I'm Off To Con Those Killers

Today is the beginning of KillerCon. I'm pretty excited. I'm also lucky because I don't have to worry about the logistics of flying, booking a room, etc because baby? I'm already here!

The downside of living in Vegas is that everybody else will be starry eyed and foaming at the mouth, and I have to remain realistic. While they tour the sights/get drunk/visit strip clubs/hope that what happens in Vegas really stays in Vegas, I'll be picking up the dry cleaning and tucking my children into bed. But at least I can eat a home cooked meal while they live on swizzle sticks and breath mints. Rock on! :)

Am I excited? I'm excited. Really, really excited.

It occurred to me that I am enjoying this entire process. Love the writing. Learning to tolerate the editing. Queries and synopsises were hard for me to wrap my head around, but I'm getting better at them. I like hearing back from agents. I don't even mind very much when they reject me. I like it quite a bit when they have something nice to say.

Writing has never been about being "The Next Big Thing!!" for me. It's about creating worlds and characters. I love it when somebody says that they identify or like something that I wrote. I even like it when somebody passionately hates it, and proceeds to tell me why. Stirring up emotion with nothing other than printed words? Is just awesome.

When KillerCon ends and the world slows down, I have an official call that I'd like to make. It has to do with authors (that would be you), public perceptions, and mystery. I must admit there might be a little ANTM thrown in there as well, but hopefully I can be forgiven for that. So put your artistic feather boas on, my fellow writers, because I'd like to ask for your participation when I return. I hope it'll be fun for you.

KillerCon!