In lieu of a real blog, today you get my to-date highly random scattered thoughts live (almost) from Left Coast Crime. It’s only the second official day of the conference, but what else am I supposed to write about with all this joyful madness going on around me?
I have blogged about this before, but the first rule of conferences for me is that the first person I will run into at a con is Donna Andrews.
So I get to my gate in D.C. and who do I find in line waiting to board?
What this means in the grand scheme of things, I have no clue. But it’s nice to have that kind of certainty. And since the Sea Tac airport makes it practically impossible to find a taxi anywhere, it was nice to have a friend to get lost with.
The con hotel, the Seattle Renaissance, is right downtown. I haven’t been to Seattle since my cousin was a surgical resident here, and yes, I did misbehave on a Grey’s Anatomy scale with some of his resident friends. So I think of this city – uh – fondly – but it’s clear I’m going to be too busy here to see most of it, and working too hard to get myself in too much trouble (Famous last words…)
So far I have:
– Been disgustingly good and worked out every morning so far – not so hard to do with such a fabulous view of the city from the 28th floor fitness center.
– Done my panel, “Crossing Over”, on crossing genres, to a standing-room-only house, and as usual learned much more from the audience than they could have learned from me.
– Had an amazingly fun dinner with all the attending Murderati – Pari, Elaine, Louise, Paul, Simon and Naomi, plus Barbara Franchi, Phil Hawley, and Naomi’s very cute husband Wes.
– Not seen even half the people I know are here at all, which leads me to suspect there is a whole other floor in this hotel that I have not discovered yet.
– Not done any sightseeing. At all. Although Pioneer Square is only a handful of blocks away, it is straight down a hill approximately the size of Mt. Shasta, and I have yet to venture forth (plus it’s @#$%^&* freezing out there).
– Discovered that there is a maximum capacity to my e mail box and I hit it some time yesterday.
– Heard gossip – I mean psychological insights – so stunning I have yet to wrap my mind around it all.
– Gotten more sleep than I usually get at home, which is frankly a miracle for a conference.
– Had as much fun talking to people I don’t know as the ones I do know.
– Am having a much more relaxed time than I have had at any of these things yet.
– Attended more panels than usual and am feeling much better about my book. You really do just have to sit there and let all these other authors give you precisely the information – and inspiration – you need.
– Of course there’s so, so much more, but the St. Martin’s party is – yike – now – and I will have to give a more full report next week.
Wish everyone were here.