I am falling down on the job.
I could, very convincingly I might add, blame some of my blogmates for my near absence today. After all, I have no vacations drinking Chassagne Montrachet to brag about. And no family photos to display, showing grand babies who are so cute that my clothes seem to glow in the dark just because I am holding them. (I do have fabulous grandchildren, but they are spending the summer in day camps of various sorts, since they lack a grandparent with permanent roots on a gorgeous Greek island.)
Or I could grouse about all the horror stories about British Air, which I will be flying on four flights next month on visits to Kenya and London. The dire warnings presented here are second only to the ones offered by friends appalled that I am going to Kenya at all, given the fact that trouble there is headlining the news broadcasts in the USA.
None of that.
The paucity of this post actually has a joyful cause. It is ThrillerFest week in New York City--always a fun-filled experience and one where I don't have to fly anywhere--on British or any other airline--in order to get there. It takes place just ONE subway stop from where I live.
And this year, it brings me the precious week-long company of Stan Trollip, who is off today at NY FBI headquarters, with a bunch of other crime writers, learning the latest investigative techniques of G-Men. Here he is in a noir-ish picture taken last night during an after dinner stroll around my neighborhood.
This evening, we are having dinner with Dr. Barbara Leavy and her delightful husband Peter. Barbara is literary light who believes that crime novels are NOT negligible genre entertainment, but novels that should be treated as true literature. What better company could I have?
As the week progresses, I will be seeing many, many of my crime writing colleagues. The company I am keeping is so delightful that it erases the depressing nature of what I have been dealt in the past week in this space. The women's words have been the exception, of course!
Annamaria - Monday