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Some of my Thursday

August 6th, 2010 (12:01 am)
currently hearing: Stevie Nicks--Crystal

Seriously, you can't take me anywhere. Tonight, I was THAT person. I got to Murder By the Book for Dean James's signing of his new cozy mystery Murder Past Due, written as Miranda James, in time to enjoy some conversation with him and get a hug from Johnnie beforehand. Then I turned the sound off on my phone. Only I DIDN'T! I must have forgotten that vital last step, "Set," because in the middle of Dean's story to a VERY good crowd, my dumb cell began to ring. Which meant I had to scramble in my purse and find the thing and turn it off--it took an eternity. Sorry Dean and readers. I'm a moron.

Still, it was a wonderful night, because that's the only way Murder By the Book knows how to do an event.

David introducing Dean with accolades from other mystery writers.

Kinley and John, two members of the best staff you'll find at any bookseller anywhere.

Dean had a gratifyingly large audience and a long line to get books signed. I <3 readers.

In addition to signing Murder Past Due, he signed his Trailer Park Mystery series (written as Jimmie Ruth Evans), and his short story in the Delta Blues collection. Delta Blues includes well-loved writers (James Lee Burke, John Grisham, Ace Atkins, Charlaine Harris, Suzanne Hudson, Bill Fitzhugh, Suzann Ellingsworth, Tom Franklin and Beth Ann Fennelly, Mary Saums, Lynne Barrett, Dean James, Les Standiford, Toni L.P. Kelner, and Carolyn Haines), plus new authors (Alice Jackson, David Sheffield, Nathan Singer, Michael Lister, and Daniel Martine), and contains an introduction by Morgan Freeman. A portion of every book sold will go to Freeman's Rock River Foundation, an organization that promotes literacy and provides grants to assist schools.

I <3 writers, too.

After the signing, I hurried home, grabbing a salad along the way, so I could watch Project Runway. One thing I've found concerning recent changes to my health is that I MUST EAT when it's time to eat or I get...cranky. Very cranky. So I was not amused to get home to find someone's car blocking the drive into The Compound. A simple phone call and my problem would have vanished courtesy of the HPD's choice of a tow truck. Instead, through some eel-like maneuvering, I was able to get my car inside the gate. Then I left this poster on the offending vehicle's windshield:


If you own any of the books in the opposite side bar and would like them signed, mail them to:
P.O. Box 924104
Houston, TX 77292
Please include three dollars for return postage. Thank you.

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