A visual display of my RWA National New York trip anyone?
I promise I won’t make you sit through an endless array of slides while I chatter on about my nasty run-in with a New York cop, near death taxi rides, bomb threats, and elevator mishaps. Nor will I bore you with bemoaning my choice of shoes while trekking across block, after block, after block of the city, or how I cried during the Broadway show Wicked, or how nervous I was to meet members of my new publisher, Carina Press (oops…did I let that slip?).
I won’t mention the amazing workshops and parties, either. Well maybe, I will.
So without further ado . . .
People, lights, and animation everywhere you turned. Sensory overload!
By the looks of those sun-deprived skinny legs, I'm thinking this cowboy is a stand-in. 😦
NY celebrated my arrival Monday night with fireworks. Did I mention I'm terrified of heights?
Don't honk. $350 Fine. One way the city makes lots of money.
Central Park, who knew it could be so big? And peaceful? And big? And beautiful? And big? Damn flip-flops.
My sight-seeing compadres, Stacey and Ruth. Thanks for not throwing me overboard.
Hard to believe I was part of a workshop panel.
What do you do at the end of a long day at conference? Go to a Harlequin PJ party and wear a silly hat, of course.
Traded PJs for chic at the Carina Press cocktail party.
The Wicked stage curtain. Yes, we had wicked seating.
Must. . . resist . . .donning . . .the ears.
Where's your sword, Zorro? You might can guess his answer.
Hamming for the camera on a tiny slab of red carpet.