Yay! A picture entry. It's been awhile since I did one, and I'm excited to get some new eye candy up for you guys. Tonight, for your viewing pleasure, I have two writer social events.

First up: Writer Grrls Gone Wild



Or, well, as wild as we ever get. Local grrl authors Cherie Priest, Caitlin Kittredge, Kat Richardson, and I went out a week or so ago to celebrate Caitlin finishing up her latest werewolf contract and me finishing another draft of Shadow Kiss. I think it was the fourth, but honestly, who's counting anymore? And lo, there I am in my now obsolete glasses. That's a rare shot--as is me in pink. While I love black as much the next author grrl, you'll notice in both sets of pictures that I'm the only one who doesn't wear it.



At dinner, we were joined by University Bookstore events guru, Duane--or as some people are now calling him, The Luckiest Guy in the World.


Okay, that's all I've got for that night, I'm afraid. I did a better job yesterday, during which Mark Henry hosted the Team Seattle authors and significant others to his estate in beautiful Dupont. I realize that showing shots of Mark's meticulously landscaped yard and culinary skills are going to clash with his readers' twisted image of him living in a barren shack/cave somewhere, but if it makes you guys feel better, I'm pretty sure the terraced backyard (which you'll see in some of the shots) is a good place to bury bodies.



See? Culinary skills. When I make potato salad--er, I mean, "make" potato salad--I stop by the grocery store. Not Mark. We watched in awe as he deftly cooked up potatoes and bacon and juggled multiple skillets.




Kat and Caitlin enjoy sun and beverages out on the patio--and wear black.




lolcatz won't give me a full smile here, but I still think this one's pretty good, particularly since he's probably listening to me tell Lasik stories for the fiftieth time.




Meanwhile, Cherie sets a good example for my YA readers.




The Henry Household is overrun with small, adorable dogs who inexplicably hate Kat and Mr. Kat.




While Cherie downing alcohol is apparently okay on this blog, Mark flipping off the camera is not allowed. Fortunately, this friendly winged unicorn came flying by just in time so that your eyes won't be seared by such shocking behavior.




My eyes had to stay covered up behind my rhinestone-encrusted (no, really) movie star sunglasses whilst outside. I had lolcatz take this belated pic of me on the ride home because I realized as the photographer, there were no shots of me. Oh, hey, what's that cellophane wrapped bowl in my lap?




A fruit salad! Well, kind of. It was actually a bowl of fruit and would have photographed better if I'd taken a shot before people ate it. In the Midwest, fruit salad usually contains a carton of Cool Whip mixed in, but I wanted this to be healthy--which is why it's ironic that it ended up being used as an ice cream topping. Still, I was immensely proud of it because that was the first time I'd ever sliced a kiwi. That's not a New Zealand joke.


Let's go ahead and file this one under good times.