Let the wild rumpus start!

OK, maybe not. I’m kicking off the royal birthday month by sitting at home and working. Yesterday’s BEA signing with Max Allan Collins went really well (even though we were over in the west ghetto with the t-shirts and tooth whitening) and afterwards I chowed down at the Water Grill (Meyer lemon and lavender crème brulee!) with my Dorchester peeps. Also had a chance to hang a little with Eddie “The Czar of Noir” Muller and the saucy ladyeuthanasia but didn’t do much in the way of prowling the actual con. I thought about going back today but feel like I need to make up for the lost time at the desk. Schmoozing is all well and good, but you can’t hustle your stuff if you don’t have any stuff to hustle. So it’s back to the grind for this Birthday Girl.

Meanwhile, Faustketeers, allow me to direct your attention to my Amazon birthday wish list.



I’ve also included a few non-book items this year because I’m seriously running out of shelf-space in this tiny house. Also I realize nobody in their right mind will actually buy me a Kindle, but hey, it sure would cut down on the shelf-space problem.

From 2-4 PM on Saturday, May 31st,
I’ll be signing at the Hard Case booth (# 4216-4218 in the West Hall) at BEA at the Los Angeles Convention Center:
1201 South Figueroa Street
Los Angeles, CA 90015

There’ll be wine and other goodies at the table, if my sparkling personality isn’t enough to get you to drop by.

Oh and for those who didn't catch Saturday's Pay-Per-View, BJ Honeydew beat the Muscle Shark (and no that's not a metaphor for something dirty.) I know you were worried...