Catnapped and Doggone
The conference story or as I like to think of it -- the inarticulate late night ramblings of the socially inept creative crowd gathered together in a venue with stress-inducing public speaking and ready access to alcohol. I have to say blogging on Sunday may have an as-yet-unexplored advantage. I can tell conference stories about some of my fellow CMers with limited chance of repercussion. They could comment, of course, but they’ve already posted on this topic so it’s not like gag gifting someone on their birthday when yours is the next week.
Michael Wiley and I published our first books about the same time. We did our first panel together before we were even on the shelves. We were virgins together and then, well, we weren’t. Moving on…
I went to support Bill Cameron who was doing a panel with a group of graphic novelists. I don’t really read graphic novels but this panel had great chemistry and I ended up breaking into my piggy bank to test drive some new things afterwards. But during the panel, Bill started an anecdote with something like…”I was trapped in my jockey shorts in the bathroom of a no-tell motel with three rental trannies in the next room when the police pounded on the door. I leapt for the tiny window above the tub…” Naturally I yelled, “Again?” from the depths of the room. For some reason, everyone laughed. I didn’t get it. A comprehensive arrest record seems like trouble but what do I know?
I met Kelli Stanley about five minutes before I went to this non-panel panel conversation thing about noir. I went because she was interesting. She dressed cool and spoke in smart-ass. She Pied Pipered me straight to this thing I had no intention of going to that I didn’t even understand. It wasn’t a panel. It was a smart kid school lunch. History, politics, philosophy, law, medicine. Sixty minutes of brain food and style sexier than Mad Men. I order her stuff in advance.
Then there’s Sophie and drunken karaoke and a near miss with the local constabulary. There’s no one I’d rather have a near miss with. For that matter, if things go bad, you’ll know we’re great friends. Good friends will post bail. Great friends are sitting next to you in lock up.
I haven’t had a chance to meet all of my virtual blog family yet but I can’t wait. I only want to do panels with them. It will save me from repeating my most scarring conference experience. I was once on a Sex and Murder panel with a contingent of Puritans who made me look like a five dollar hooker holding a sale in a mining camp. The next time I do a panel like that, I’m gonna sit between Shane and Joshua. I’ll look positively angelic. And we will laugh and laugh and laugh…even before happy hour. I assume we’ll laugh after happy hour, too, but it’s possible not all of us will remember.
Thanks for reading and coming to see us when we’re on the conference or book circuit.
And don't forget this is a great week to pick up something new and fantastic. Not one, but two, of our fabulous team have new books coming out this week. Graham Brown's Black Sun (follow up to his stay up all night Black Rain) and Joshua Corin's While Galileo Preys. Yeah!!!!