They're going to be at CascadiaCon, which is mostly a fantasy convention, since both are kind of moving into historical paranormals, MJP especially. JB mentioned in her newsletter that if anyone was going to be there, let her know and she'd try to meet them. So I emailed her and said hi, you may know my name from the Beau Monde list, can't make the conference itself, but if you have any spare time outside of it, I'd love to meet you. And it went from there.
I'm already feeling tongue-tied over a week in advance. One of my CPs and I have been drafting query letters together, and the target market phrase we came up with for me was, "My work should appeal to fans of the character-driven romantic adventures of Jo Beverley and Mary Jo Putney, along with women who enjoy the military fiction of Patrick O'Brian and Bernard Cornwell." And I'm having breakfast with half those people! 2/3 of the living ones! Eek!
Susan, if it makes you feel any better, I was much less intimidated by Connie Willis once I saw her in person, because she is the literary embodiment of Julia Child [*], and who can be intimidated by Julia Child?
[* Gracious, aggressively intelligent, ready and willing to tell the only limerick she knew, which was about balls.]
erika, if it makes you feel any cooler, Peter Jennings was a two0finger typist to the end of his days, so he always had to look at the keyboard. Not to imply that looking at the keyboard is fatal; he is just the most famous two-finger keyboardist I know of, and is only dead by coincidence.
Well, it did not hold him back very much at all, so I guess I'm not gonna worry about it.
Although the death connection has made me picture a detective gazing over my lifeless form, being all "Lost art, the hunt-and-peck."
erika, you need to write that! Maybe have Munch-n-Kay find a pretty blonde in a hotel like that. With a whiskey sour to the right and a .38 on the left, but it's not what killed her.
Heh.
I think the crime is affecting me, because this afternoon I saw on Food Network some show with "Nourish" in the title and I read it as "noirish" and I thought...never noticed much *cuisine* in those.
never noticed much *cuisine* in those.
Yeah, I was real disappointed when I first watched the Naked Chef. Not what I was expecting at all. No guns, no hardboiled blondes, not even a dead naked chef! Just some goofy Brit, cooking. What a tease.
ION, it looks like I'm going to be having breakfast with Jo Beverley and Mary Jo Putney on Labor Day. Someone remind me that authors I was reading for years before I decided to write myself aren't inherently any scarier than the other kind, because I'm all "Eek! What am I going to SAY?" even though I more or less started this myself by sending JB an email when I saw on her website that she's going to be in town for a con.
Dude, you could sleep over Deborah Freakin' Grabien's house at the drop of an email. Breakfast ain't no big thing.
I just got to see the starred PW review for Matty Groves, on the agreement that the early look = me not posting or forwarding it until Monday.
But DAYUM!
Just thought I'd remind you that it's Monday. I actually hope you're still sleeping, but once you're not, we are waiting.
Wheeee! Awesome review! And starred -- so very cool.
