Corin's Blargh

This morning, I arrived at the conference at 10am. Mom took the day off, preferring instead to stroll around Rockefeller Center. I first stopped by the Harlequin booth to say hi…and ended up signing about 100 books.

After this, it was off to the Horror Writers booth, where I hung out with Vince Liguano and Nancy Holder and signed another 50-or-so books. It was here (naturally, I suppose) that I encountered my one actual oddball, a woman who insisted that the Statue of Liberty was not only black but a gift to the United States to reward us for “winning the Civil War.” Unfortunately, we also lost the Civil War, but why quibble?

So I’m almost 9,000 words into writing a new novel.

No, really, I am.

The working title for this sucker is Executive Order.  It’s about a _______ who becomes a ________ after he __________.  Neat, eh?

Yeah, I’m excited.

Here are the rules.  They are simple.

1.  Purchase my critically-acclaimed novel Nuclear Winter Wonderland as a 99 cent ebook from Amazon or Barnes & Noble.

2.  Forward your receipt of purchase to joshua@joshuacorin.com.

3.  That’s it.  You are entered to win a $50 gift certificate to that retailer.

I will select one winner at random for that month on the last day of that month.

Will it be you?

There’s only one way to find out.

And now the Convention Fatigue sets in. It always does around Day 4. The mornings become more difficult to survive with open eyes, the afternoons become filled with the desire for alone-time, and the evenings, that final hurrah, that final party, always has a current of auld lang syne to it which ends the event on a note more bittersweet than joyous.

So:

Since I didn’t have any panels today – and since I did have a meeting scheduled today in Beverly Hills with my agents – I decided to take most of the day off from RT and explore downtown. My explorations quickly ended, though, when I found, only a few blocks from the hotel, the central branch of the Los Angeles Public Library.