award-winning author of While Galileo Preys
So:
This past week, I was in New York City for one of my favorite events of the year, ThrillerFest. For those of you who don’t know what ThrillerFest is, take a gander here. For those of you who are like me and therefore too lazy to click on a link, I will explain:
So another Thrillerfest comes to a close.
Today began quite early, with the Debut Authors Breakfast at 8am. Since the gifted and very sweet Hilary Davidson was among this year’s class, I forced myself out of bed and slumbered into the banquet hall where each of the 40+ authors, including Hilary, pitched their novels to the 100+ in attendance. Some of these novels sounded absolutely terrific, and I wish I had endless pockets of ducats with which to purchase them all.
Good evening from the Grand Hyatt, where the room temperature is a very pleasant 68 degrees and yours truly is six inches away from a six hour nap. But first, a recap:
Today was a good day.
Breakfast consisted of decaf coffee. While drinking, I ran into my friend Sophie Littlefield, who was about to host a panel on relationships in suspense fiction and the panelists were none other than JT Ellison and Erica Spindler. The panel was mainly for aspiring writers, but I snuck it anyway. The panel went quite well and provided a wealth of information for everyone. My personal highlight came near the end when a member of the audience asked about maintaining tension in a novel and JT singled me out as a writer who was able to sustain tension effectively over a long period of time. What a nice thing to say.
So this is what happened:
Last Wednesday, my great-aunt Rosie, who is 94 years-old and lives alone in a tiny 1-bedroom apartment in Pawtucket, RI, was getting up from the couch in her living room when she fell. As she fell, she accidentally knocked over a side table, which then landed on top of her.
She was trapped under the table for four days.
Hello from West Warwick, RI, where I am detouring for a night on my way to the Grand Hyatt in NYC for Thrillerfest 2011. I actually flew into LaGuardia and spent more time in NYC already than I’d planned today, mostly due to construction and traffic, but complaining about construction and traffic on I95 is like complaining about the lack of oxygen on the moon.