I must have sacrificed myself to the rapacious lust of a gorgeous, domineering conqueror in one of my previous lives

In order to save my whole village. Heck, a whole cluster of villages. Because I have no other explanation for my good luck.

I had a wonderful time at the RWA National Conference in Dallas.

Tuesday night was the occasion of a great dinner meeting with Kristin Nelson, my agent. Then Wednesday was the event that should go down in conference history as the most enviable four hours ever: Kristin took a bunch of us lucky gals to the spa, and not just any spa, the fourth best spa in the whole of the U.S. of A. I had the best facial of my entire life. All my pores disappeared, completely. Completely. Can you beat that?

After the spa was the Bookseller’s Tea. Booksellers are to published authors what editors and agents are to pre-published authors–the Holy Grail. There was the big old ballroom, and likely a 15-to-1 ratio of authors to booksellers. It was like Almack’s, full of hopeful debutantes eyeing the few titled, rich prospects, dreaming of an introduction and a dance. And the Duke of Eligibility was, of course, Sue Grimshaw of Borders, who, along with the Marquis of Desirability, Tina Trevaskis (also of Borders), were pinned to a corner the whole of the reception by a mob of us eager authors dying to impress them with our saleability. They were both beyond gracious.

I’d briefly met Sara Megibow, Kristin’s assistant, at the spa. Sara’s photo, if you’ve ever come across it on Kristin’s website, does not do her justice. She is Adorable. After the bookseller’s event I saw her again, and her Adorable son, and her Adorable husband, who described her hair as having copper flecks when the light strikes it. Can you top that in a man? He just proved wrong every naysayer who said men don’t notice such things. I think they are the most adorable family I’ve ever met.

That evening I went to a cocktail party hosted by superpublicist Nancy Berland. Almost as soon as I walked into the door, I met someone who had an ARC of my book. I’d been to the goody room only 45 min before, and it hadn’t arrived yet, so it was very exciting to see that the copies did get there. The lady who had my ARC then proceeded to ask me to sign it for her mother, which I gladly did. My first signing ever. And guess who the lady was? Faygie Levy, the editor-in-chief of Romantic Times. You can’t beat that for a good omen. I think I must have willingly sacrificed myself to not one, but a whole horde of gorgeous, domineering conquerors, and saved cities, instead of mere villages.

Midway through the party, I was sitting alone at a table, munching thoughtfully–I semi-suck at mingling but never have trouble eating. Someone asked me if she could join me. Her badge said she was a librarian. I love libraries and librarians, so I told her of course she could join me. Only after she sat down did I realize she was RWA’s Librarian of the Year. We went on to have a wonderful conversation about books we love, so wonderful that I didn’t even once look at the Dallas panorama behind me (we were up high in the Reunion Tower).

On my way down the Tower that evening, Nora Roberts and a bunch of her friends came into the elevator. She stood next to me for 200 feet down and I silently basked in her glow. There’s no need to talk to La Nora. She just is. And I just bask.

Thursday I met Jane from DearAuthor for lunch. Jane is gorgeous. I mean, the woman made partner at her law firm when she was 28, runs one of the most influential romance blogs in her spare time–all that, and did I mention she is beautiful ? (I’m sorry but I believe I’ve said on this blog before that I’m shallow as a dinner plate.) The caliber of women that I’m fortunate enough to meet never fails to astonish me.

Thursday afternoon I had to do homework. You would think I’d resent the heck out of it: 2000 women having a good time at the bar (no workshops Thurs pm) and I was doing homework. But the truth was I rather enjoyed it. The homework was for a corporate taxation class, and I love tax classes. I just do. I don’t know why. Nerds write the hottest romances, yeah!

Friday I attended a rather august luncheon, with heavy hitters from Library Journal, Publisher’s Weekly, American Library Association, Borders, and Books-a-Million. And a whole bunch of bestseller authors–and me (I’m not sure how that came about either). Most everyone else was dressed business casual. I looked as if I was hoping to nab a beau at a garden party. 🙂 So thank goodness for Linda Lael Miller, whose outfit was as colorful as sunrise over the Mediterranean.

Friday night was the cocktail reception hosted by Random House, my publisher, where it was great fun meeting Sandy Coleman and Anne Marble from All About Romance, which I’d been reading since at least 1998. Sandy and I reminisced over Susan Johnson’s earlier works. And we shared some fangirl love of Judith Ivory, who has unfortunately dropped off the face of the earth. I told her the story of how I always pounce on Steve Axelrod, Judith Ivory’s agent, whenever I see him, to ask about her. Alas for the rest of you Ivory lovers out of there, at least according to Mr. Axelrod, no releases for her this year. So much for the hopeful rumor that I’d heard.

After the cocktail party, a bunch of Bantam authors went out to dinner. I sat next to Shana Abe and Lara Adrian and we had a great time imagining ourselves living close by to Mr. Clooney on Lake Como. We would join the local council and be very active in the community and he would, of course, admire our public spirit and talent. And from time to time, he would bring over his good friend Mr. Pitt. And between Shana and Lara and me, we decided that we might just have boobs and lips enough to steal his attention away from Miss Jolie for a minute or so.

The big event for me, on Saturday, was the signing. So of course I would forget to change out of my sneakers (thank goodness for table skirts). I saw Sybil from The Good, the Bad, and the Unread helping setting up the tables. We’d met on Thursday. For some stupid reason I’d imagined her as middle-aged. But she, like Jane, turned out to be Young and Hawt. What’s with all the attractive bloggers taking over the world? So I helped her set up tables. And it wasn’t until a few minutes later that I realized I was setting up tables not for Bantam, but St. Martin’s. But what the heck. We went on to set up another table or two for St. Martin’s. 🙂

And then, of course, just before the signing was about to start, I realized I’d forgotten both my camera and the huge box of 81 gel pens I’d bought for the signing. I’d been lusting after those pens for years, but told myself I couldn’t have such useless items unless I actually had a signing. Taking pity on me, the wonderful Sara Megibow went and fetched the pens from my room. They were a tremendous hit, especially the glitter gel pens in all colors of the rainbow.

What can I say about the signing? It was fabulous, the best signing of my life! 🙂 Bantam had done a wonderful poster for each author, provided tons of books, and the attendees who lined up were all so nice to me. A huge contingent from my home chapter of Austin turned out to support me, as well as several readers of this blog–Bev, Maria, and Karmela, or did I meet Karmela some other spot in the hotel? Lovely to meet y’all!–plus the ladies from the Romance Divas, and one of the Head Bitches Herself, Candy from SB, who is–I repeat myself again–another young, hawt blogger taking over the world.

Sorry for the lack of photos. Leslie Langtry, one of Kristin’s authors, graciously lent her camera to take a picture of me at the but it might be a bit before I get hold of it.

So at this point I’m thinking that the conquerors to whom I’d sacrificed myself weren’t gorgeous at all. And I’d saved whole countries. Because good karma on this magnitude just doesn’t happen naturally. But I’m not quite at the end of my run of good luck yet.

It took me a while to unwind from the autographing. Then I went with my roomies, including the gorgeous and talented Catherine Avril Morris, out to dinner. Of course I overstuffed myself. And of course when I got back I had trouble getting into my Rita gown. I’d told Kristen Painter from Romance Divas I’d clap for her during the Golden Heart awards, so I wobbled down to the ballroom, very gingerly sat down, mindful of my dress’s likelihood of exploding from containing too much of me, and clapped (It was sooooo considerate of Kristen’s category to come up as soon as I sat down!) So five minutes later, I wobbled out of the ballroom, headed for the privacy of my room and the luxury of exiting from the very restrictive Rita gown.

The folks from RomanceNovel.tv were shooting interviews with Rita nominees outside the ballroom. Jane had pimped me to them earlier. They were just wrapping up. Guess who was helping them out? Sybil. I don’t think I’ve said it yet but Sybil is a tiger. An absolute tiger. She grabbed me, grabbed the RomanceNovel.tv folks, and got them to agree to interview me, a nobody whose book isn’t even coming out for another six, seven, or is it eight months?

I realized then that I had no makeup on, but what the hell. So there I was, in my naked face, standing next to the very tall and very elegant Sophia Nash, my kindly interviewer. And two minutes later it was done. Now the good folks from RomanceNovel.tv might feed the tape to the shredder when they get home, but it was certainly fun getting interviewed.

I must have single-handedly diverted a giant meteor from crashing into earth.

Okay, finally, the end of this long, rambling post is in sight. I think I’d written it down more for myself–so I don’t forget–than for anyone else. It was wonderful in Dallas and it is wonderful to be back home. Now I’d better get back to all the homework piled up. School ends on August 13. I’m going on a long-awaited vacation with my family shortly after that. Then I’ll come home and spend the rest of the kids’ summer vacation playing computer games with them. So expect regular posts to resume in early September.

And in honor of the new Harry Potter movie and the imminent arrival of Book 7, let me leave you with my favorite Harry Potter Youtube video–Ron and Hermione as Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth. Enjoy.

23 thoughts on “I must have sacrificed myself to the rapacious lust of a gorgeous, domineering conqueror in one of my previous lives

  1. I loved the book. Loved, loved, loved it and think it might be the book I talked about the most at the conference.

    You did a great job on an amazing historical! And for the record Romance Novel.TV thanked me for seeing you and grabbing you before you slipped away. All I did was alert them you were there… they wanted you babe.

    Cuz you rock!

    And I am 31, isn’t that middle age?

  2. You are a sweetheart, Sherry. And I am LOVING your book! Almost done.

    Whatever gifts you receive, I am absolutely certain they are well deserved.

    All the best and continued success.

  3. Thanks for this wonderful recap of your conference experience. I am so jealous of Jane for meeting you and of you for meeting Jane! And Sybil is one wise tiger; you wrote an amazing book.

  4. Sherry, it’s Karmela! I was the person who stalked Kristen before the signing on Saturday and strong-armed her into getting me inside before the signing opened and coercing you into giving me a copy of your ARC. Which by the way? Rocked. My. World. I’d never read anything Victorian before and it was absolutely SMASHING! Apart from the hawt romance, I loved all the peripheral historical stuff — the use of the word “shag,” the horseless carriage, the traveling by trains. More books should be written during this time period! Forget Regency, Victorian is in! Heheh…

    AS for the book itself, if I had three thumbs, I would be raising them all to you. Congratulations, sister! You totally deserve all the accolades! I am totally putting you on my autobuy list.

  5. It was wonderful meeting you Sherry. I love your book!!! But then you already know that right? You have to get an excerpt of Delicious up on your website. I know I’ll have to wait 1000 years for the book but a taste won’t hurt. To your success.

    Oh, and I went to Kristen’s workshop. She’s got a great personality! You are fortunate all around.

  6. Gillian,

    Hope you enjoy the book.

    Yes, we are all middle-aged. 🙂 You look twenty-two, though, seriously. Thirty is truly the new 21, nowadays.

    Thanks for staying till the end to talk to me. That was so sweet of you.

    You were the first person at the conference to flag me down and tell me about my book. Guess who’ll never forget you now? 🙂

    That was you? I guess my head was even more loosely connected to the rest me than I thought. I knew I’d met you. I knew there was this lady who’d come with Kristin to get a copy. But somehow I’d split that into two different memories altogether!

    If you find the turn-of-the-century era interesting, I suggest you try Judith Ivory’s books. Beast, set around 1903 I think. The Proposition is set in 1895.

    It’s always great to see you. Henceforth I shall refer to Sybil as Sybil the Wise Tiger.

  7. Glad you had such a great time at the conference! It was nice to meet you at the signing. Since there were a gazillion people in line, you probably don’t remember me, but I was the one whose critique partner (who, sadly, could not be present at National this year) threatened me with penalty of death if I did not return with a signed copy of your book for her. You’re clearly making connections and buzz left and right. Best of luck!

  8. Hi, Erica,

    Thanks for stopping by.


    Wow, I had no idea. I popped over and it was…surreal. It’s like Eloisa is talking about somebody else altogether. She is way too nice. I’m beginning to wonder whether, though we’d never met, I haven’t at some point promised her years of free babysitting. 🙂

    Thanks for letting me know.

  9. I’m so jealous of everyone who got their hands on that book. I’m stuck waiting until next spring!

    And pardon me Sherry, but I must be a Judith Ivory(and Edwardian era) fangirl and correct you by saying that Beast is set in 1902 and The Proposition is set in 1899. *g*

  10. Angela,

    I stand corrected on Beast. And then, of course, nerd that I am, I went and hauled out my copy of The Proposition. Boy, some searching is necessary for determining the date of that one. I’m going to say 1888, cuz it said in the genealogical chart that Winnie was born in 1868, and toward the end of the book she received a present from Mick for her 30th b-day.

    Judith Ivory fangirls are always, always welcome to run amok on this blog. 🙂

  11. Congrats on the great reviews from Eloisa. Wow. I think you saved earth from a meteor AND an invasion of body snatchers.

  12. Whoops Sherry–you got me! My brain latched onto “The” and “ition” and zipped to The Indiscretion, which is set in 1899. Shh…let’s keep the slip-up between us. *GGG*

  13. Hooray for Sherry!! On all counts! I’m almost finished with your book now, so I’m going verrrry verrrrrrry slowwwwwwwwly because I don’t want it to end. :-/ Your writing is just absolutely beautiful. And I appreciate your admission of being “shallow as a dinner pan” because, well, me too! Whoopee!!! Congrats to you all over again. xoxox

  14. Lenora,

    I’m beginning to think so too. 🙂


    I’ll never tell. *g*

    Helen, Lara,

    You are welcome.



  15. Hi Sherry, did you email me yet? I’m having some problems with yahoo. You won my contest and I want to send you your prize! Send your snail mail address to: lenora AT lenorabell DOT com.

  16. I roomed with Sybil, Jane and Wendy. Jane and Sybil were raving about how wonderful your book was and that there were ARC’s around. I was at a breakfast sponsored by Samhain when someone mentioned your book was set out somewhere.
    As soon as we heard that, we made Wendy go and get a number of copies for all of us. I was just thrilled to get one! And it was one of the ones I carried home in my suitcase rather than ship and risk losing 🙂

  17. Hi, Kristie(j),

    I would have loved to meet you too. 🙁 I did ask Jane to bring you to Thursday’s luncheon.

    I hope the book lives up to its hype. I know I personally am always wary of hyped-up stuff. So, fingers crossed, that you’ll like it.

    Here’s to a quick recovery for you from the palpitations brought on by Wendy’s review of Dreaming of You. 🙂


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