I left my heart in San Francisco….
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.