The
Pacific Northwest Writers Association holds an annual writers conference down
in SeaTac, Washington. Last year’s conference was great, so here’s my account
of this year’s.
The
first day of the conference I had the pleasant surprise of seeing Richelle Mead
again. My previous post shows the last time I saw her was almost three years
ago. I would attend her readings when she first started out, when maybe a dozen
people would attend. Now if it’s announced that she’s doing a free book signing,
she’ll be mobbed by hundreds.
Richelle Mead is on the right
A
key to talking to an author like this is to say something intelligent, instead
of, “I really liked what you just read.” I noticed she used to teach
comparative religion at the University of Washington, so I would ask her about
Greek mythology. So even though she’s met so many people during her meteoric
rise, and it was so long since I last saw her, she still recognized me. I told
her I was touched by that.
The
main speaker that evening was James Rollins. He talked about his struggle to
have his first novel, Subterranean, published. I had a copy with me for an
autograph. I had fond memories of how several years ago, he volunteered to
critique manuscripts that were sent to a convention. Instead of just a verbal critique,
he printed out his comments, noting I had “a keen ear for dialog.”
When
I went up for an autograph, he said, “I’ve seen you before, haven’t I?” I was
quite shocked he remembered me from that one encounter. He’s obviously trying hard to encourage new
writers.
I've always wanted to go to one of these.
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