How fitting. NY Giants get crushed by the Saints and I'm back from Bouchercon. So much happened in so little time. Going stream of consciousness here. Exhausting. Learned scads. Best panel? Dark Books for Dark Times. Best time? Every moment. The Shamuses...the Scott Phillips-led excursions to the underground weinerschnitzel wonderland--the Rathskeller. Hanging with a whole new crop of writers like Hockensmith, Neville, Tafoya. Getting together some of the Crimedogs Version 2.0 (Frank you rule!) with Neil, Victor, and Sean. Coffee with Reed. Trey cracking me up. Having the editor at Ellery Queen telling me that my short story prompted the angriest letter she's seen in her twenty years of editing the magazine. Bob Randisi. Giving Patti a hug, finally. The First Offenders who made the scene (yes, Alison and Karen, the strippers cried). Good times and hats off to the classy roommates Bardsley and Ayers (mmm...smell the morning corn-chippy room stench. ) Now. Onward. Phew.
10/19/09
Digesting Version: B'Con '09
How fitting. NY Giants get crushed by the Saints and I'm back from Bouchercon. So much happened in so little time. Going stream of consciousness here. Exhausting. Learned scads. Best panel? Dark Books for Dark Times. Best time? Every moment. The Shamuses...the Scott Phillips-led excursions to the underground weinerschnitzel wonderland--the Rathskeller. Hanging with a whole new crop of writers like Hockensmith, Neville, Tafoya. Getting together some of the Crimedogs Version 2.0 (Frank you rule!) with Neil, Victor, and Sean. Coffee with Reed. Trey cracking me up. Having the editor at Ellery Queen telling me that my short story prompted the angriest letter she's seen in her twenty years of editing the magazine. Bob Randisi. Giving Patti a hug, finally. The First Offenders who made the scene (yes, Alison and Karen, the strippers cried). Good times and hats off to the classy roommates Bardsley and Ayers (mmm...smell the morning corn-chippy room stench. ) Now. Onward. Phew.