Then off to David and Pamela's where I avoided being eaten by enormous cats. Pamela is famous for, among other things, Tam Lin of which Publishers weekly said: "Dean has written a quintessential college novel, anchoring its fantastic elements in a solid, engaging reality." Someone once described her to me as "having no lukewarm fans -- people either don't know her, or they eat drink and breathe her." Her office photo is going to be a special treat.
They plied me with scotch and a guest bedroom filled with cats and I slept like a baby.
This morning it was early to rise and off to
If you're going to read a romance novel, it really ought to have vampires. And zombies. And the goddess Lilith sharing the body of the heroine, and turning into bridezilla. Really. Like Dead If I Do
I'm sitting at a swell middle-eastern cafe chowing down falafel. Two more portraits tonight then crashing at Chez Gaiman with wacky and wonderful things to come.
Here's Lyda's writing space:
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Sweet barking cheese! Nerd alert!!
Mr. Sulu, set course for awesome!