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Sunday afternoon, May 4, 2015
Malice Domestic Convention Day 4
I should go to the Agatha Tea and Closing Ceremonies. It starts in ten minutes.
But after a plane trip, a ride on the Washington, D. C. Metro,
days of intense workshopping, nights of sleep deprivation,
I am just conventioned out.
Anyway, I forgot my gloves.
So while others sip tea and engage in polite conversation,
I shall sit in the bar, on this squishy couch,
and rest, and write.
Seeing so many people in love with books–specifically, with mysteries–is exciting.
The convention has been, to employ a cliche because I’m too tired to come up with something original, a whirlwind of activity. I’ll have to look at my program notes to remember what I’ve done.
Two things, however, are burned into my memory:
I fell, and I dropped my phone in front of the elevators, just as the doors opened.
The fall I count a positive event.
Friday morning I walked into a session of Malice Go Round,
in which authors move from table to table, visiting with fans.
A group stood just inside the door, talking.
I stepped to the right so I could survey the room for an empty seat.
I did not see, on the floor to my immediate right,
a small cardboard box, a large cardboard box, and a chair leaning against the wall.
Because the session was in progress, I went down as quietly as I could.
I said, I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine,
and got up the same way, holding to the legs of the chair.
I say the fall was positive because it meant I had disgraced myself the first day
and so was spared having to spend the rest of the weekend wondering
when mortification would occur.
Chatter filled the room, and a table hid me from view.
No one snapped a picture.
I think.
And frankly, my dear, I wasn’t mortified at all.
Dropping the phone was more negative-ish,
but I managed to replace the battery and snap the back on so it was almost secure.
Snapping took as long as figuring out which way the battery should point.
And no one stepped on the pieces and slid across the tile floor before I picked them up.
But to the convention:
I attended the following sessions:
An Introduction to the Malice Grants
New Kids on the Block: Our Agatha Best First Novel Nominees
Simply the Best: Our Agatha Best Contemporary Novel Nominees
Authors Alley, with John Billheimer and Mollie Cox Bryan
Opening Ceremonies
Welcome Reception
Fifty Shades of Oy Vey: Religious Elements in Literature
Cozy Noir? Private Eyes
You Could Just Die Laughing: Humor in Mysteries
(with Austin Mystery Writers’ friend Nancy West)
The “Paws” That Refresh: Four-Legged Detectives and Their Sidekicks
(with Austin Mystery Writers Grand Pooh-Bah Emerita Kaye George/Janet Cantrell,
author of the Fat Cat series)
An Interview with International Guest of Honor Ann Cleeves
I also attended the Agatha Awards Banquet,
featuring chocolate mousse in teacups of molded chocolate.
The executive chef received a rousing round of applause.
Other people at my table ate both the mousse and cup,
so I did, too.
I forgot to take a picture of dessert. I also failed to photograph Agatha winners.
I won’t list the winners here.
Later, perhaps, I’ll write about them individually.
If you can’t wait to know the winners, click
http://wwwshotsmagcouk.blogspot.com/2015/05/agatha-award-results.html
(I realize I wrote about dessert before writing about the Agathas.
You may infer from that anything you want.)
I am an introverted schmoozer, if you get my meaning, but I still met some people.
The first morning at breakfast, I traded cat stories with a fan.
She has four cats. One claws the carpet.
I asked whether she yells at him. She said, Yes.
I asked whether yelling works. She said, No.
I told her yelling doesn’t work for me either.
I met, and didn’t meet, some wonderful people.
Established authors encouraged new ones.
I heard not a discouraging word.
Austin Mystery Writers Kaye George and Laura Oles were here, too. We met
John Gregory Betancourt, publisher at Wildside Press, and Carla Coupe, publishing director.
Carla took a picture of us holding a copy of MURDER ON WHEELS,
Austin Mystery Writers’ recently published anthology of crime fiction.
The book looked most distinguished, stacked there beside other anthologies, one copy standing face out.
Someday, perhaps, I’ll take seeing my work in print in a public place as a normal part of life,
even find it boring.
But not any time soon.
I was happy to finally meet Debra Goldstein. Debra has had broad experience,
from “judge” to “mother of twins,” but says she “hates to be pigeonholed.”
She writes on her blog,
I hate to be pigeon-holed. Debra H. Goldstein, judge, author, litigator, wife, step-mom, mother of twins, civic volunteer, and transplanted Yankee writer are all words used to describe me. “My writings are equally diverse. Maze in Blue, my debut novel, received a 2012 Independent Book Publisher (IPPY) Award and was reissued in May 2014 by Harlequin Worldwide Mysteries. Even though Maze in Blue is a murder mystery, it is a safe bet that when it comes to my writing, “It’s Not Always a Mystery.'”
Debra kindly agreed to write a guest post, which will appear on my personal blog at the most auspicious time.
That’s all I’ll say now about Malice.
Except that I’m glad I went.
Stay in touch for the rest of the story.
(If you’d like to get a jump on Malice Domestic 2016, click here.)
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Kathy Waller posts at her personal blog and periodically at Austin Mystery Writers. Two of her stories appear in MURDER ON WHEELS: 11 Stories of Crime on the Move, released in April by Wildside Press: “A Nice Set of Wheels” and “Hell on Wheels.”
I never get tired of seeing Malice posts! Thanks for all the exposure. I didn’t see you fall ever, once. So sorry those happened!
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I have another good picture of you. You didn’t see me fall because you were talking to fans. That Malice Go Round (?) room was full. Thanks for commenting.
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I attended Malice last year, and I had a good time. Next year I want to try a different Con. I love the C3 Writer’s Con, but I am not going this year. Too much happening. Thanks for the updates, and it sure looks like you had a great time. BTW, if I had been there, I probably would have gotten a photo of your fall. It probably would not have made it’s way to Facebook, but I would have shared it with you. I was one of the Official Photographers last year. I love Conferences. I am going to the WV Writer’s Conference this weekend-Right in the middle of my great move. Cher’ley
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Being an Official Photographer sounds like fun. I guess you were all over the place. I wouldn’t have minded my fall going to Facebook. If I cannot be a major literary light, I’ll build my platform on tripping in public venues. A conference in WV sounds lovely–it’s so pretty over there. Thanks for your comment.
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Wow, what a time you had. Thanks for sharing, chocolate mousse and all. I think I might have enjoyed myself there,maybe. But since I couldn’t, thanks for a chance to be the fly on the wall. Doris
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I think you’d have enjoyed it, Doris. It would be nice if we could all meet somewhere centrally located. A Writing Wranglers and Warriors Convention. The name sounds rather impressive. Thanks for your comment.
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What a wonderful post about Malice, Kathy. Thanks for including me via that great picture of Kaye and me. And no, I didn’t see you fall. I would’ve helped you up if I had, and we probably would’ve laughed over how it was a blessing to get the embarrassment out of the way early. We think alike. 😉
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It sounds like you had a fruitful conference. I, on the other hand, was elected to the Wyoming Writers executive board at the conference I attended this past weekend. Wow, I didn’t see that coming. At least I didn’t fall or drop my cell phone. I just mortified myself by nearly panicking in front of the general membership Saturday morning when I realized I wouldn’t have a way home if I stayed after the conference for the board meeting Sunday morning. Thank goodness for Glenda, the good witch of the north, aka Margaret Smith Brannan of Buffalo and my aunt from Sheridan who drove to meet us at Bozeman’s in Buffalo. All’s well that ends well, and I’m looking forward to serving on the WWI executive board.
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Abbie, congratulations on your new office. That is exciting. Panic upon learning your way home has just self-destructed, so to speak, sounds perfectly understandable. I hope we’ll hear more about the Wyoming Writers.
Thanks for your comment. (And a thumbs-up to all the Glendas out there who help us get where we need to go.)
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Now you have me thinking about “Road Trippin'” by Red Hot Chili Peppers. The convention sounds like fun. My friend Sharon has been working on a detective/crime mystery novel for eons. She should go to Malice Domestic.
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If your friend has been working on that novel for eons (a time frame I relate to), she really should go to Malice. One of my critique partners told me I ought to go this year because afterward I would feel like a professional. It sort of worked. After three days of being asked, “Are you a writer?” and mumbling, “Well…sorta…couple…stories…anthology…,” I finally got tired and started saying, “Yes.”
Thanks for commenting.
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Thanks so much. Great post. Filled with memories of good times.
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Sounds like a fun and inspiring convention! Loved your humor and glad you got to go! Thanks for sharing!
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It was fun, Neva, and a good way to cure cabin fever. One convention or retreat a year is necessary to keep me feeling civilized. Although I don’t always get to go to one…
Thanks for your comment.
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Reblogged this on Kathy Waller and commented:
My belated report on Malice Domestic is on Writing Wranglers and Warriors. With lots of pictures.
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Sounds like a fabulous weekend, Kathy- trip or no trip. I’d be the person hovering in the corner till I got to know some people.
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I can’t believe you’d be hovering in the corner, Nancy. But if you were, I’d be delighted to come over and hover with you. A friend kept grabbing me by the arm, pulling me in her direction, and introducing me to people. The curse of the introvert.
Thanks for commenting.
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Conferences are a great way not only to learn, but to also mingle and make new friends/fans. So glad you enjoyed yourself … despite the mishaps! (and glad your falls didn’t produce a trip to the hospital!!)
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No trips to the hospital, Gayle, and only momentary pain. In fact, while lying on my back in the aisle of the Washington, D. C. Metro car, I decided it was all material.
Thanks for commenting.
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Thank you so much for sharing your experience at the convention, Kathy. I felt like I was there. Loved the story about the fall and hope you weren’t hurt. It’s so embarrassing isn’t it? And, like you pointed out, the rest of the convention was a breeze because you didn’t have to worry about making a fool of yourself – nothing could top that! So glad you had a good time. I’m still hoping for a convention of my own to attend, but haven’t been able to yet. Some day…….
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Sounds like a good time, Kathy! Thanks for sharing your experiences.
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Looks like you had a good tie and kept busy. Glad you got a chance to go.
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