Malice-bound

So my camera is filling up with photos left and right. Have I downloaded any of them? Of course not.

And am I going to do that right now?

No. I’m going to go to bed. Because I have to get up at FIVE (yes, that’s five A.M.) to go to the airport.

For Malice Domestic!

Where I will take several more pictures that hopefully will not languish on my camera for too, too long.

Anyway, when I get back (or if I have Internet access and a few free minutes in D.C.), I’ll tell you all about my Georgetown engagement (holy smoke), all the great authors I met at Malice, who won the Agathas, and whether or not I streaked down King Street in Alexandria after the banquet.

Ha, ha, ha. Just kidding. Hopefully.

BUT, speaking of Alexandria, I was talking with a friend of mine at Starbucks today, and it turns out that we both used to go to the Union Street Pub in Old Town for dinner most nights of the week… 13 years ago. He sat in a booth, I sat at the bar, so we never met.

Isn’t that strange?

Writingwise, I’ve added about 5K words to my first manuscript, all in the name of editing; at this rate, the darned thing will be 150K long.

Plan to do more on the plane tomorrow. But for now, must sleep.

When I return, things should (please, God, please) settle down for a few weeks, and I’ll be able to post more regularly. But in the meantime, how are you? Inquiring minds want to know…