I've been on the go since I got back from New York and haven't had a moment to blog about this, but I spent a long but wonderful day last week in Manhattan meeting with my publishers, Minotaur Books. Headquartered in the Flatiron Building (above), Minotaur is an imprint of St. Martin's Press. It was my last publicity outing before the official book launch.
My schedule was jam-packed almost from the moment I arrived at LaGuardia: lunch with executives from Barnes & Noble at a place called Rye House (I recommend the blackened striped bass sandwich); a session signing several hundred copies of The Poacher's Son that had been special-ordered by mystery booksellers; recording an author interview to accompany the release of the audio version of the book; meeting with my editor to discuss final revisions on my second, as-yet-untitled novel; and finally trading stories with Minotaur staffers and fellow authors, Andrew Grant and Tasha Alexander, over Italian small plates.
It was only the next day, as I was waiting at LaGuardia for the plane to take me back to Portland, that I realized I'd just had the experience aspiring novelists always dream about. Don't think I wasn't grateful.