I’m heading home from a great weekend of panels, laughter, author talk, fried chicken, and book lust. Bouchercon, the World Mystery Convention, is wrapping up. It was — as usual — a whole lot of fun for people like me who love to immerse ourselves in the world of mystery and suspense fiction.
There are always a few surprises at a convention. Such as: I will again never poke fun at the concept of chicken and waffles. And: I’m bound to meet someone who went to the same high school as my mother. Big continent, small school; yet it’s inevitable.
And, at Bouchercon Raleigh, I got this surprise: a copy of Books to Die For, with the title page of my essay on A is for Alibi autographed by Sue Grafton. I got to put my signature next to that of one of my heroes. This is a highlight of my writing life.