A week ago Sunday, I was at Shangri-Lar, building a raised bed frame for our little veggie garden.
Mind you, this was the first "home improvement" project my husband and I have ever done together that happened without yelling. I wish I'd taken photos as the bed went together but oh well.
We finished shoveling dirt mid-afternoon and hit the road south. At home, I finished packing and went to bed early because of my oh-dark-thirty pick-up for a flight to Chicago and IRA. Everything went smooth as beach glass and I was soon walking the kinks out on the Miracle Mile and then hustling back to my hotel to get spiffy for the Bloomsbury/Walker dinner. I got the only cabbie in Chicago that didn't know where the Italian Village was but eventually arrived (before Chris Kurtz, I might add). This photo doesn't do justice to the lively conversation and delicious food.
Tuesday found me wandering the exhibition hall floor, generally causing trouble.
That night, I duded up for the Random House dinner.
Laura Mancuso, Lois Buckman, Jen Bryant, Aimee Rogers , Wendelin Van Draanen, Christine Sherman
Poor (?) Henry Neff was the sole male author that evening. I think he survived. I had a great time chatting with the amazing Wendy Lamb and the darling Rebecca Stead, both of whom did their utmost to help me come up with a title for the next Delacorte book. Also at the table was the charming and wonderful Terry Young, prof at WSU and all-round good guy AND Professor Nancy Roser. I am seriously thinking of hiring her to come live at my house and give me daily pep talks. Seriously. This woman is some kind of steamroller of author love.
Wednesday morning (no photos; sorry) I participated in a panel with profs Donna Werderich, Pamela Farris and Linda Wedwick, as well as author Alice McGinty. Can you say superstars? I took copious notes during the session. What an amazing group of presenters -- too bad they got stuck with a deadbeat like me.
After shipping home all the books/ARCs I'd collected, I headed back to the hotel where I hung out for several hours until my car was due to come. I wish the car had come about 90 minutes earlier because with traffic and the crazy check-in system at O'Hare (seriously: ONE TSA agent to check ID? Whose idea was that?), I got to my gate just in time to board. Too close for my comfort, that's for sure. And no time to buy the latest copy of People.
Home again, safe and sound.
Stay tuned.
I LOVE your crab trellis!
ReplyDeleteAnd I am waaay impressed that you got everyone's names in those photos!! Looks like fun.
The names are courtesty uber-marketing person, Lisa Nadel. I can barely remember my own name most days.
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