Funny you should ask. Whatever it is that we do has left me totally exhausted. Thanks to some weather-related flight delays, I arrived back in Houston in the wee hours of the morning today. I had just spent 4 days at the beautiful Marriott Marque in Atlanta attending the Romance Writers of America National Conference. Imagine the noise level in the hotel with approximately two thousand women roaming the halls. My ears are still ringing though I must admit that some of that was due to the dance music at the Harlequin Party on Friday night.
If you’re curious about what that many writers do when we get together, keep reading and I’ll share some of the highlights of my conference with you.
On the night I arrived, there was a giant booksigning with the books donated by authors and publishers and the profits going to the literacy campaign. There were hundreds of authors, several from our group here at Petticoats and Pistols in attendance. Eager readers began lining up long before the doors opened at 5:30 on Wednesday night. I couldn’t tell who was having more fun, the readers or the authors who always love a chance to meet with their fans. There were other booksignings throughout the week sponsored by the publishers. In these the authors get to give away their books to conference attendees who stop by and chat. That is always fun.
And then there are the workshops on every topic you can imagine related to writing. My favorite are the research workshops where we get the opportunity to hear from the experts, the men and women who help us stay on our toes with our research.
It’s also a chance to get together with writer friends from all across the country. It’s amazing how close you can become to people who share your love for writing even though you only see them once a year. And it’s a chance to meet with editors and agents. I’m one of the fortunate people who have been with the same editor for over 55 books. Visiting with her is one of my favorite parts of the conference.
And then there are the publishers’ parties. Since I write for Harlequin Intrigue, I always attend the Harlequin Party on Friday night. This year we had the most fabulous array of chocolates I have ever seen. They looked far too good to eat, but eat them we did. I gobbled down quite a few myself. And then we danced. And danced. And danced. Who needs a dancing partner when you have a ballroom full of women?
There’s much more, but I’ll leave that for another day. Now it’s time to go back to writing. The next deadline is fast approaching! And, after all, I am a writer.