Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Bloglock Holiday

Me practically inhaling a glass of wine at the Lit Lounge in New York City after spending the day shopping on the Upper West Side with Julie

So as I talked about here a few days ago, I'm leaving tomorrow morning for five days at the RT Convention where I will be cavorting as a faery one night and on another evening as the-more-likely-of-the-two-scenarios -- a vampire.

Kill me now. Please. I'm begging you.

Oh, I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

Sadly, I'm not taking a laptop with me because even though for once I was organized enough to ship a lot of books and other assorted things to the hotel by UPS, I ended up forgetting a lot of it so I've already got a huge stuffed carry-on bag and something I hope passes for a handbag or I'm screwed and will have to check one of them in.

Anyway, what this means is, unless the hotel has a place where I can go on line for several minutes uninterrupted, I may not be back here until Monday.

Yes, I know. You are all heartbroken.

But I will try. I'll have my camera with me and it would be a blast to blog live from this thing...you know, posting photos of half naked male cover models vying for the title of Mr. Romance...middle aged women in vampire outfits...

Oh god. Please kill me. I'm not kidding this time.

Yeah, I am.

I do have some cool writing news before I leave. I was graciously invited by Mark Bastable and Karen Dionne to be on a panel called "Writing the Edge” at the BackSpace Writers Conference which is held at the Algonquin Hotel in New York City. Authors Marlys Pearson, Jackie Kessler, and yours truly will address gay Regency romance, paranormal steamy romance, and my specialty, humorous erotica...and what it's like to be outside of the mainstream. I believe tickets are still available for this conference and you can order them via the above link.

Sounds like a lot of fun, and we kick off with drinks on Wednesday, May 30 through Friday June 1, 2007.

Wait. We won't be drinking straight through those three days, we'll be working.

We'll be drinking through the night.

Oh, I'm kidding again. These are just my "Oh my god I have to get on a flight tomorrow morning headed for Houston, Texas where I must dress as a faery and vampire" nerves.


In the event I do not find my way back online until Monday, in the words of the great Neil Gaiman, please don't break the Internet while I'm gone.