Two things to put on your calendar (after April 1st, that is): Edgars week in NY, at which yrs truly will be part of a panelâ€”take a look at the brand spanking new MWA page about Edgars week, and think about joining us.
And, youâ€™ve got nothing planned in September, have you? Hereâ€™s Dana Stabenow, head honcha for BoucherCon 2007 in Anchorage, telling you why you should sign up:
Those at Left Coast Crime 2007 in Seattle recently were edified by my Friday panel called â€œLike Watching the Grass Growâ€ which I have so classily nicknamed â€œthe Boobs panel.â€ In fifty minutes and with enthusiastic audience help Larry Karp, Deni Dietz, John Daniel, Chris Kling and I improvised a setting, characters and plot, involving the murder of one Victoria Secrete, aspiring stripper, who dies when the bomb in her breast implant explodes. Sheâ€™s on a roller coaster in an amusement park at the time. Yes, this is the kind of good time you can expect when you attend a crime fiction convention, so go immediately to www.bouchercon2007.com and register to come to Anchorage in September!
I can only add, it you donâ€™t come, youâ€™ll feel like one of those kids at the loserâ€™s table in the high school cafeteria. Come to Anchorage and sit with the cheerleaders!
And by the by, thanks for all the comments regarding the virtual book group. Few suggestions there, so if youâ€™ve thought of any in the meantime, send ahead.
Also, I had wondered about the intimidation factor of knowing the author was looking in, and can see that some people would find it a problem. All I can say is, although Iâ€™ll be available for clarification and direct questions, Iâ€™m not about to correct anyone when it comes to the books. For one thing, generally other readers jump in first, and for another, if there are â€œcorrectionsâ€ to be made, I figure itâ€™s probably my own fault for not writing clearly enough in the first place. Iâ€™m not actually very possessive about my work, so if you visualize me sitting in the background, itâ€™s with a look of interest on my face, not of disapproval.