by Dixon Hill
If you read my last post, you know I attended Left Coast Crime 2016, held two weeks ago here in Phoenix, and that I promised to tell you of my experiences there.
So, here goes:
First of all, you have to understand that I don't do well in large groups of unknown people, if I don't know what's expected of me. I don't find it difficult to stand up and speak before a large audience, or to run a battalion sized operation, nor do I mind being a spear-carrier, because I understand where I fit in. I understand what's expected of me, and I do it.
But, I had never been to a writer's conference before. I had no idea what I was really supposed to be doing there, or how that little piece called "me" was supposed to fit into the overall scheme of maneuver among 700-odd strangers.
Thankfully, I could drive almost straight to the Hyatt, where the conference convened, simply by jumping onto Washington Ave. and heading west. I had already registered online.
But, what was I supposed to do when I got there? "What do people do at writer's conferences?" I asked myself.
I mean, even when the army dropped me into a jungle loaded with not-very-friendly folks, I always got a Mission Statement first. So, even though I might not know all the details of what I'd need to wind up doing, I still knew what I was trying to accomplish there.
But, what does one try to accomplish at a writer's conference?
I knew this was a place where writers met other writers, for instance. But, why? Did they meet each other for friendship and camaraderie? To gain advice, share writing war-stories, or what? I mean, writing's one of those things you sort of have to do by yourself, it seems to me, so I really didn't get this one.
There were also myriad panels to attend. But, what was I supposed to get out of them?
I finally decided there was one mission I could initially focus on: Meeting any fellow SleuthSayers in attendance. If I focused on this mission, I told myself, the other pieces of my mission might resolve into greater clarity over time and acclimation.
Okay, so I've got a mission statement -- at least for an initial mission; I'm hoping I can come up with some successful follow-on missions to round out my time at the conference -- so I'm ready for INFIL. I jump in my car, drive over the buttes, and head down Washington toward the Hyatt.
There, I discovered that attendance meant a satchel full of great books! Just for starters.
Shortly after I attended my first panel, I sat down to figure out what I was going to do next, and discovered I was sitting across from a woman who knew R.T. Lawton, with whom I used to alternate Fridays here on SleuthSayers. She asked me what I expected to get out of the convention. "I'm not sure," I told her. We spoke for a while, and I began to consider my mission in terms of what I wanted to accomplish there.
I decided I'd like to get ideas that would help me refine my writing, and what I was trying to say or do with it. I didn't expect to land an agent, but I figured I'd keep my eyes and ears open for anything that might help me land one in the future. A few minutes later, I ran into Melissa Yi.
It was great to finally get a chance to meet fellow SS'rs Melissa Yi and Melodie Campbell. Unfortunately, familial duties kept me away from the conference when I might easily have shaken hands with Brian Thornton, and for that I shall long be sorry.
I eventually found myself attending many of the same panels as another fellow, for some reason, and we started talking. We somehow even wound up at the same table for the final dinner. There, our host, Matthew Quirk, provided each table member with his latest novel Cold Barrel Zero, and a set of lock picking equipment. He also brought a few locks along to practice on -- some of the most fun I've had in a long time.
I found many of the panels useful in ways I didn't really expect. I even wound up meeting a couple of guys with backgrounds similar to mine, who had published books with story lines that sounded like they ran down the same highways mine did. One of these guys mentioned his agent (I didn't tell him I was looking for an agent; nor did I ask; he just told me.), and suggested I might send a query there. I thought that was awfully nice, and am doing so.
Wandering around in the "book room" I discovered a trove of old "Toff" mysteries. I'd stripped all the Toff books out of the local bookstores in my area several years ago, and never expected to find more. I couldn't help myself! -- I bought two. It was also nice to get my hands on copies of works by panel members who had said something intriguing about their writing technique. I hope to learn even more by reading them.
But, I think the thing I walked away with -- more than anything else -- was the feeling that I'd been among people who did what I did on a daily basis. Many evidently faced the same problems I do. And all were very supportive.
That's not something you get very often in this writing game -- the support of your peers. As I wrote earlier: writing tends to be something you do by yourself. Getting a chance to immerse myself, for a long weekend, in a 700-strong sea of like-minded and supportive people ... that's what I decided the real objective was.
Guess it just kinda' snuck up on me.
And I had a great time!
See you in two weeks,