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RT in Review

I have one thing to say about Romantic Times: I loved it.

The fans were awesome, I had SO MUCH FUN with the League and the other authors, and the con, itself, couldn’t have been more well organized. I also adored Columbus and the actual location of the convention. There’s nothing worse, to me, than being trapped in the middle of nowhere in a hotel, but the Hyatt Columbus is in a great area, close to bars, restaurants, and even a farmer’s market where you could buy fresh produce and deliciously evil ice cream.

I arrived a day late, unfortunately, to find that things were already in full swing. And by full swing I mean most of the League already looked decidedly hung over. The rest of the con was a bit of a blur, but a blur of hilarity; loads of fantastic friends, both old and new; and, admittedly, a lot of food and booze. Here’s a wee RT in Pictures (some of which I’ve stolen from other people’s websites–with permission–as I’m rubbish at taking photos):

The Hyatt Columbus did some really smart customer outreach by having a Twitter Fairy: Basically, people were hashtagging #RT10 on Twitter, and if anyone said anything about needing hangers, for example, hangers would magically appear in their room, that night. Pretty soon people caught on, and I asked for dancing girls and champagne. I got the champagne, which was lovely. And the hotel, in general, was wonderful: clean, great service, and an absolutely marvelous location. The nearby North Market was my heaven.

I’m sure y’all have seen other pics of Diana Rowland’s Creepy Doll, but here are two from my own phone. In the first, Kat Richardson reacts with appropriate horror. In the second, Dakota’s maternal instincts extend even to Creepy Doll, whom Dakota teaches to play drums. Creepy Doll only tried to stab Dakota twice with the drum sticks. I love the look on Jeanne Stein’s face almost as much as I love Jeanne, herself. Classic! And you can just see Carolyn Crane peeping out behind Jeanne. She’s adorable! Carolyn, Jeanne Stein and I will be rocking Rom Com this summer, so look out for us, if you’re there.

Meanwhile, Diana took that damned doll everywhere. Here she is out with us for food (fried cheese curds!). That’s me, Jaye Wells, Tor’s Heather Osborne, and Zombie Joe (who made us lovely cupcakes). Meanwhile, I stole this picture directly from Lucienne Diver’s blog. Lucienne is an agent and writer and absolute bombshell who I really enjoyed hanging out with. Check out the rest of her RT pics at her site!

Here’s another couple of pics from Lucienne’s site:

Me with John Scalzi and my gorgeous critique partner, Diana Rowland.

I was rocking out my vampire heart fake tattoos, and for the final big night I went for something super subtle and classy. It’s about time the girls earned their keep!

Probably the coolest thing at RT was the League and our Passports to Snark. Mario Acevedo and Mark Henry cooked up the plan, and it worked a treat. And by treat, I mean I have never seen such foulness spewed onto a page as was spewed onto those passports. And everything said about me (especially by Mario!) is a foul lie. A lie, I tell you! A lie.

Here’s my little set up for the GINORMOUS signing on Saturday. I was sitting on the very end of a slightly extended row. So I watched as the doors to the signing opened, and hundreds of people came running towards me . . . and then past me, and on to J. R. Ward’s ticketed line. I had a good giggle, at that, once I came out from underneath my chair.

Dinner with @jayewells and @NicolePeeler whoa!! on Twitpic

Another highlight of RT was the fact my wondrous editor, the Eye of Sauron herself, Devi Pillai, came to RT! She took Jaye Wells and me to  a lovely dinner, and here’s a picture Devi took of the two of us. I think I should get the tattoos for real. My mother would be thrilled.

My final night at RT (Saturday) meant only one thing: Suite party (hosted by the effervescent Michele Bardsley), featuring Erotic Readings by the League. Apparently it’s an old tradition, one that I was thrilled to enjoy. But before the readings, there were all sorts of shenanigans. Including the gifting of these Fetish Feet to Mark Henry, although the model in question is the absolutely fabulous Sophie Littlefield. I hung out quite a bit with her, Julie Goodson Lawe, and Rachael Herron. I am slightly obsessed with all three of them, as they are rockin’ ladies.

Here are some live action shots of Mark Henry and Stacia Kane reading their amazing, amazing smut. The word “glutinous” was used at some point, and not to describe Elmer’s Glue. I was transfixed and inspired. Look for “glutionous” in my next work . . . it will be hot. And sticky.

To round out my pictures, I’ll leave you with my favorite of the lot. The moment Stacia broke Mark. It was beautiful.

Enjoy! And I will definitely be seeing you at RT, next year, in LA. If I were any more excited, I could spit. Glutinously!

Guest Blog: MARIO ACEVEDO

It’s with great pleasure I introduce Mario to the Emporium. He’s fabulous . . . never read an email him with something in your mouth. It will inevitably come out of your nose. He’s hilarious and the books are fantastic–I love me some Felix. Rawr! So here goes . . . Mario Acevedo!

The Writer’s Life, a Cocktail of Friends and Alcohol.

I first met Nicole Peeler at a clothing-optional writer’s workshop.  Afterwards, Nicole told me it was too flaccid.  My work, she meant.

My fifth book is out, which means I’ve been at this writing biz as a professional for four years.  We all expect great things from getting published.  Piles of money for one.  That happens for a few.  Other writers fizzle out right away and disappear.  The rest of us die-hard scribes slog along as mid-list authors, trying our best to survive.

But what I didn’t expect and what surprised me was meeting and becoming friends with my fellow writers, strangers at first.  One popular misconception is that writers are introverted hermits toiling away in an attic or basement.  Once in a while they’re prodded out for book tours and they squint mole-like at the sun before slinking away in search of a drink.

Actually I’ve found writers to be the opposite.  Almost unanimously they’re gregarious and generous.  Most of us realize that our success is a matter of hard work and luck.  There are a few writers–insufferable wretches, the toe fungus of the publishing industry–who act as though they’ve been anointed by a Higher Power to deliver the printed word.  Usually these writers blend in with the normal good people but occasionally they give themselves away.  When they do, we have a special name for them: microphone hogs.  The next time you’re at an author’s panel and there is one writer who slobbers all over the mike and barely acknowledges the other panelists, that person is the insufferable wretch, a.k.a. the microphone hog, a.k.a. the windbag asshole.

Another popular misconception is that writers are backbiting helots.  Again, untrue.  We authors band together in online tribes.  We watch out for one another; if there’s an opportunity we pass along a mention.  If there’s a snake in the grass, we shout a warning.  This doesn’t mean we don’t talk smack about one another.   We do.  As much as possible.  For example, I know things about Nicole that would make a prison warden blush.  And I respect Nicole too much to give details other than to say I have pictures for sale and I accept PayPal.

However, there is one perception about writers that is very true.  We like to drink.  A lot.  My first writers’ conference as a professional was the 2006 Bouchercon in Madison, WI.  Voted the most walkable city in America.  Which means the bars are within stumbling distance.  Because of that experience, I’ve held mystery writers in awe.  My heroes.  Since then I’ve branched out to other genre conferences and while I certainly wouldn’t call fantasy writers lightweights around the bottle, mystery writers remained the grand potentates of partiers.

Until my first Romantic Times conference.  Who would’ve thought these bitchy lushes masquerading as college professors and suburban housewives could’ve hip-checked mystery writers off the barstool of honor?  To be fair, some of these writers were ringers, mystery authors doing double duty.

And my team was the urban fantasy scribblers, appropriately named the League of Reluctant Adults, who guzzled the booze like thirsty mudcats.  These women writers brought to Romantic Times an expertise missing at the other cons.  Erotica.  Porn by and for women.  Add booze.  See what you get.

One memorable bacchanal was the public reading of sex-drenched pages.  Civilians–i.e., non-writers–crept close to soak up the 100 proof filth.  Judging by their sweaty faces and twitchy fingers, we didn’t disappoint.

Which brings us full circle to the queen of sweaty faces and twitchy fingers: Nicole Peeler.  Buy her book.  Support her snark.

Happy fanging.

Mario Acevedo

His latest book, WEREWOLF SMACKDOWN, is on the prowl.  Your best hope for salvation is to buy a copy…or better yet, several.

http://www.marioacevedo.com

And now for the CONTEST! To win a copy of Werewolf Smackdown, answer me the following, in comments:

Felix doesn’t consume his blood the “normal” way for a vampire. Rather, his sanguinary consumption often occurs in the form of enchiladas with a very special red sauce. What do YOU think is a good recipe/type of food to serve as a culinary vehicle for blood? Por ejemplo (see Mario! Spanish!), Blood a la Mode! (I’m wikked bilingual people. Wikkid.) Winners will be pulled from the Contest Can next WEDNESDAY, just in time to announce my NEXT CONTEST.

Cuz I heard Sabina Kane’s in town . . . And she does so enjoy the Emporium . . .

Some Pimpage and a Contest!

It’s that time of the month, again . . . the League is stirring and, panting like a Lamaze instructor, birthing BOOKS!

In a few days, Mario Acevedo will be guest posting here, and I’ll be running a contest to win his newest book: Werewolf Smackdown!

How great are these covers? Between now and my contest, though, feel free to buy the rest of Mario’s books. OR buy Werewolf Smackdown anyway because you know how good it’s going to be, and you know you’ll probably need another copy if you get too excited reading the first and spit coca-cola on it. Or whatever other fluids Mario’s fiction may make you spit. It’s okay…this is a judge free zone.

But in the MEANTIME, I have a contest for RIGHT NOW! I’m very excited when we get to launch a debut novel by a Leaguer. After all, the League was there for me when I debuted Tempest Rising and I don’t know where I’d be without their support. So it’s with great pleasure that I announce the launch of Carolyn Crane’s debut novel, MIND GAMES! Huzzah!

How good does that look? Her heroine is totally gonna cut a bitch. And what a big knife she has! To win a copy of Carolyn’s book, just ponder the following question and insert your thoughts into my comments box. *giggles*

As a nerd, I like to tell myself that brains (MIND GAMES!) will win over brawn (WEREWOLF SMACKDOWNS!), and yet I also know that I’m not going to manage to Machiavelli my way out of a situation if someone has their filthy paws wrapped around my throat. So what do you think is really more important for a hero/heroine? Brains or brawn?

Comment here, and I’ll choose a winner, randomly, from the CONTEST CAN! on Friday, at noon, Louisiana time. Which doesn’t mean 1:30, you assholes, it means central time.

Awesome! Have great weeks! And stay tuned for later in the week when Mario will be visiting. I’m gonna start laying down tarps now . . . it will inevitably get sticky.

And Another Update!

Over at Literary Escapism, Jackie is doing a HUGE CONTEST with all us Leaguers! It’s a great big stonking do, so go over there and have a look-see! There is many a prize to be won!

Still in my Grading Oubliette

So I’m still furiously grading and haven’t really had time to do anything on the third book. I also have a coooold. Boo to that!

But I did post a rather interesting (at least, to me) discussion on why the upsurge in popularity of UF, and why now, over at the League of Reluctant Adults.

So go check that out, if you’re interested, and I promise to probe by inner-working as a writer, more, when I actually get to be a writer again. Thanks!

Coming soon . . .

Nicole Peeler will have a real website, very shortly.  Until then, you can find her blogging, attempting assassinations, and generally being rather inappropriate, here:

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That said, keep your eyes peeled.  She is slowly learning how to use “technology” and may start actually doing things here.  You can also find her on Facebook.  The password to her friendship is “selkie.”