Monday, October 19, 2009
The Extroverted Introvert
Writers spend a lot of time in their own heads, alone but never lonely, listening to the voices inside while enjoying the peace and quiet outside. Except when they go to writers' conferences, when they release all the pent up conversationality they've stored for maybe half a year or so, and become extroverts. Yes, actual extroverts!
I just returned from Indianapolis, where the Bouchercon mystery conference was held, and am still on something of a high from all that condensed socializing. It's one thing to be with a group of friends who are non-writers; it's a whole nother animal to be with friends who are exclusively writers for four whole days of non-stop conversation. And all evening yesterday, as the conference drew to a close, a group of us extroverted introverts sat in the lounge of the Hyatt, eating, drinking, and making merry whilst discussing topics our non-writer friends just can't -- or would be bored silly hearing about.
There was a real feeling of camaraderie among us, a sisterhood, where making up stories in our heads was the norm, not the oddity, and our worries dealt with contracts and promo and ARCS and agents and failing bookstores and new series. It was exciting. And then meeting all those mystery fans who came to see and hear us and have books autographed. Wow. Like I said, it's a high.
Added to that, I had a chance to spend some quality time with my son, and introduce him to a slice of my world. He has writing ambitions, so I thought it would benefit him to see what happens at a conference. Apparently, it worked. He's already plotting a paranormal mystery.
So thank you to all my reader friends who came out to see me, and thank you to all my writer friends for making the conference so much fun. And that includes two of the cozy chicks, Maggie Sefton and Deb Baker. I'd love to hear your thoughts, ladies.
Now I have to return to my quiet office and get back into my characters' lives so I can finish book 10 of the Flower Shop mystery series.