This past weekend, I hung out in Indianapolis. Well, in the Hyatt Hotel, at least. It was, possibly, the most exhausting weekend of my life. But it was also pretty stinking groundbreaking.
I intended to write out all that happened. But, between the food and giant hotel, the agents and editors…oh…and ALL THE writers…I thought it better to just post a few pictures. I’ll caption them for you.
Author? Yup. That made me giddy.
The biggest hotel in all the world. Well. At least the biggest I’ve been in.
The gorgeous and fabulous Megan Sayer!
At the genre dinner. Attendees were encouraged to dress like the characters from their novels. We donned modern clothes. That’s the nice thing about writing contemporary stories.
The meeting of the Suzie/Susie’s! Author Suzie Johnson
The most amazing coffee pushers. Ty’ris (the fellow in the middle) actually performed a rap for me. I demonstrated my beat boxing skills. He laughed. Hm…
Getting ready for prom…ahem… the gala.
Selfie with Megan Sayer and the talented John D. Blase (poet, author, editor, gentleman).
The slightly more dignified picture with Megan and John. Boy. Did we have a few laughs. Good company at ACFW.
Michigan. My Michigan. How glad I was to see this sign.
But even happier to see this handsome man.