This past week I was at the Edgar Allan Poe awards in NYC, which was an amazing experience. So many talented published and aspiring authors in one room kind of made my head spin. The champagne may have contributed to that.
Wednesday night I had a panel at Books of Wonder, along with the other 10 nominees in the categories of Middle Grade and Young Adult. My librarian ears were perking as the others read from their books, and I made a few purchases on the plane home as a result. I also managed to get a whopper of a migraine right in the middle of the panel, so if you were there and saw me constantly massaging the back of my own head, it’s not because I have an itchy scalp.
The boyfriend and I walked back to the hotel from BoW, while I stifled a deep urge to vomit. He told me to just do it on the street. “We’re in NYC,” he reminded me. “Nobody will really care. If you did it at home it would be a story for years.”
He’s not exaggerating. I hit a skunk with my car when I was 17 and the car smelled for weeks afterward and it still comes up in conversation occasionally… and that was 20 years ago.
I felt better the next day – thank goodness. I had my hair and face done, accidentally walked through a movie shoot (that doesn’t happen at home), and ate a tuna melt that put all other tuna melts to shame. And… it was time to go.
I had to take a quick shot of the dress and shoes because I had no idea how to answer anyone who asked me about my dress other thank to say, “it’s black.” That is the true extent of my fashion sensibilities.