THE WRITER'S IMAGE
The writer's *image*, you say? Well, that's a perfect topic for my return from Left Coast Crime in Sacramento today. After all, when is an author's public face more on display than when at a conference that features scads of readers and colleagues? I must say, I was *surprisingly* well behaved this week - some might even say dignified. Or even staid. I'm not sure what came over me, but let me share my pictures (after admitting that I failed, as usual, to capture many delightful moments - apologies to all the friends not represented here!)
So let's start with all the friends I hung around with. I was LUCKY enough to have three entertaining roommates, plus one friend who might as well have been, since we made her run around with us the whole time. Add a couple of friends I don't get to see nearly enough due to geographic challenges - publicist Dana Kaye lives in Chicago, and Allison Brennan is a Sacramento gal - plus all my far-flung pals and I was never lonely.
In case you're wondering if we got any actual *conferencing* done, why, the answer is a resounding yes. Here's a roundup of the panels I attended and served on: