Being Stephen King… For just one night

This spring I got to give the Best Short Story Edgar to… Stephen King! But he wasn’t able to be come to the Edgar Banquet. And apparently his editor is a bit shy. So I got to give the award and then accept it on his behalf as well.

Happily this video does NOT show me holding the Edgar statuette all by myself for the pictures (since I was both Meredith Cole and Stephen King that night…). I know. I was confused, too. And really just relieved to have made it up and down the stairs without falling or dropping the Edgar award.

The next week, I hung up the velvet dress in my closet and put away the shoes, and returned to the much less glamorous side of a writer’s life: putting my butt in the chair and writing.

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