Ready for Malice!

Last week I did something that happens about once a year and which provides a ridiculous amount of joy in my (and any writer's) life. I typed THE END.

Of course, the next book isn't "done" by any stretch of the imagination. But the first draft is. There are still rewriting and revisions galore ahead of me, but the bones of the story are there.

The other good part is the timing. Now I can take this week off to prepare for and attend Malice Domestic. Malice is one of the big mystery conventions out there. Taking place annually in Bethesda, Maryland, it's the home to the Agatha Awards. I'm not in the running this year, but I have good friends who are. I get to relax and cheer them on.

Here are a few photos from recent past Malices.

My New Kids on the Block panel from 2015 for Best First Novel nominees:

My nomination certificate. Still love that handbag with my book cover on it:

Before the banquet with my editors, Rachel and Erin:

Biggest Awesomest Moment of My Life - 2016's Simply the Best Panel when I was a nominee for Best Contemporary Novel along with Hank Phillippi Ryan, Catriona McPherson, Margaret Maron (who won), and Louise Penny (not present). Also in the photo is our moderator extraordinaire, Shawn Simmons:

Before the banquet:

Stay tuned for a new batch of photos from this year's Malice!

Comments

Celia Fowler said…
I enjoy seeing all the photos from Malice -- it's almost like being there. Have a great time!
4/25/17, 9:15 AM
Annette said…
I'll do my best to post as it's going on, but if I don't, I'll definitely post once I get home.
4/25/17, 9:21 AM
Hank Phillippi Ryan said…
This is so fabulous! Can't wait to see you…
4/25/17, 12:33 PM
Annette said…
Can't wait to see you too, Hank!
4/25/17, 12:35 PM
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