Sure, it was early, so I know what you’re thinking. And you’re probably right. On one hand, a quarter of ten was too early for a drink. But on the other hand I was ready.
Then I was directed to a table where I found a stack of my own books, right in front of the door. Something I'd dreamed of seeing my whole life. I spent the next few minutes signing copies while my agent took pictures. It was a perfect moment. We had more drinks.
After we left The Mysterious Bookshop, we made our way to the bar. To the after party at Shade, Big Daddy’s second home. There, I continued to drink with LitReactor's own Rob Hart, author of The Last Safe Place; my agent, and Joan Jett’s guitar player. Not to mention, my big brother Glenn Gray – BTW, Dr. Gray will have an astonishing new short story collection being published later this year. That’s right. A twisted, bizarre collection of stories, each with its own unique medical angle.
Rob Hart, Josh Bazell, & Glenn Gray
And then people started showing up. Like, Josh Bazell, who told me he was coming, but still. That was huge. Because I love that guy. He wrote Beat the Reaper for fucks sake. Plus, he blurbed my book. So it was great to finally meet him. To see him nod at me from across the bar. And he was ever-oh-so-cool. Charming, funny. Everything I expected.