Burned out as I am (and I am) I am going to take a deep breath and try to give a report on the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. I think it’s important for people in the mystery, thriller and, yes, even horror genres, to hear this because Romantic Times is a convention that may not be on the radar for other genre writers – but it should be.
I never read romances as a kid, or any time after – just had no interest, although looking back I can see there was some romance crossover in the Gothic thrillers I gobbled up in my endless quest for the supernatural. And it’s that crossoverness that makes Romantic Times a more obvious bet for me than, say, a noir writer, because paranormal is so huge right now – in romances AND mysteries, and though a lot of paranormal seems to be about warm and fuzzy werewolves and endless variations on quirky vampires, there’s also a significant segment of the paranormal readership that likes a good straight-up ghost story.
I heard from almost the very beginning of my promotional efforts that I should go to RT because I write sexy and I write paranormal and romance readers simply Buy Books. In fact, they Buy Books voraciously, which I discovered when I went to my first romance-centric workshop in the fall, Heather Graham’s Writers for New Orleans.
I’d also heard what you’ve probably heard about Romantic Times, if you’ve heard anything at all – that it’s full of women dressed as vampires and fairies and half-naked male cover models slinking around. Well, I’m from Hollywood, so this is a normal party for me, and secretly (or not so secretly) I miss that kind of hedonism at the more sedate conferences, so I was all for THAT part of it.
I mean, here was my packing list for RT:
red velvet opera coat
saloon girl parachute skirt
black net crinoline
red velvet corset
black fishnet cape
black lace bodice
1 pair Victorian boots
1 pair red fishnet stockings
1 pair black fishnet stockings
harem girl outfit
1 dozen arm bracelets and cuffs
Glinda the Good ballgown
1 pair vampire fangs
sparkly Western hat
red lace mantilla
micro leather mini
thigh high vinyl boots
red leather vest
You have to admit – it’s a hell of a lot more fun than “business casual”.
I was ready to party, and I was REALLY ready to perform. One of the features of RT is Heather Graham’s Dinner Theater, an original musical review written by Heather and her longtime, comically brilliant collaborators, writer/director/performer Lance Taubold and writer/manager/performer Rich Devin, always featuring several of Heather’s charming and multitalented offspring. This year the show was “Vampires of the Wild Wild West”, and this year all three Killerettes were in the cast – Heather, Harley Jane Kozak, and me. There simply is no more fun to be had with clothes on. (Slideshow here).
But the thing that stunned me from the very first moment of the convention was how incredibly, professionally and logically organized it is. RT had really worked to recruit and organize a thriller track and a mystery track (track = a series of panels and events in that genre), alongside their bookseller track, huge paranormal track, writing tracks, and breakout (how to get an agent/publish) tracks. ITW (International Thriller Writers) had been working well in advance with RT planners to organize an outside book signing at the truly lovely Murder By The Book bookstore and a bookseller event (the fourteen thriller writers chipped in to host a breakfast for all 75 booksellers in attendance at RT, where we did a meet and greet and gave out promotional material and books. 75 booksellers at once – think about it…). The mystery track similarly organized a group signing and events.
The conference also features some unique ways of handling reader/author interaction. Apart from outside bookseller events, there is only one mass signing – that takes place in a HUGE convention room on Saturday, after all the authors have already done their panels. The authors are lined up alphabetically at long rows of tables, and the readers just walk up and down the aisles. There are drawings for dozens of author-donated gift baskets going on throughout the whole three hour signing, and video screens project book trailers through the whole event as well (THAT was fascinating). I sold dozens of books, and I’m still in hardcover and not nominally a romance writer.
Another cool feature of RT is “Club RT”. Throughout the convention, in the dealers’ room there are a couple dozen little café tables set up and authors are scheduled for one/two hour slots where they just sit at these tables and anyone who wants to can come up and chat, get books signed, etc. If I were an aspiring author I would have spent half my time at this conference just going around to chat with different authors in my genre. A truly unique and intimate opportunity for authors, aspiring authors, and fans.
I also have to say, when women organize these things everything is just – prettier. The attention to detail was staggering. Promo Alley, where authors put out their postcards and bookmarks and giveaways, was a long aisle of covered tables on both sides, and instead of having people just throw their swag on the tables, all the giveaways had to be in displays or decorated baskets. Yes, that took an extra hour of prep time, but oh man, was it worth it. You could actually SEE the promo stuff, and you got a feel for each author from the decorations of the boxes and baskets. Brilliant idea.
Ditto with the parties. RT has professional costumers/decorators who dress the ballrooms for the theme parties – this year, Moulin Rouge, Midnight at the Oasis, Vampires of the Wild Wild West, Immortals of Rock and Roll, and of course, the Faery Ball. There was lighting. There were trees. There were enormous Moroccan pillows. There were stage backdrops. There were mirror balls and candles. There were screaming mechanical skulls. And the level of personal costuming rivaled the Renaissance Faire events and special effects masters’ parties I’ve been to in LA (I never even dreamed there were so many variations on fairies. Seriously…)
And these women DANCE. All night. I’m sorry, but you can only talk so much. You get out on the dance floor with a bunch of readers screaming “It’s Raining Men” and you have made friends for life.
And okay, I admit it – all professionalism aside – after years of having to put up with only female strippers at Hollywood events, I like the turnabout of having half-naked beefcake at a convention. Sue me.
H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S! Me thinks that I need to go next year to peddle my middle grade book (it has some romance in it). Susan McBride has told me that RT has a YA track, yes?
Yes, Naomi, RT has a YA track. It’s really shot to the top of my Must Do convention list. You’d do great, there, and I’m sure you have a vampire costume lurking somewhere in that closet of yours… 😉
A number of people have told me I need to consider RT (yes, even me), but I can’t shake the feeling I’d have to get a whole new wardrobe just to show up.
No, Dusty, all you’d have to do is show up as a man. That’s exotic enough!
Okay, you’ve just convinced me to rule out ever going to RT. I took one look at your packing list and realized that I don’t own even one item on it.
Egad,Alex! I’m with Louise – but how many suitcases did you have to take! 🙂
Needless to say – a good time was had by all. The slideshow was terrific – thanks for the peek.
Yes, but Louise, you have blue alligator boots. That tops a red corset any day of the week.
Elaine, you would actually love it. Think of it – half naked men everywhere…
The suitcase thing was a problem.I thank God for lenient skycaps. Next year I’m sending boxes ahead.
The whole thing sounds like a lot of fun! I’d have to hit the local vintage shop before going, though… 🙂
Thank goodness my internet came back up in time to see this post. Alex, you’d make any convention a blast. You and the rest of the Killerettes looked great. And I envy that packing list. You make me feel like a staid suburban housewife. : )
Oh, wait. I am a staid suburban housewife…
Yeah, right, JT. We’ll just start calling you SSH for short – as in shh, the staid suburban housewife has a secret glamorous life as a bestselling author…
Billie, you’re going to have to point me in the direction of the local vintage shop.
Snakeskin, my dear. Arizona girls have blue snakeskin boots.
Thanks for the great post, Alex, sounds like you had a blast. I’m liking the idea of a Glinda the Good gown, accessorized with some nice vampire fangs, and perhaps a riding crop 😉 Maybe if I go to the Edgars next year……..
Well, this staid, frumpy housewife NEVER owned anything on Alex’s list.
It sounds like such a blast though. I’m wondering, Alex, wondering if I should try to go next year . . .