I'm back from the RWA conference in San Francisco and - I admit it - suffering from a bit of culture shock. There are no more chocolates on my pillow, no more tables full of free books and no more walking downstairs in the morning and spotting Nora Roberts. Instead, I have family, some (mostly) dead plants and the ability to lounge around in shorts and a t-shirt once again. Ahh...home at last.
Don't get me wrong - San Francisco was wonderful. I think the highlight had to be the Literacy Booksigning on Wednesday night when it seemed like every other person I met had a biker witch name. Or when my agent treated all of her clients to an afternoon at Lovejoy's tea room. I had a ball with the other BookEnds authors, including Something Wicked's Karen MacInerney - and I even learned what a crumpet is.
I spent quality time with my editor and managed to wrangle a drink out of Ann Aguirre. Pics are coming, as soon as I find the download cord for the camera (bad Angie). In the mean time, here's a shot of me (on the far left) with Kimberly Killion and Megan Kelly as we got together before the RITA awards.
It was a fantastic trip, but I have to say it is good to be back in St. Louis, land of humidity. Back in a pair of comfy shorts, with a computer on my lap and story notes scattered all over the couch. Because as much fun as it is to get away, there really is no place like home.