I’ve almost caught up with myself!
I promised to tell you about my trip to Washington, D.C., this past weekend, so here’s the skinny. My wonderful publishers, Harlequin’s HQN, treated me like a queen. The first day, I went to their booth at the big Book Expo America trade show and signed a hundred copies of “The Man from Stone Creek”. Afterward, I went shopping, and I bought a killer purse, I’m here to tell you. That night, I had dinner with my agent, Irene Goodman, at a fabulous restaurant.
Then the drama started. I woke up at 2 a.m. with all the symptoms of food poisoning! I will spare you the details–suffice it to say, I was down for the count for the next twenty-four hours. My friend and personal publicist, Nancy Berland, took excellent care of me–she rounded up a doctor, bought me Gatorade, and went out to have my perscription filled. As for Book Expo, well, I missed the ENTIRE day.
Sunday morning, I felt better. I went back to the venue for another signing, returned to the hotel, and crashed for a few hours. Debbie Macomber and I met later in the bar, and caught up on some of our talking! The next day, we flew back home together. Tuesday morning, I was back at this computer, blogging and writing “McKettrick’s Pride”. I should be finished around the middle of next week, and do I love this book!
Life is what happens when you’re making other plans, as John Lennon once so aptly put it. Today, Sadie is at the vet, having a thorn or something removed from one paw. So, yes, I’ll be writing my daily quota, but a part of me is just waiting to go pick up my beagle.
Have a terrific three-day weekend.
