Right now, I'm blogging from Troy Michigan and the brand-new Rust City Book Con. Being forgetful as I am, I haven't taken a single photo to show you, but today has been busy with panels and author meet and greets. As far as I can tell, I haven't sold any books so far, but I have given out a lot of swag and chatted with some really interesting people. Right now, most of the attendees who are commuting have gone home for the night but the bulk of those staying are down in the hotel lounge. Me? Curled up in my pyjamas. Am I that old and boring?
I don't think that's it. I've had a few rough weeks and it's nice to just relax, especially since I don't have any morning panels. But I have been thinking about cons on general and why we go to them.
Most writers are oddly social introverts. We spend a lot of time alone and meeting up with colleagues face to face is rare. It's fun to meet other people who are warped in the same direction you are. It's also nice to meet readers, and particularly to get new ones. I think it's Rae, though for a convention experience to "pay for itself." We're not going to make back the money we pay for con fees, hotel, and travel. The connections we make, though, and the things we learn from one another, be it in the bar or in a panel, make it worthwhile.
Hopefully photos will start popping up soon on Facebook. Meanwhile, my tired feet are happy to be up and tucked between crisp hotel linens. There's a lot more mingling to be done tomorrow. Have a great weekend, everyone. I know I will!