These beautiful lilies were blazing in the side yard of the historic Jones House in downtown Boone, NC yesterday where I was part of a mystery panel.
I caught a picture of the always charming Kaye Barley who was our moderator but got so involved with talking to other panel members and then the nice folks who showed up to hear us that I'm kinda embarrassed that this is all I've got. . .
We sat on the front porch and watched the busy main street -- Boone is a college town and a tourist destination and there seemed to be about twenty different events going on this weekend. Our panel (and audience) talked about mystery novels -- must there always be a murder? where is the line between genre and literary novels? And we talked about writing in general -- where do ideas come from? to outline or not? and what about those characters that seem to have a mind of their own. . .
It was a pleasant hour or so of booktalk -- as can break out whenever a group of booklovers are gathered together . . .
And on the way home, I caught a glimpse of Grandfather Mountain -- dreaming in the mist . . .
