of Gallantry series, MISTRESS OF PLEASURE, which will be out in only 12 days. ACK!
It’s both exciting and exhausting. The good news is that I am actually still writing despite
the chaos and despite the fact that the kids are not yet back in school. I have officially commenced book 3, Moment of Pleasure, (yay!) and am speeding toward having
a three book proposal ready for my agent and editor by mid-September.
So for the topic of the month, I was supposed to blog about my most memorable conference moment. To this I say, I am a rebel and REFUSE to choose merely one moment. That would be like asking a parent to choose which child was their favorite. I met my editor and agent for the first time. I met fellow Kensington authors I have been cyber chatting with all year. And of course That being said, I am and always have been of the belief that pictures can sometimes be far more expressive and entertaining than words (though I can’t support that belief often or we’ll all be out of jobs…). So below, you will find “moments” from the San Francisco conference caught by my i-phone.
My amazing meal of Kobe steak. AT THE FOUR SEASONS (I still haven’t recovered).
Caviar and lobster and mushroom caps. AT THE FOUR SEASONS.
My fantastic roommate, Lenora Bell, looking wickedly sultry and stunning.
My other gorgeous roommate, Hannah Rhys Barnes, knowing how to strut her stuff.
The weaponry class from the Hearts Through History and Beau Monde Conference. This is a Lady’s pistol from the early 1800’s. It was the first time in my life I ever truly wanted to own a weapon. It was absolutely beautiful, its history rolling off of it.
Japan town. All over these bamboo plants, there were hundreds of colorful papers attached to the branches by rubber hands. On each paper, wishes and hopes written upon every one. I added my wish to one of the trees. If it comes true, I am donating a huge sum of money to the owner of these bamboo plants.
Lacey’s Textile Museum. All the clothing from the early and late 19th century was so beautifully displayed and preserved. I didn’t want to leave! This here is a spencer jacket and gown from 1810. What was worse than leaving this place? Leaving broke. I ended up spending over $200 in research books that I simply could not pass up. Most were imported from England.
Yes, let me explain this one. Lenora, Maire, Kristina, Linda and myself found ourselves at the Supper Club. When you enter, they stamp you with one of two stamps. Either slut or bitch. Lenora here was a slut. I was a bitch (how did they know?) They then whisked us into this fabulously all white room, with white lacquered stairs and walls and ceilings and white huge cushioned lounging chairs that were really more like beds. We all were laying around the entire night, being served on hand and foot with fabulous food, watching amazing entertainment, taking massages from a gal that was going around offering and talking the whole night.
Now what sort of a post would this have been if I had pasted up one little measly photo? Overindulgence is good. Do remember that. Especially when you’re at conference. Until next time.