Last night after an early dinner out, I hit the River Bend Bookshop in Glastonbury, Connecticut where debut author Jennifer Blecher was speaking about the publication of her first book, Out of Place.
She gave a very smooth, comfortable talk on finding agents and dealing with editors on the "island of Manhattan," the home of the publishing world. She did very well, particularly considering the book was only released four days earlier.
So I met and talked with Jennifer, ran into writers' group friend Nancy Tandon and introduced her to my husband, chatted with the River Bend people about Dog Man--they are fans--all after having enjoyed a nice chicken margengo and glass of pinot grigio. This is what we call a night out at my house.