This weekend, I had the pleasure of attending a great event, the Virginia Festival of the Book in Charlottesville, VA. Lots of excellent writers, lots of excellent readers. Everywhere you looked—excellence.
Most of the time, I staffed the Mystery Writers of America – Mid-Atlantic Chapter table, answering questions from interested mystery lovers about the organization (contrary to a popular misconception, I was NOT threatening people with bodily harm unless they joined). It was a fun way to spend the day--making new friends and hanging out with mystery fans. The one panel I made it to was excellent (see? more excellence).
I met a ton of people: other writers (traditionally published, self published, not-quite-yet-published), readers, booksellers, festival organizers, and the guy who asked me where he could buy a sandwich. The luncheon featured Julia Spencer-Fleming, and a lady dressed up as a character out of a steampunk novel wandered the hallways passing out stuff (bookmarks, I think, although they could have been some type of steampunkish device). I even caught a glimpse of Clifford The Big Red Dog amidst a group of pint-sized fans. (Don't ask me how he signed books with such enormous paws.)
All in all, quite entertaining. And perhaps the best part was realizing what every participant had in common.
A love of books.