Showing posts with label Conferences. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Conferences. Show all posts

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Super, Super Sleuthfest! Thank You

Throngs of mystery/crime writers swear by their favorite conferences—Bouchercon, Thrillerfest, Love Is Murder, Left Coast, Writers' Police Academy, New England Crime Bake, Cape Fear Crime Festival, Malice Domestic, Public Safety Writers, Crime Fest UK, to name a few. If you have the time, the wallet and a suitcase—you can now go to a writers' convention/conference just about every week in the year!

A longtime Manhattan colleague, Barbara Bent—member of MWA, RWA, Authors' Guild—shares my favorite conference—that showcases many of the Best and the Brightest Mystery Writers—SLEUTHFEST of the Florida Chapter of Mystery Writers of America.

I invited her to give
Crime Writers' Chronicle some of her thoughts on Sleuthfest 2014, that featured some of America's favorite writers—Hank Phillippi Ryan, Reed Farrel Coleman, Laura Lippman, P. J. Parrish, Chris Grabenstein, Ace Atkins…

Take it away, Barbara—you're on center stage!!!

Thelma Jacqueline Straw



Hank Phillipi Ryan and Me

Sleuthfest, the annual gathering of writers, agents, publishers and others connected with mystery writing and sponsored by the Florida Chapter of MWA is my favorite conference.

For starters it takes place in Florida in late February. Having suffered through nonstop snowstorms in New York this winter, escaping to Florida would be enough to get me there even if there were no program.

The conference is big enough to attract top name speakers—Hank Philippi Ryan, Laura Lippman and Ace Atkins. But, the size is small enough, and the atmosphere casual enough, that all these authors and other luminaries walked among us.

We could stop and talk with them between sessions, buy their books and chitchat over drinks or lunch. In fact, this year, the wonderful conference planners, Sharon Potts and Linda Hengerer, arranged for an editor or agent to sit at every luncheon table.

For people like me, who don’t sit at the VIP table or the table where all the agents and editors usually sat together, this was a great way to have access to people who could help our careers. In the foot in mouth area, I wondered why the woman sitting next to me at lunch was so interested in what I was currently writing. I gave her short shrift until I found out she was Rachel Ekstrom, a charming and enthusiastic agent from The Irene Goodman agency. Then, of course, I tried to be her new best friend!

And despite the advice from my mentor in New York, a wise and wonderful woman who knows the ins and outs of the business, and told me to hand out cards, be friendly, smile and don’t make wise cracks, I managed to insult the designer of the beautiful themed baskets that were being raffled off. Having not won anything in several years, I teased the multi-talented Vicki Landis, (artist, graphic designer and author) that the people who bought their raffle tickets last always won. She assured me that the tickets are mixed thoroughly before the drawing. Embarrassingly enough I won a basket and slunk over to apologize to her. Good thing. She’s a Co-Chair for the conference next year.

But it wasn’t all fun and faux pas. The panel discussions and sessions yielded a lot of helpful hints, both scripted and ad libbed. Chris Grabenstein instructed us “never throw anything away” because he turned some of his saved words into new books! (My collection of saved manuscripts only turns my apartment into a candidate for an episode of “Hoarders: Buried Alive.”)

During the Q&A some interesting tidbits emerged. When asked, several writers mentioned, when stuck in their book, they took a shower. While no one admitted to Writing in the shower, many of them worked out Whole Chapters or Scenes before drying off and getting back to work! (I never thought to ask if you could take your water bill as a writing expense, but I may ask next year.)

Mostly, I was struck by the generosity and honest self-revelation of the guest stars and panelists. All were willing to pose for pictures. Panelists distributed handouts and were willing to answer questions long after their sessions. Even more impressive was the fact presenters would open a vein when speaking. If one of the speakers had lost a publisher or had trouble with a critique group (yes multi-published authors belong to critique groups!) they shared their stories honestly and without reservation.

Roaming the halls, I could always pass by the official table and ask the knowledgeable administrative director Margery Flax any questions about MWA.

I also exchanged pleasantries with Oline Cogdill, well-known reviewer of mystery fiction!

Because I’ve come to this conference for over seven years, I feel as if I know these famous people.

This year, determined to get all I could out of this special conference, I listened carefully at Every Single Session.

So! What did I get out of Sleuthfest!

No matter if you’re Prepublished, Multi-published, a Bestselling Author, writing and selling books is hard work! As someone said, if it were easy, everyone would do it.

I vowed to step up my game.

After all the inspiration and wonderful advice from Hank, Reed, Kristy, Chris, Sharon, Michael, Twist, Laura, Ace and Oline, I came back to New York and finished the book I’ve been working on for one thousand years!!!

Thank you, Sleuthfest geniuses!

I FINALLY GOT YOUR MESSAGE!

Barbara Bent

Monday, September 23, 2013

My First Bouchercon

Connie Dial and Bob on Saturday
I attended my first Bouchercon because it was held this weekend in Albany, my adopted hometown. I’ve reached that time of Life when I’m not traveling to another city for any convention (except NYC, my real hometown, of course). Actually, Bouchercon opened on a Thursday and concluded yesterday, Sunday. Truth is, I went because so many writers from around the country and Europe would be talking, on 25 panels a day from 9:00 a.m. to 4:05 p.m., then interviews of Famous Mystery Authors and the Awards Ceremonies at night. The Anthony (from Bouchercon) and Macavity (from the Mystery Readers International/Mystery Readers Journal) for Best Novel went to my friend, Louise Penny, for ‘The Beautiful Mystery.’ I wasn’t there because by late Saturday afternoon, I was nodding in the easy chair in my den, wiped out.

I live just three blocks from the Empire Plaza and the Egg (the Hart Theatre) and the euphemistically named Convention Center underneath it—beneath the four-square blocks of stone pavement known grandly as the ‘Empire Plaza’ (In the finest tradition of the Egyptian Pyramids, a memorial to its builder, the dead New York Governor Nelson Rockefeller, who wiped out an untold number of neighborhoods, homes and mom-and-pop stores to leave us it.) If I sound cranky, it’s from humping up and back on my cane between the Great Book Room and the seven Lecture Rooms on the rolling institutional expanse of the Convention Center floor, looking like nothing so much as a Giant Underground Parking Garage. If you made the mistake of coming in from the Madison Avenue entrance as I did, you had a half-mile trek ahead of you. And the only watering holes along the route were McDonald’s-class. You couldn’t get a decent meal in The Hole and you had to be a long-distance race walker to find help above ground on the streets of Albany. If they’d asked me, I’d have told them: Albany’s a pretty piece of architectural history, and just as dead. Unless you’re driving.

Okay, I got that off my chest. Yes, I had a good time with my companions in the mystery field as my fellow-blogger Thelma Straw predicted. I had the most fun putting faces to the names I’ve long known; some good talks with PI writers; and a really fine nuts-and-bolts panel of women—Laura Lippman, Megan Abbott, Jennifer McMahon and Moderator Clair Lamb—discussing the likes of unreliable narrators and shifting points-of-view in their novels.

And, of course, my own panel, Law Enforcement & Fiction. We were three ex-cop novelists with 77 years of policing among us: Moderator Colin Campbell, 30 years on the streets of Leeds, in West Yorkshire, England; Captain Connie Dial, 27 years in the LAPD; myself, with 20 years in the NYPD. That Saturday was my best day. It ended with lunch at Albany Pump Station (reached by car) with old friends, P.M. Carlson and Annamaria Alfieri (a/k/a Patricia King), whom I met in the writers group we formed 27 years ago in Manhattan and worked away happily in for years.

On second thought, forget all my bellyaching. (Old people are allowed to be grouchy, right?) I have this Bouchercon to thank for a good couple of days among friends.

© 2013 Robert Knightly

Friday, April 27, 2012

Going to Malice

I'm off to Malice Domestic this morning. If I figure out how to co-ordinate my various technological devices sometime over the weekend I'll let you know how it's going. Otherwise I'll put up some pictures next Friday and let you know how it went. Many lovely people will be there. Maybe I'll get to say hello to them and even take their pictures.

Sunday morning I'm on a panel, something about the writers sharing their secrets, wherein we have all promised to spill our guts. We'll see how that goes. Stay tuned.

Kate Gallison

Monday, March 26, 2012

NoirCon 2012

It’s a chilly, rainy day here in Philadelphia, a fitting day to contemplate the Noir genre. Noir is not everyone’s cup of tea. But then, cups of tea are for the cozy readers. Noir is for the straight Scotch at one gulp readers. I have tried to write Noir novels, to no avail. The last time I tried, a reviewer wrote, “Hathaway’s latest novel can be safely read by your teenage niece or the country vicar.” Since then, I’ve given up on writing Noir, but that doesn’t prevent me from reading it and enjoying it, or — from attending Noir conventions, such as NoirCon 2012 in Philadelphia, November 8th to 11th.

Deen Kogan and Lou Boxer are a great team that always put on a wonderful show. I’ve been to two of their productions, and there was never a dull moment. This year, Lawrence Block is the winner of the “David Goodis Award.” Goodis is one of our best Noir writers, from the 1940s and 50s. Library of America has just published a collection of his works.

At the last NoirCon, many of us tried to define, “Noir.” We said things like, “Well, er, it’s about losers with, er, no futures, stumbling into criminal activities, uh, making poor life choices, er, leading to self-destruction, uh….” Others claimed it was the setting that distinguishes noir novels. They are more atmospheric than other crime novels, set in gloomy night clubs featuring used-up torch singers surrounded by swirling smoke, or abandoned warehouses, or third-rate motels. After many attempts, we settled for the French translation of Noir, which is simply — black.

Ironically, despite all the gloom and doom, I’ve never been to a conference where there was more laughter than NoirCon. So, if you’re looking for a really good time, in a dark and depressing atmosphere, sign up for NoirCon 2012.

I’ll be there — laughing.

Robin Hathaway