That One Time I Went to the RT 2013 Convention

I'm home from my first Romantic Times Convention, and I hope it isn't my last. It was insane - even though I missed most of it because of a manuscript deadline. Which means I spent much of the week cloistered in my room, writing (insert sniffle), because that's what happens when you are too optimistic about how quickly you write.

I missed the nightly parties, and most of the panels and workshops - except the New Adult panel I was on with Jennifer L. ArmentroutJeaniene Frost and Erin McCarthy - who were all awesome. (Especially Erin, because we were wearing the exact same earrings. Consider how many possibilities of earrings there are in the world, and what the chances are of this. It's a sign! I'm not sure what it's a sign of, but it's gotta be something.)

I did escape my hotel room for a few meals (though my room service bill was horrifying), and I got to room with the wonderful Colleen Hoover. I couldn't cry myself to sleep at night, because she would have said, "What's the matter? What's the matter? What's the matter?" until I told her I'm an unbelievably slow writer, that's what. And then she'd have said, "But I knew that already. Why aren't you writing now? Here, have some Diet Pepsi and get back to work!"

Colleen is the little sister I never had. Those of you with little sisters know what I mean by this.

The Ginormous Booksigning event on Saturday was pretty cool, except whoever was in charge of ordering books for me ordered 48 copies of Easy. Thank goodness lots of people brought copies with them (even some indie editions!), because I ran out of books just after noon, and the signing went until 2 PM. Boooooo to whomever was in charge of ordering my books.

My face still hurts from all the smiling.
(Note to self - Fashion Don't Alert: You are too pale to wear this color.
No, it doesn't matter if it looked cute in the store,
because it matches your pasty, oatmeal-colored skin tone.)

My battle cry: Nothing motivates me like the last minute!

So, I did a lot of writing during the conference, and I've been home a week, finishing up. Which means: I'm about to send my Penguin UK editor the final BTL #4 manuscript! We'll wrap up final revisions this week, and then it goes to copy editing. Woot! The (digital) release date is AUGUST 6th. (And the title/cover reveal will be SOON.)

I didn't think I'd be one of those overly-sentimental types to whom the end of a series means both champagne and tears. I was pretty sure the champagne alone would be fine, thanks. But I kind of cried through writing the last several chapters, and some of the reason for that was the realization that this is it. I'm saying goodbye to the characters I've grown very fond of since I first dreamed them up, four years ago.

I hope you like it.