The Other 1/4
Book Fairs and German Shepherds and Bigfoot, oh my!
Well, I didn’t mean to vlog and disappear like that!
I’ve spent the past week playing catch up on all the things that didn’t get done while I was away. I’m starting to think that I need to find a way to be comfortable in the realm of not caught up, because I am always falling short of grabbing the “all caught up” brass ring. Is that just a normal state of life, or do you find that you have actual leisure time where everything that needs to be done is just done and you can sit around reading, or watching tv, or go play mini-golf without everything else hanging over your head? Or do you have to push all the to dos aside from time to time to carve out a little space for some down time?
Last weekend, I had a blast at the Syracuse University Bookstore Book Fair at the Downtown Arts & Crafts Festival.

- She wouldn’t have fit
- I think Stella (and J) would have been REALLY upset if I came home with another dog (Argo would have loved her)
- I don’t think that’s how GSRCNY’s adoption process works
My Whirlwind Week
Last Tuesday, I turned in my copyedits. On Wednesday, I got on a plane and flew to NY. So, you know, it wasn’t hectic or anything. :)
I got in Wednesday evening, made my way from JFK to Hell’s Kitchen and had dinner with Neil. Sadly, no fingers were put in noses, but we did have really good Thai food.
On Thursday, I met Wendy for coffee, which was delightful. It is always nice to have a chance to talk shop with other writers, and Wendy is so kind and absolutely hysterical!
Then I went to Dutton (Oh! The books! Everywhere!), got to meet a whole bunch of wonderful people, and had lunch with my amazing editor and publicist. After my meeting, I did a little shopping, and met Neil for dinner again.
On Friday morning, Lady flew in from Seattle and we headed uptown together. Lady met up with one of her old friends, and I had a great lunch with my fabulous agent (who is, by the way, the best agent in the whole wide world).
Then I met up with Lady and her friend in SoHo, trekked back uptown to change, and then back downtown to have dinner and drinks with a whole bunch of my friends from high school (seeing some of them for the first time since the mid-to-late 90’s).
On Saturday, I felt like death. I think it’s because some soy sauce snuck it’s way into my pad thai the night before, (soy sauce = wheat and wheat = migraine), although, if you ask Lady or Neil, they might tell you it had something to do with tequila. Don’t listen to them. :)
Saturday afternoon, I recovered and made my way down to midtown to have dinner with all of my ladies (minus The Other 1/4, because she had to stay home with The Little 1/8, who had the sniffles). It was so wonderful to be with them. Old friends are the best kind of history.
On Sunday, I took a train back up to the ROC, and was lucky enough to sit near three really cool people. I’d brought a book, but the four of us ended up talking the entire way, and six and a half hours have never passed so quickly.
Now I’m back home, exhausted, with one heck of a head cold, but still reeling from the fact that I am so lucky to get to work and play with such incredible people. It’s wonderful to be able to sit down with people you’ve only worked with through e-mail and phone calls and feel like you already know them. It’s so great to see old friends and be able to just pick up where you left off, and to meet perfect strangers and have them feel like old friends. People are awesome.