Monthly Archives: October 2010
Next up for “Crashers” is a gig with my old friends, Willamette Writers. The event is set for 7 to 9 p.m. Tuesday at The Old Church, at the corner of Southwest 11th and Clay in downtown Portland.
Willy Writers gave me a cardiac arrest this week when friends started sending me e-mails saying, “Haynes! Spielberg? Congrats, dude!” After I picked myself up off the floor, I checked the WW site and, sure enough, they said “Crashers” would be directed by Steven Spielberg in 2011.
They had me mixed up with another writer and, when I brought it to the attention of their Web person, it was quickly removed. But not before my aneurism, thank you. But before that (being the ever-lovin’ optimist) I literally called my agent, Janet, and said, “Um, anything you need to tell me?” Hey, it didn’t hurt to ask.
Anyway, the wondrous Cynthia Herself Whitcomb (adore. her.) will be there, and she’s more than worth the price of admission. This should be a good gig. See you there?
After Seattle and San Francisco, Spokane is next! Speaking at 12:30 p.m., Sunday at Auntie’s Books, 402 West Main Ave. I attended Lewis and Clark High School, so this is a homecoming of sorts for me. Can’t wait!
The World Mystery Convention in San Francisco was a blast. Have to admit, though, that mystery writer Katy King and I fled the scene, took a ferry ride and also hit the shopping district pretty hard (John Varvados rocks). Chatted with my publishers about the paperback version of “Crashers.” Also, the sequel. (The title for which I suggested “Thin Thighs in 30 Days.” They suggested I rethink the title.) Funniest anecdote of the week was Alafair Burke’s bit of business about walking nude into an athletic club’s weight room, thinking it was the shower.