Spent this past week resting on my Victorian fainting-couch with a nice cold cloth on my forehead, after the excitement of my weekend in San Diego at the North American Historical Novel Society Conference. What an amazing experience! Fervent thanks to Richard Lee, the 2011 Conference Chair, and board members Alana White, Sarah Johnson, Ann Chamberlin, Mary Burns and Roni Coates for all their hard work in creating and managing such a wonderful conference.
I met so many fabulous writers—my heroine Cecelia Holland (who on the Saturday night gave the shortest and best keynote address I’ve ever seen, to a standing ovation), Emily Cotton (whose Tudor-era gown was smashing), Julianne Douglas, Anne Easter Smith, Christy English, C.W. Gortner, Susan Higginbotham, John Kachuba, Mitchell James Kaplan, Michelle Moran, Hana Samek Norton, Amanda Orr, Sophie Perinot, Teralyn Pilgrim (who writes about our unexpected meeting here), Kate Quinn (who is kind enough to mention me here in her hysterical conference recap–scroll down to Saturday afternoon), Mary Sharratt, Kris Tualla, Jeri Westerson and so many more I admired and gaped at from afar but was too shy to approach. I was very disappointed that Margaret Frazer was sidelined at the last minute—get well soon, Margaret!
Coming down to earth and back to the real world of revising The Flower Reader is not easy. Oh, and by the way—The Flower Reader is now up on Amazon for pre-order, so order today to get yours the moment it releases on April 3, 2012!
I’ll be unplugged until Monday—tomorrow I’m off to the Historical Novel Society’s 4th North American Conference in San Diego. I am so looking forward to meeting the many wonderful historical fiction writers and readers I’ve “met” and interacted with online. Also to meeting (meeting! in person!) some of my long-time favorites, like Cecelia Holland and Margaret Frazer. Wish me luck with my presentation on the “Debut Novelists” panel, and see you next week!
When I want to wish someone particularly good luck, I wish them “crossed beagle paws” (because of course we have copious beagle paws in the Loupas household). The other day I saw Boudin lounging in the dining room with his front paws crossed like a Victorian gentlemen’s (a Victorian gentleman’s limbs, of course, not paws, but the attitude is certainly there), and I managed to grab the camera in time to take one shot before he rolled his eyes at me and moved.
So next time I tell you I have beagle paws crossed for you, you’ll know just what I’m thinking.
I had to share this link:
Scroll down about halfway to the post from Cathy, who came across the word “concupiscence” in The Second Duchess and wanted to learn more about it.
I love that word and I especially love readers who love words, too.