This is the gang that I went out with on Friday night before the awards. They were a great group of people. Lot’s of laughs and some pretty good insight into industry trends. Don’t let the glam fool you.
So, if you see yourself – leave a comment. If you don’t, leave a comment. Are you sensing a theme here??? I’ve noticed doing these RWA photo posts no one likes to leave a freaking comment. Sheesh! I love to read your comments.
THE RANDOM ROMANCE RENEGADES
LOL! Actually, I’d love to tell you that she was all kinds of high maintenance. That we had to wait for her to enter the room first – or get the first drink – or demand all the attention at the table, because, let’s face it, someone has to be the diva and quite frankly, I do get weary having to keep up with the job. BUT, Maisey wasn’t like that at all. She was fun and down-to-earth and talked so fast it’s no wonder she can crank out those Presents Books at the speed she does.
So, there we were in the lounge one night. There was Roni Loren, Jamie Wesley, Ashley March, Julie Cross, myself, and Maisey. We sat shooting the publication breeze. You know, how publishers are awesome and editors are god’s and goddess’s and agents…well, *sigh* they are our heroes. When Maisey comes out with this story that made me choke on my Sangria.
Did I mention that Maisey has a wicked sense of humor? She does. It’s killer. Here’s the conversation:
I guess I should preface this by saying that we were discussing interesting comments that had been made in the deal making progress or in the story editing process of publication. So here’s Maisey speaking with her editor. (Who I have to mention is VERY English so when you read her part of the dialogue you have to affect the accent.<- that’s the deal)
Maisey to editor: “You wanted to discuss my fabulous hero?”
Editor to Maisey: “Yes, he’s a little uncivilized I should think.”
Maisey: “He’s an alpha male. They’re all uncivilized.”
Editor: “He has too many erections.”
Editor: “Maisey, he’s thirty six years old. He should be able to control himself.”
LMAO!!!! But then Maisey went on to say that she did a search for the word and, as it turned out? Her hero had as many erections as he’d had birthdays. Which you know, wouldn’t be so bad if she were writing epic length novels.
Here’s Maisey trying to be the diva
She really was a good sport!
We had fun. Good times.
There was plenty to see and do at the conference besides workshops and agent/editor appointments. For instance:
Here’s Christine Bell being nonchalant while I try to snap a shot of the most annoying woman of the world. We were sitting having drinks at The View restaurant, when this…this cackling Hyena wouldn’t shut-up. It was bad. Really, really bad. That’s why we tried to get a picture of her, but, um, much like the Naked Oyster Cowboy she proved to be elusive.
Then later we went to the Readers for life literacy. We met a whole slew of online author friends and here’s Chris buying her books.
It was really busy in the room too! They raised a good amount $$’s for literacy. Woo Hoo! Here’s what the room looked like.
Next we went to the bar and those photos are currently chilling out in the vault – ready to be released when those (who shall remain nameless) get famous and I can make some real $$’s with them.
And finally, we took to the streets. It was crazy busy for a Tuesday night…But Christine still looked good didn’t she? Notice the shoes. Please for the love-of-god, notice her shoes! She suffered for such beauty I tell you.
LOL! I had to edit this shot to get it into the post and her freaking toe biters were cut off. Ugh, I’ll go see if I can crop them and post the shot. Shessh, the things I do for my friends…
Meh, okay it was worth the effort – they are schmexy
Up front disclaimer: Alicia Condon, from Kensington Publishing was sitting between Ms. Osborn and Ms. Werksman when the following topic was discussed. Ms. Condon said she had nothing to add to their comments, so to my mind, she took the fifth on it. Hence, I will respect her decision to clam-up and leave her out of this.
Okay, down to the good stuff. Imagine my surprise when I’m sitting in a crowded workshop and I hear the phrase:
“We’ll find you. Oh, we’ll absolutely find you.”
By not one, but two editors. To say my ears perked up would have been an understatement.
(Think of that bewitched episode when Darinn’s ears were the size of hot-cross buns )
Anyway, I was shocked and delighted all at once, but in order for me to have them find me – I needed three things.
Ingredient one: A state-of-the-art social media platform.
No problem I’ve got this independently run blog don’t I? Seew, *thinks for a milli-second* I’ll take that as a yes.
Ingredient two: A solid writing presences preferably an author whose been published.
Wow, okay, so this is getting a little tougher. Meh, I’m solid and I publish my own blog posts don’t I? I mean the button that I click says publish on it, doesn’t it? Seew, *I shamelessly refuse to think this one over because if I did, I might change my mind* So, yep. A big YES check-a-reno here.
Ingredient three: The courage to take a bite out of the dangling carrot.
Of which I just did. Because when two editors say if I talk about them on my blog they’ll know it – they’ll find out – they’ll click on it…well, that’s like saying the unicorn is in the barn and I’m welcome to ride it.
They were in NYC and Christine Bell and I found them. Where to start…the beginning, maybe?
Okay, here’s mine and Chris’s first hotel room in NYC. When we saw how small it was we called down to the front desk and whined so much they upgraded us to a bigger room. Not much bigger, but hey, they did throw in a complimentary bottle of champagne. (Personally? I figured they sent up the bubbly so we’d get drunk and quit complaining to them about the measly accommodations) Meh, instead we wound up drinking cosmos and by the second batch we kinda got really feisty about said accommodations. I do believe the phrase: Pulitzer prize winning authors deserve better came out of my mouth at one point when I called downstairs. 0_o
Seeew, wanting to atone for our sins of making such outlandish literary claims to the poor front desk manager who had absolutely no idea if we were crazy or bonafide stars…we turned to the night table drawer for spiritual guidance. Only….
…This is what we found? The one time either of us is counting on the Holy book to be were it always is in a hotel room and we find this??? *shrug* We poured ourselves more cosmos and eagerly flipped through the pages that weren’t stuck together. Hey, don’t judge us – we considered it research
The next morning we went on the hunt. We needed to find Ms. Angela James to deliver an important, yet fashionable, mind-reading-deterrent cap for her future get-togethers with Ms. Bell. I know, right? I was as shocked as you guys to learn that Christine Bell can read minds and as she wanted to protect Ms. James from her devious talent, she magnanimously handed over the self-proclaimed thought-foiling-cap. (For the record, there was no need for me to wear one of those in Ms. Bell’s presence because she assured me, my mind was too dirty to read) <-You see, just when you think there isn’t an upside and…well, there you go.
Ms. Bell and Angela James. Ms. James is the one wearing the bedazzled cap.
I added this picture so you could see the fine detailing of the cap. Notice the bejewelled gems that gleam as brightly as the foil in that VERY flattering florescent lighting you couldn’t escape at the Marriott. Gee, as Christine pointed out. If Ms. James ever ran out of foil when making a Thanks Giving bird, she could always turn to the jewel-bespeckled-cap. Hmm…gives the term: dressing up the bird a whole new meaning, doesn’t it?
Next we went to Starbucks and I just about peed my pants. Seriously. I saw a woman that I thought was an old frenemy of mine. Won’t get into all of that – but let’s just say, I had visions of her seeing me and calling out: Why if it isn’t little smurfy! (Old frenemy’s favorite salutation for moi. Or worse! BarbieKenerator <- she always hated that I had long nails and was captain of the softball team) But I digress. So, there I was sh*tting big green ones over this, when Christine flags her and her companion down. WTF am I going to do now? But then I’m introduced – and you know that rush of relief you feel that’s a physical thing? Well I had that. Bigtime.
As it turned out this gal, who has a voice (IMO) that could make some serious money doing phone sex calls for a living, is Kelli Collins from Ellora’s Cave publishing and the tall-drink-of-water she was with, was Grace Bradley also from Ellora’s Cave. Kelli was awesome and I liked her even more because she wasn’t who I thought she was. *wipes brow* Now Grace, just like her name has this refined accent that sounds very proper. You know what I mean. You kind of want to sit up straighter in her company until she says something dirty and then all you want to do is crack up. Here they are: From left to right. Grace Bradley, Christine Bell, and Kelli Collins.
Oh, did I mention that Ms. Bradley has a cat with big eyes and a pooch that could tug on your heart strings? Now, Ms. Collins on the other hand, has a cat with attitude. He’s the type of feline who knows he’s good looking. I saw a couple of pictures of him and in everyone of them his expression said: Hey, I have an ego. Deal.
That about raps up mine and Chris’s first few hours in NYC. Wow, I may get more than three posts out of the pile of pictures I took. I’m still bummed though, that I didn’t get a shot of the urban legend himself: Naked Oyster Cowboy. *sigh* He was right there that first day and when I went to get my camera out Christine got all huffy. The way she saw it, NOC’s *ss was overexposed so why bother? I agreed with her until he stealthily disappeared into the night, never to be seen again – at least not by us for the rest of the trip. Maybe next time…