The World Mystery Convention is in Indianapolis this year. It’s a city I’ve never visited before and, if this convention is like most, I probably won’t get to see much of the town.
I did get a panel this year. It’s on writers who hit a dry spell. My dry spell lasted about 15 years. I kid you not. There’s also going to be a Minotaur cocktail party. I pretty much would attend an al-Qaeda cocktail party of there’s an open bar, so this ought to be fun.
OK, two days until the World Mystery Convention in Indianapolis. This will be my first convention in, um, 15 years (yikes!). I’ll post daily, although not one living soul is actually reading this.
Also found out yesterday that I’ve got a publicist! Who knew? Nice young woman from Minotaur called to tell me she’d be promoting my book in 2010. My first reaction, obviously, was, “Did you get the right number? My name’s Dana.”
OK, more to come.