The minibar

I'm in NYC with my daughter and sister for the RWA conference.  That would be the Romance Writers of America, although I have yet to set foot in the conference hotel.  On Monday I did "take a meeting" with my publisher, Kensington Publishing, and discussed many, many issues facing the publishing industry today.  My head still reeling with the amount of information I'd received, I returned to my hotel room and decided I needed something from the room's minibar.
Now, in the past I've played fast and loose with the minibar.  I pull something out with the intention of replacing it before the hotel employee comes to check because I refuse to pay $1300.00 for bottled water.  However, THIS minibar has an electronic code which flips up the price as soon as you pick up the item.  Good God.  I could die of thirst because I can't pay that much.  I refuse.  What is it about hotels that makes them overcharge so MUCH.  I know they have me over a barrel but they're flogging me, too.
Today -- top of my list -- a trip to Duane Reade and a purchase of bottled water and Toblerone.  (I don't usually eat Toblerone, but it's always in the minibar and now I want some.)
More later as I work on this problem...

HUSH is on the stands!

I've been waiting for my muse for way too long.  So, forget it.  I've got to just get going.  HUSH, my next thriller, hit the stands this week.  Check it out.  Yay!

And some said I wasn't a 10....

It happened.  I am a ten.
WICKED LIES is #10 on both the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestseller lists in the same week.  Booya!

More about WICKED LIES

Okay, WICKED LIES is pretty much all I know anymore.  For the past ten days my sister and I have been stumping our latest co-written book hard on radio and satellite television.  Our efforts seem to have paid off as last week the book reached #18 on the New York Times bestseller list and #16 on USA Today's!  Yay!

What I have learned:
1.  I used to have a writing career but the amount of words I'm committing toward paper/word processing has diminished proportionately with the amount I've been TALKING about writing.
2.  I suspect it is a cosmic joke that now, when I could really use some horrible weather to keep me inside, the sun has finally decided to come out.
3.  My sister knows way more about what kind of makeup to use to look good on television.  I sort of stopped learning after 'beach makeup'.  She has promised me a shopping trip to purchase said new product.  I fear this may mean I'll encounter salespeople behind the makeup counter with enough blue eye shadow to give a Cirque du Soleil performer pause.
But....I really could use her help, so I'll keep those thoughts to myself....and to my blog.
Check out WICKED LIES!