Really great day. Excellent workshops. Coffee with Molly O’Keefe & Ruthie Knox. Lunch with my editor. Publisher party; interesting conversations with Megan Frampton, Alexandra Machinist, Laurel of Wicked Lil Pixie. Hallway encounter with Golden Heart finalist Eileen Emerson, who’s having a great conference; already has multiple MS requests even before her actual pitch appts. Hallway encounter w/Megan Mulry. Drinks with Kimberly Kincaid, Tracy Brogan, Jen McQuiston, Alyssa Alexander – critique partners who obviously think the world of each other (it’s so fun to watch them talk abt each other’s books).
Also, Joanna Bourne scooted past me and sat in my row during the workshop on 18th & 19th-century medicine. Before I left I told her how much I loved her books, and she looked as though she hadn’t heard that a hundred times from other people before. I promptly made it my goal to learn to emulate that level of graciousness.
Oh, Leigh Greenwood was in that workshop too! Now he will think I’m stalking him for sure.
Argh, I took some pictures today but it’s late and I don’t have the energy to load them on here and stick them in the blog. Maybe tomorrow.
Tomorrow I’m buckling down to not one but two two-hour workshops led by Michael Hauge. Also something by Courtney Milan about self-pub. And lunch, if everything works out, with Janine and Alyson of Dear Author, and Bettie Sharpe! Then dinner with Rose Lerner, which is hilarious because we live in the same city but it takes us both coming to Nationals for me to get my act together and hang out with her.
Edited to add: Pictures, as promised.
The Ballantine-Bantam-Dell publisher party was held in “Downtown Disney.” “Downtown Disney” was too far to walk, so I took the special Disney Shuttle. I don’t like cabs – I get a sense of accomplishment out of finding my way around a place by public (or not-public in this case) transit.
Outside the hotel was a ticket machine; I bought a roundtrip ticket. And after the party, some people were sharing a cab back to the hotel but I declined to join them because I didn’t want the other half of my roundtrip ticket to go to waste. Which is fallacious reasoning, as A Gentleman Undone‘s heroine Lydia would no doubt tell me, but there it is.
Heres’s the place at which the publisher party was held: Catal Wine Bar:
We had a whole upstairs outdoor deck to ourselves. Beautiful evening; everyone in their fancy clothes. There were glasses of wine, pomegranate martinis (way better than they sound), and waiters coming around with trays of tiny things to eat. I mostly went for the little toasted slices of baguette with some creamy substance on them, which I now do not remember the exact nature of. Not goat cheese; I know that. If it comes back to me I’ll re-edit to provide that detail.