Rhys on a Wednesday, running around like a crazy person.
I'm off before crack of dawn tomorrow to Madison WI where Bouchercon, the World Mystery Convention, is being held this year. This is THE big get-together bash for our genre, uniting fans, writers, booksellers, critics for three days of discussions, talks, parties and yes, a certain amount of drinking at the bar.
I remember my first Bouchercon in Philadelphia. It was daunting. Nearly two thousand people and I didn't know any of them. Well, I recognized some famous faces, but I had nobody to hang out with, nobody to make me feel that I was somehow part of this glorious ensemble. Now I know everybody and the hard part is trying to juggle the invitations so that I can attend three parties at the same time. My schedule would make the Queen or George W feel faint. Somewhere in the middle of the day I believe there is a bathroom break.
I'll be on a panel with M.C. Beaton which is fun as we write such parallel books, hers about Scotland and mine about Wales. I'll also be on a panel with the Merry Band of Murderers--a musical anthology in which writers who were once professional musicians were asked to write a story and a song to go with it. The songs are on the CD at the end of the book. I used to sing in London folk clubs, so my story and song are from that era. It's all great fun and we'll be performing at the opening ceremonies, at our own launch party and a couple of other times too.
The cast list sounds like a mystery who's who: Jeffrey Deaver, John LeScroat, Rupert Holmes,Peter Robinson, Val McDermid, Jim Fusili,Bill Moody,Tom Cocoran, Nathan Walpow, Claudia Bishop, fellow blogger Mary Anna Evans and moi. These last three will be the back-up chicks for Nathan Walpow's song Big Dog and have styled ourselves the Poodlettes. We even have the name in rhinestones on our black T shirts and will be wearing black boas. Is that cool, or what.
I forgot to mention--most of all Bouchercon is a time to let our hair down and play. Writing is a solitary business most of the year. When we get together, we have fun.