It was a lot of fun.
I know this because this morning I awoke with a red feather boa wrapped around my head; clutching a scotch bottle, a program and shrieking Leonard Cohen lyrics; and wondering if I'd really threatened a coup d'etat of Cornelia Read
Well, what happens at the Edgars, stays ..um...well, stays in the imaginations of 200+ very talented writers and will most likely be fodder for a great novel next year.
Such is the fate of those of us who work with the Keyboard Cabal.
Now, on to Malice!