On the Run (Anne Stuart)

Jeesh! I've been on the road all week, and now that I'm safely home and finally dealing with my 2004 and 2005 income tax returns (don't ask) I suddenly remembered it's my day to post. Brain like Swiss cheese, I tell ya!
I was off in NJ-PA-NJ-NYC-NJ. First to visit my mother in Princeton, then hopped on the train to visit my daughter in Philadelphia, then back to Princeton, then into NYC, then out to the New Jersey Romance Writers Conference, then back to Princeton and then home, nearly hitting three deer and a semi on the way. Crazy traffic, but what can you expect when the leaves are changing and everything's beautiful?
I had a divine time in New York with Jenny Crusie, working on the final little tidbits of THE UNFORTUNATE MISS FORTUNES, being fed by editors, staying at an apartment in Greenwich Village, then going to the Hallowed Ground of Our Lady of Sarcasm, the Algonquin Hotel, once home to Dorothy Parker and the Round Table. We ate, we wrote, we talked. We even had pictures to commemorate the occasion but we're too vain to show them.
And I got to head up to Kinokuniya (the Japanese book store) and get a new issue of Shoxx magazine with really luscious pictures of Tetsu (from L'arc-en-Ciel) so all is good.

The New Jersey conference was fabulous -- if you ever get a chance you should go. It's a good size -- just over 400 people, and next year they're having Julia Quinn, Sherrilyn Kenyon and Karen Robards! Quelle powerhouse!

I gotta go wrestle with taxes again. For those of you tempted to skip filing, don't try this at home. It makes you crazy and neurotic. Death and taxes are an unpleasant fact of life, and to quote Bob Dylan, sooner or later you gotta serve somebody.

In the meantime, your music options for the week: if you're into J-rock then go find Faith by Hyde (God, I hope that's the title -- fabulous CD). Right now I'm playing a lot of Warren Zevon -- the perfect tone for the MIP. Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner -- great hero material.

Cheers!