Thank you, Richmond!
Last stop for what Pamela Palmer called (and I agree) the “Dream Team.”
And I can’t express how supportive and on-it the folks at the Virginia Festival of Books and Fountain Bookstore were as well. They made the trip to the east coast and the battle with weather (more on that in a minute) entirely worth it.
I’m back at my desk now, but a part of me wishes I could relive the weekend again. The readers in and around VA were so welcoming. Thank you all, again, for coming out. Yesterday saw Kelly Justice, the owner of Fountain Bookstore (and possessor of a seriously righteous heroine’s name) moderating a panel with the four of us for readers who braved the dodgy Richmond weather.
It was fast-paced and fun, and I enjoyed hearing the other authors’ responses as much as the audience did.
Here’s the crowd and venue — very atmospheric, don’t you think? And here’s our signing table. I picked this one because it looks like the reader in the leather jacket is yelling at Pamela Palmer, which I’m all for. ;)
When the fun was finally over … well, it really was over. I hopped on a plane, and in a matter of 10 minutes my view had gone from bad to worse.
We were delayed for four hours, but I eventually made it home c. 2 am, and am now planted firmly behind my desk. I won’t come out again until Thursday, when I meet with Dallas readers for a dinner put on by the awesome reader group, Fresh Fiction. Who’s joining me? That’s at 5 pm, and after that will be a 7 pm signing at B&N. I hope to see the Dallas peeps there!
Until then … I scribble.