Later today, a Fairy Crisis ensued when technicalities with my costume (details tomorrow) arose in the form of no wings. Caitlin Kittredge kindly drove through the dangerous streets of Columbus to find me some at a costume store and has even been kind enough to help put the final touches on it.
Another panel followed, then a great dinner with some ladies at Kensington (Georgina's publisher). After that, things got a little weird. I chose to hang out with a bunch of friends in the hotel bar rather than go to the party with scantily clad male entertainment. Caitlin Kittredge popped in to check it out and came out with a center piece that she may or may not have had permission to take.
Michelle Rowen and I posed for this shot, so our agent can add it to his scrapbook.
Jackie Kessler and Heather Brewer apparently had some serious author stuff to do.
Then...the life of the party showed up. Or maybe lack of life. Stacia Kane, while going out for a cigarette, made friends with one of the undertakers who were having their convention at our hotel. He brought his friends in who taught us about embalming fluid and let us pose for pictures. They told us we didn't need the Mr. Romance pageant. They were the real Mr. Romances.
Drunken undertakers are a sight to behold, let me tell you. They hung out with us for a while before Caitlin and I wandered off for more fairy arts and crafts times. On our way to my room, I told people we passed that the undertakers were taking pics, but no one was as excited as we were. We also passed a couple of male cover models who told me they liked my red hair and that they liked how tall Caitlin is. Oh, those silver-tongued devils.
Anyway, I apologize to everyone for not going to the sexy guy dancer party and getting photos for you, but I will have pictures of me dressed as a fairy tomorrow, so I hope that makes up for it. And, just to keep reminding you, it's the last week to vote for Blood Promise over at the Children's Book Council Awards in the teen section!