Who’d have ever though a farmboy Indian from West Texas would get to launch a werewolf novel at the Library of Congress?
[most of these pics are courtesy Deborah Miranda]
I know I can smile better than that, too. But what you gonna do.
Anyway, don’t let me fool you into thinking it was only me:
[ Deborah Miranda, Linda LeGarde Grover, and Eric Gansworth]
Was a supercool time. Even got to hang with my editor, who acquired Mongrels:
[ Kelly O’Connor, now at Orbit ]
Also? Know how two or three days ago I pasted up that hero-pic (i.e., a pic of me with a hero, George RR Martin)? Get this:
[ yep, that’s Louise Erdrich to my right — hero of heroes ]
Been such a whirlwind few days. Slept a total of like negative five hours of the last fifty, I think. And miles to go before I find a bed: about to bus through Denver back to Boulder, to grab a clean pair of jeans, another werewolf shirt, and then do Tattered Cover with Richard Kadrey. Pics and stories coming, I’m sure.
Oh, and I was a few minutes late to the event. Why? Evidently you can’t bring honking-big knives into hallowed halls wherein walk dignitaries. There was a lot of knife drama, there was some screeching around corners in cabs, and there was the backdrop of the capital behind it all. Felt like I was in a Dan Brown novel. Wouldn’t trade it.
Thanks, Robert and Anya, of Library of Congress. And thanks, Louise Erdrich.
Will close with this hardly-at-all-staged pic, of me sitting at the poet laureate’s special-special desk up in the attic of the Library of Congress long after dark, “working” on a certain book . . .
