Day 2 – RWA Adventure

I’m sitting outside Starbucks in the Annaheim Marriott’s lobby. It’s almost midnight.

Women dressed up for the Beau Monde ball are wandering by in romantic costumes (think Regency England).

Writers, publishers and editors are passing by from late night discussions in the bar. The place is a hot bed for ideas. Serious discussions punctuated by laughter fill rooms and bubble into the hallways.

Everyone believes their next story…will be their best.

…and I’m happier than a pig in doo doo.

Getting Here

That wasn’t fun. The line ups in the Vancouver airport took us a couple of hours, and I didn’t even check a bag. The flight was good. When we landed at LAX three policemen boarded, put a handsome man in handcuffs and took him off the plane. Story ideas swirled in my mind. I blame Mimi. Things always happen around Mi.Then we had an hour and a half ride to the hotel on LA expressways. Truly an adventure.

The Saga of the Black Ribbon

My black ribbon marking me as a Daphne finalist did not make it in the mail in time. I was hanging on to the hope that I could get one here at the conference. Today, I learned that they didn’t arrive here either. So… I borrowed a black marker and wrote “Daphne Finalist” under my name on my name tag. No one’s read it yet, but when I mention it–and you’d be amazed at how many ways I can weave it into conversations with strangers– it makes their eyes narrow and figit. I take it as a good sign, but it could be the water.


Went to a session for newbies, and a book signing event for literacy. The crowds are large, but warm and fuzzy like a cozy slipper.

And on that note…I think I’ll head for bed.

Author: Jo-Ann Carson

About Jo-Ann Carson Where magic happens … Reports of Jo-Ann Carson’s death on a Gulf Island are greatly exaggerated or, at the very least, premature. The eclectic crew of ghosts that haunt her head spill onto the page in two series: The Gambling Ghosts and The Ghost & Abby Mysteries. A Viking with existential issues, a broken hearted Highlander, a Casanova man-witch and a Pirate with a secret are just a few of the males her strong heroines encounter in tales of fantasy, adventure and romance. A firm believer in the magic of our everyday lives, Jo-Ann loves watching sunrises, walking beaches near her home in the Pacific Northwest and reading by the fire. You can visit her on social media: Website * Blog * Twitter * Facebook

12 thoughts on “Day 2 – RWA Adventure”

    1. Hi Steph
      omg I had no idea there were riots happening. I did notice it rained overnight.
      I’m more than a little preoccupied. lol
      Thanks for stopping by and commenting.


  1. Like hearing your updates. Sorry about the ribbon–that’s a real bummer. Fingers crossed for you to win. Then the ribbon is immaterial.. 🙂 Do you know about the riots in Anaheim? I just caught a bit on the national news last night. Don’t go out by yourself. (Long time “Mom” speaking here.) LOL Enjoy.


    1. Marsha
      Just learned about the riots on my blog. om goodness. I’ll be careful and I’ll text our group right now. Thanks for the heads up.
      It puts my ribbon issue into context doesn’t it:)
      Thanks for stopping by.


  2. Hi Jo-Ann – love getting these play by play updates for sure! Hope you are having a great time, stay indoors, and love your ingenuity with the black marker….Lisa McManus Lange (from back ‘home’)


  3. Yes, the lineups at Vancouver were a pain in the you know where. The automatic kiosks had problems. (Naaa…’twas not us!) So much for a leisurely airport breakfast. Fast track to Timmy’s and board the plane. It took less time to get to LAX than it did to get on the airbus.

    Handsome handcuffed stranger wrongly accused of a feloneous crime escorted from the plane between two tough street savvy cops. Soon a straight talking, edgy female attorney lands his case and his heart.

    Two editors from Grand Central Publishing end up on the shuttle bus with us, but both remain mum about any juicy gossip or tips. Mimi’s suitcase is on the bottom of the baggage slush pile, disabling her ability to retrieve the manuscript she secretly tucked in her bag. Now, there’s a real crime!

    Sitting in the lobby. The woman across from me is on her phone chatting with her husband. “What riots? What earthquake?” She looks at me and asks, “You hear anything about riots in Anaheim? An earthquake?” “No.” I reply. “Just got here.”

    A bunch of us gather in the bar/restaurant, have some drinks and eats, then head over to the convention centre at the Hilton across from us for the “Readers for Life” Literacy Autographing event. There, we go our separate ways. I’m not embarassed to say, I gushed over certain authors…Lisa Jackson, Brenda Novak, Allison Brennan, Angela Knight and Rebecca York. So excited, I forgot to get pictures. The money I almost spent on books, but knowing I had to cart any home, I only bought four. So many authors, whose books I’ve read over the years, sitting at tables amongst new writers hoping you pick up their books. If I had my car, I would have spent more money, believe me.

    I crashed and burned in the evening much sooner than JoAnn and Mimi. They did come to the room once and Mimi put on her jammies, then JoAnn, who was still wired for sound, pipes up,”I’m going back down.” Mimi starts stripping off her pjs stating, “Wait! I’m coming with you.” I didn’t hear them come back to the room the second time.


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