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After the Great Throng of Nora, I met Patricia Gaffney. I expect Candy will bruise me when I tell her.

Nora is hilarious in person, and is marvelously dry when she speaks about herself and her career. I don’t think there’s a question asked that hasn’t been asked before, but people are either riveted or standing in a hellicious line for lunch. I am telling you - people either stand in line for coffee (or food) or Nora Roberts.

Nora is giving her Q and A - it is tempting to go heckle her. Or at least go ask sixteen times what her favorite time period to write in is, and whether Eve is going to have a baby soon.

You know how some days you don’t brush and style the back of your hair? Poor Suzanne Brockman - there’s a camera crew filming the back of her head - if iit were me, I’d be thinking that I am totally screwed and no question the back of my hair looks like crap.

Lucky Suzanne’s hair looks perfect. Is that an author thing? Fabulous powers set to maximum? I gotta get me some of those powers.

Off to find my hairbrush.

At the Ballantine NAL book signing, people are just walking around with empty big ass boxes to fill up with books. It’s like the wholesale club on a Saturday - the empty boxes are more valuable and sought after than the stuff you’re actually shopping for.