I've just returned from Bouchercon New Orleans, and it was every bit as crazy as you might imagine. Good food, good drink, good programming, and good company—all in such excess that I'm utterly exhausted now.
I won't dare try to summarize my convention here, for fear I'll inadvertently omit someone or something and wind up feeling like an idiot. There is one thing I ought to mention, though: THE KILLING KIND won the Anthony Award for Best Novel.
To say I'm honored is an understatement. My fellow nominees—Catriona, Hank, Louise, and Matt—are such talented writers, I'm grateful to be counted in their company. Thanks to everyone who voted for me, and congratulations to everyone who took home an award last week (Anthony, Barry, Derringer, Macavity, Shamus, or otherwise), with particular shout-outs to Megan Abbott, Lou Berney, Susanna Calkins, Joelle Charbonneau, Glen Erik Hamilton, Jon Jordan, Ruth Jordan, David Morrell, Taylor Stevens, and Art Taylor.