St. Louis has a much prettier downtown than I ever would have guessed. Great architecture.
However, all the women dress like 1980’s hookers at night (just agreeing with Greg Hurwitz, there).
All male authors would give it up (writing) in a heartbeat to be rock stars (Mark Billingham).
Always keep asking for the hotel you really want and you’ll get it (the suites were dreamy.)
The world may be crumbling but people are still reading my books and happy to see me.
Always be aware of readers hovering who are too shy to talk to you unless you make eye contact and smile or sometimes walk right over and pull up a chair.
Never, ever miss a panel that Val McDermid is on. You will always get the best writing advice and the best laughs of your life.
Ditto Harlan Coben.
There are good moderators, stellar moderators (Tom Schreck, Hank Philippi Ryan) and moderators who should never be let near a microphone, let alone called upon to moderate.
And: it is the panelists’ responsibility to take control of the panel if they are so unfortunate as to end up on a panel with a bad moderator. We owe that to the audience.
There are few thrills as great as being up on a panel and seeing people in the audience pull out their Kindles and order my books as I’m speaking.
There will always be one day that the hotel is so cold it will take the rest of the conference to thaw out. Not bringing a coat is suicidal.
If you wait long enough, misogynists do accrue a critical mass of fury and bad karma and get their comeuppance.
Always go to the one-on-one interviews.
Always go to the heavy-hitters panel.
It’s sad when Lee Child isn’t there.
If I were casting Ridley Pearson it would hands-down be Tom Hanks.
I’m not the only one who is outraged that anyone could hold Lisbeth Salander up as this feminist heroine when the first thing she does in the second book is get a boob job to feel better about herself (Thank you, Karin Slaughter).
Nothing makes me happier than seeing teenage girls so into reading.
There is no better place to meet British men.
You will always get EXACTLY the information/information/kick in the ass that you need (thanks, Harlan).
There is no better way to find new favorite authors. (Last year, RJ Ellory, the year before, Mo Hayder, this year I suspect it will be Colin Cotterill and Simon Toyne. Yes, I love those Brits.)
Steve Schwartz would rather go to Ireland for 3 weeks than to St. Louis for four days, even though ALL HIS FRIENDS WERE THERE.
I might move back to San Francisco just to hang out with Michelle Gagnon, Sophie Littlefield and Juliet Blackwell.
I need to go clothes shopping with Rae Helmsworth and Maddee James.
If you set an intention to meet someone, they will walk up to you in the bar and start a two-hour conversation.
If you don’t, you’ll meet someone just as great.
There are not enough hours in a day.
Even if you feel near death you can still achieve major enlightenment by half-sleeping in panels and letting your mind drift to your book.
Be that as it may, I will never make it to an 8 a.m. panel that I am not actually on.
Not just me, but everyone I know in this community pines for a recreation of the first Thrillerfest. That would be in Phoenix, people. PHOENIX.
Sex happens. (Okay, I knew that.)
It majorly sucks but is also strangely comforting to hear from Those Who Know that writing is just hard. Hard, hard, hard. And it never gets any easier. But at least we’re not suffering alone.
I would rather dance than eat.
However, if you want to eat well and laugh lots, follow JT Ellison.
We owe Judy Bobalik, Ruth Jordan, and Jon Jordan more drinks and massages than we can possibly pay out.
Mystery authors have the greatest life on the planet.
I love you guys.
Never, ever miss it.
Of course, my question today is – What did YOU learn at Bouchercon? Or give us a few gems from other cons. We can create our own McGuffey Reader, right here.