Tall people smooching
Thursday I got the galley for book 3 in my Felix Gomez series, The Undead Kama Sutra
. Sunday morning I planted my butt in a local coffee shop and went through the galley in one marathon sitting. Looks good (the galley, not my butt). I charge you, dear blog stalker, to spread the word. Tell everyone to buy this book when it comes out. March 2008. I'll sponsor a contest for the best Undead Kama Sutra
champion. Grand prize: a week on my private island paradise. But first I need to buy that island paradise. That's where you come in. Make those sales and put me where I belong; snug in the lap of luxury.
Friday I attended the launch party for Copper Nickel 8
, the literary journal of the University of Colorado at Denver and Health Sciences Center (whew!). The party was held in place that made me feel all brainy and literary just being there, Matter Studio. A couple of the contributing authors dazzled us with readings. Handling the sales of the journal and other cool stuff were Elizabeth, Monet, and Cyndi, shown here holding up a copy of CN8
Nothing is offical unless it's on a cake.
What's even more important to any literary event than cake is booze. Making sure our livers were properly seasoned were Houdini (and you thought he was dead), Johnny, and Matt the Beer Man (his last name, really). Sharron is on the right, flustered by the overwhelming choices in adult beverage. Beer or beer.
Not only was the crowd smart in the cabeza, but they also dressed smart. At least the women did. Tara got the Mario nod for best shoes and celebrates with a kiss from her boyfriend, Ked.