Just a heads up (and it's late notice, I know!) that one of the auction items at Malice Domestic is breakfast with Dana Cameron, my fabulous client, and her sharkly agent (that would be me).
In fact, you and your body guard can both come: it's breakfast for two plus the two of us, here at the Malice hotel on Sunday. Part of the deal is I'll read your pages as we swill coffee and contemplate the evil that is dawn.
And just in case you wonder if I'm actually looking forward to meeting you at some dreadful hour, let me say this: I'm reading the full manuscript of the person who won this item last year. I'm not sure who was more shocked when I read her pages at the breakfast, looked up and said "holy moly, this is GOOD!" The author made me write it down for her on a slip of paper and sign and date it. I hounded her for the full for months.
So, get your bid in. I'm REALLY hoping history repeats itself this year.
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Hello, Ms Reid:
By the way, I miss the shark icon on Twitter. He always stimulated my appetite.
I usually serve as bodyguard for Ms. JR Mackenzie, but she will not be attending Malice whatever because cats aren't allowed. Instead, she will be seeing you at the Pennwriters Conference next month as one of the attendees.
Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause. If you should need more on my credentials, please check churchcattom.blogspot.com.
Ah, wish I lived close enough. What a dream. Hope you get lucky this year as well. ;)
The author made me write it down for her on a slip of paper and sign and date it.
Love that part.
But but but but... I'm not at Malice Domestic! And the book isn't finished anyway. I guess I'll have to wait.
But I would dearly love to hear a shark say "holy moly!" I would love it more than an alot.
I shall console myself with a breakfast of dim sum on Sunday, and get back to the W.I.P.
So, don't make us wait!
::tapping foot impatiently::
How was breakfast???
I wish I were still in NYC to bid.
I'm so bummed I missed you at the Edgars. We couldn't find you at the first reception, and then couldn't find nearly ANYone at the seocond pre-reception. A mob.
Betsy had to run to catch her train, but told me your table number, but I don't think I remembered it right. As soon as the show ended, I went looking for table 25 and asked everyone there for you. They looked at me like I was nuts. But Luis, who went to my grad program was one table over, and I chatted with his wife, and then she said, "Aren't you supposed to be in that picture?" All the winners were up front with the photographer. Whoops. I ran for it.
It's hard to find anyone in big crowds, and I can be blind. But I was hoping. Next time, I guess.
Thanks for looking out for Betsy.
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