I’m home! Aren’t you thrilled to learn I made it home in one piece?

As if there was any doubt, right? It’s not like some hot gay stud would kidnap me and lock me up in his smut-writing dungeon.

So I don’t really have a ton to report. Roanoke’s Pride in the Park was fun, as usual. There was a little doubt as to whether this year’s event would be doable after I woke up this morning and discovered it was calling for rain all day - but we got lucky. Although the sky spilled a nasty, misty rain until about noon, it cleared up shortly thereafter and people came out to see and be seen.

JM Snyder, Vincent Diamond, and I had a great day. As usual, I dragged my husband along and made him do all the heavy lifting; I’m mean that way. But he got a nice ego-stroke from all the men who cruised him and I sold some books, so it was a nice trade.

Andy Eisenberg, Marguerite Labbe, and Beth Wylde had a table at the event as well, so I got to meet some more local-ish authors — all of whom were very sweet.

Below are a couple of pictures for you. The rest can be found on my yahoo group, as usual.

From left to right: Andy Eisenberg, Marguerite Labbe, and Beth Wylde. While we didn’t all share a table, it was lovely to have some extra author company at Pride this year.

From left to right: JM Snyder, Vincent Diamond, John (my hubby), and me. Check out the ‘fro I was sporting. Rain + curly hair = disaster.

A random shot of the crowd.