Much better news to report this morning: Royal Blood won the RT Reviewer's Choice award for best historical mystery AND I was given a pioneer award for being one of the founders of the teen romance genre back in the eighties when I wrote as Janet Quin-Harkin.
So it was a special evening, and no more runaway scooters, falling chandeliers or anything dangerous, except for one elevator that remained with its door open and a cold wind howling out of it. Since I'm at a convenion full of vampires and other kinds of undead, I went to find another elevator bank. You can't be too careful, can you?
Last night was the faery ball--a Venetian masked ball, and the costumes were spectacular. Ordinary attendees had made Venetian ball gowns and wore elaborate masks. Some were interesting fairies with wings. Sorry I didn't bring a camera to share with you. Me--I just wore a sparkly dress and a blue feather mask. Tonight is the vampire ball. I may or may not attend...
Showing posts with label RT convention. Show all posts
Showing posts with label RT convention. Show all posts
Friday, April 8, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Non-royal blood?
Things happen to me, especially at conventions. Especially in LA. Last year I was at Left Coast Crime and the Starbucks person didn't put the lid on my coffee properly resulting in a brown tsunami over my leather jacket and white turtleneck.
Today I'm at RT convention.... in LA again. Before my morning presentation Hollywood icon Bill Link lost control of his motorized scooter. It careened at me, trapping me between him and the table. Result was a cut arm that bled over my white linen pants. We tried getting out the blood with milk, which worked quite well, but I then had a round dubious-looking stain as I stepped up to the podium in front of 250 people.
I'm beginning to think I am doomed. No wonder I identify so strongly with my character, Lady Georgie. Accidents always happen to her when she wants to make a good impression. Wait a minute--perhaps the accidents that happen to her have already happened to me
At least I have a good supply of disasters for future Georgie books.
Keep your fingers crossed for this afternoon when I get an award for best historical mystery for Royal Blood that I don't trip, fall, stab myself or spill coffee.....
Today I'm at RT convention.... in LA again. Before my morning presentation Hollywood icon Bill Link lost control of his motorized scooter. It careened at me, trapping me between him and the table. Result was a cut arm that bled over my white linen pants. We tried getting out the blood with milk, which worked quite well, but I then had a round dubious-looking stain as I stepped up to the podium in front of 250 people.
I'm beginning to think I am doomed. No wonder I identify so strongly with my character, Lady Georgie. Accidents always happen to her when she wants to make a good impression. Wait a minute--perhaps the accidents that happen to her have already happened to me
At least I have a good supply of disasters for future Georgie books.
Keep your fingers crossed for this afternoon when I get an award for best historical mystery for Royal Blood that I don't trip, fall, stab myself or spill coffee.....
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