Well, another Bouchercon has come and gone. And if you ask me it was a resounding success. Jim Huang and all the B'con organizers did a terrific job. The city, setting and hotels were fantastic.
I'm sure I'm not telling you anything new, but Bouchercon is not a writers conference. You don't go as a writer to learn how to write. It's a convention designed to bring fans and authors together. So why the hell did I go? I don't have a new book to promote. I wasn't on a panel. I had to place books on consignment with Mystery Mike's bookstore to have some available just in case.
So again, why did I go? I did consider bailing at the last minute. I mean I had to use the last day of vacation I have in my day job until next March. My middle daughter was coming home from college to pre-celebrate her 21st birthday. And I could come up with a dozen other reasons I shouldn't have gone. But then I remembered how much friggin' fun I had last year. I remembered how energized I was when I came back. I remembered just how great the community of Mystery Writers is.
I wasn't disappointed. I had a great time. I'me ready to pull that Work In Progress up on my screen and finish it. I'm ready to make it as good as I'm capable of making it.
Speaking of how giving the Mystery Community is, I was participating in the Continuous Conversation and that very subject came up. One author (to remain nameless) said "Mystery authors are generally not assholes. There are exceptions, but for the most part, we're pretty nice."
It didn't take long to reconnect with a number of authors that I consider friends. And some of them hit it big this year. For example:
Brett Battles won the Barry Award for best thriller (I think, I guess I shouldn't have had that last IPA Wheat Beer... or the first or second or...) Julie Hyzy won an Anthony and Lori G. Armstrong who couldn't be there, won the Shamus for her book Snow Blind.
Where it's at: The Bar and a great Wheat Beer. I had several meaningful and meaningless conversations here.
My friend, John Lutz and the Edgar Allan Poe Panel with Michael Connelly, Sue Grafton, Peter Lovesy, and Sara Paretsky
It was a Mega Panel
A Little about Tasha and Andrew. I don't think I've met two nicer people. They are both extremely talented and giving. And Andrew, if you read this, I will not sell the book you signed for me on Ebay. I'm really looking forward to reading EVEN. And, by the way, they look fabulous together.
The signing lines.
Now about the party. Lee Child had a fantastic party at The Slippery Noodle. The Slippery Noodle is a Pre-Prohibition Blues Bar where Lee hosted his Jack Reacher Party. I was invited by Andrew Grant, Lee's brother. You can't tell so much from the pictures, but it was wildly popular. It was a great way to end the weekend.
My beautiful wife Linda and I at the Jack Reacher Party.
The crowd including Kelli Stanley and Alexandra Sokoloff
My wife Linda (I'm a lucky guy)
I'd be remiss if I failed to mention my friend, Austin Camacho. A talented author in his own right, I met Austin last year at Magna Cum Murder in Muncie, Indiana. Thanks Austin.