Hello Readers!
I’ve been a bit of a recluse. In fact, I’ve been working so intently on the sequel to The Edge of Normal that I’ve barely seen my family. So I can become a bit giddy once I finally get cleaned up and re-emerge into society. Last week, for example, I attended one of my all-time favorite events, a writers’ conference called SleuthFest. I’ve written about that event in a piece titled, “Full-Time Author, Part-Time Groupie,” which is posted on the AlgonquinRedux.com website. You’ll find a taste of the article and a link to the site below.
I started posting monthly articles for AlgonquinRedux.com a short while ago. Other posts include: “Esoterica: Plain & Simple,” about the Algonquin Roundtable tradition; “Flip This Book!” about the revision process; and “A Tiny Pocket Guide for Writers,” which references some of my favorite books about the craft of writing.
AlgonquinRedux.com features posts by an amazing group of authors. It’s eclectic. And if you’re interested, I hope you’ll visit the website.
Full-Time Author, Part-Time Groupie
It started with Stephen King. He was seated at a table on the other side of a vast banquet hall. I knew he was there, though I couldn’t see him as I consumed several glasses of wine, working up my courage. At last desserts were served, the Edgar Awards concluded, and the lights went up. I made a beeline for his table. And—dang!—I couldn’t believe how handsome he looked in his tux.
What was said isn’t important (I surely gushed about his excellent novel, Misery). The point is that I spoke with a literary legend—Stephen King!—who was thoroughly gracious. And a groupie was born.
I’m not usually like this. I chance across movie stars from time to time, and never rush up to them and fawn. I let them eat in peace. But writers are different. Perhaps I claim allegiance because we share the same profession.
Case in point, here I am with Lee Child at Thrillerfest. He looks photogenic and cool, doesn’t he? He’s probably used to being ambushed.
In my defense, I always ask permission before grabbing a photo. And writers who achieve a certain status, who are thrust into the limelight, must expect to be pestered by fans. Perhaps many even enjoy it, having spent so many hours writing in solitude.
But I confess that lately my compulsions have gotten worse. It’s true. Once I’ve made plans to attend a conference, I start plotting for more than just an author’s autograph.
http://algonquinredux.com/full-time-a...
I started posting monthly articles for AlgonquinRedux.com a short while ago. Other posts include: “Esoterica: Plain & Simple,” about the Algonquin Roundtable tradition; “Flip This Book!” about the revision process; and “A Tiny Pocket Guide for Writers,” which references some of my favorite books about the craft of writing.
AlgonquinRedux.com features posts by an amazing group of authors. It’s eclectic. And if you’re interested, I hope you’ll visit the website.
Full-Time Author, Part-Time Groupie
It started with Stephen King. He was seated at a table on the other side of a vast banquet hall. I knew he was there, though I couldn’t see him as I consumed several glasses of wine, working up my courage. At last desserts were served, the Edgar Awards concluded, and the lights went up. I made a beeline for his table. And—dang!—I couldn’t believe how handsome he looked in his tux.
What was said isn’t important (I surely gushed about his excellent novel, Misery). The point is that I spoke with a literary legend—Stephen King!—who was thoroughly gracious. And a groupie was born.
I’m not usually like this. I chance across movie stars from time to time, and never rush up to them and fawn. I let them eat in peace. But writers are different. Perhaps I claim allegiance because we share the same profession.
Case in point, here I am with Lee Child at Thrillerfest. He looks photogenic and cool, doesn’t he? He’s probably used to being ambushed.
In my defense, I always ask permission before grabbing a photo. And writers who achieve a certain status, who are thrust into the limelight, must expect to be pestered by fans. Perhaps many even enjoy it, having spent so many hours writing in solitude.
But I confess that lately my compulsions have gotten worse. It’s true. Once I’ve made plans to attend a conference, I start plotting for more than just an author’s autograph.
http://algonquinredux.com/full-time-a...
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