday night was Heather Graham’s big dinner party thing, which features delicious food (big thank you and shout out for the vegetarian option!)
There is also some kind of dinner theater thing? That was maybe a contest?
There we got our annual picture with Charles (DON’T BE JEALOUS, SHAR)
Jules was “showing off her nails.” Mm hmm.
And Reader Friend Cindy and I got a picture with Legendary Cover Model CJ Hollenbach:
He is wearing spooky makeup. Because it was a spooky themed party. I just wore a bunch of necklaces.
And then we took another:
I was in charge of pressing the button on the phone camera. This is a face of concentration.
Then Cindy got the idea to photo bomb.
This is our Prom Picture. Photo bombed by Cindy.
Find the Reader behind the Giant Cover Model.
As the evening wore on, I was talking to a guy who worked for RT and another reader, just chatting about the convention and New Orleans. And I was like, oh, last year apparently I asked a guy who works for RT if he was a cover model or just a regular guy but I don’t remember because I was unprofessionally drunk. And the RT guy was like, oh yeah, I remember you… But he was very nice and we laughed about it and it helped that he is very handsome and I was like, in my defense, you totally could be a cover model. Also, he graduated from high school in 2005. So. A young, handsome man. I talked to him. Breakthrough!
And that’s it! Great convention, and it ended on a high note, despite the damage to my tablet (which still works – high note!).
Still Life wth Purse and Damage.
Next Year: Vegas, Baby!
It’s going to be a mess.