I’m back from an amazing two day trip to Ann Arbor, during which I:
–got to talk books with the Borders folks (so many more things to read now! if only I could remember them all…);
— attended a dinner where I was presented with no fewer than three deep fried foods on one plate (and that was just the appetizer);
— met the only other person in the world to have watched that Cartland classic, A Hazard of Hearts, and nearly died with envy on discovering that she had once received a handwritten letter from Anthony Andrews. Yes, that Anthony Andrews. So jealous. Have a I mentioned so jealous?
— spent some time (too little time!) with super-fabulous historians/Pink fans from the University of Michigan history department;
— got to hang out with my favorite college roommate (The Betrayal of the Blood Lily is dedicated to her, so that counts as work-related, right?);
— drank no fewer than eight large lattes with whipped cream in a thirty six hour time frame;
— and visited my books at the Borders flagship store in Ann Arbor.
I am a tired but happy author. Thank you, Borders!