One of the last awesome, crazy-funky bookstores in my city only to find out that it is going out of business. Sadly, that is a tired old tune, but in this case perhaps the bitchery can benefit. In a desperate bid to keep the store open, the owner, (a delightful rambler in the way that only old scottish guys can be) is trying to GIVE the store away. Seriously, if all you have is sweat equity, he’ll take it.
The place is floor-to-ceiling full, nearing fire hazard scale and contains an absolute jewel of a romance section. I couldn’t even look through the whole thing properly because most of the shelves were blocked by additional boxes of books. I saw scads of decades-old harlequins/mills boon/etc. The potential cover snark material was dizzying.
The bookstore is called, (appropriately) Booklovers in North Vancouver. He says he got so much inventory by being the bookstore equivalent to a bottle return depot.
According to Natasha, the bookstore itself is for sale, and interested parties can talk to the current owner, who should be there all weekend moving inventory. So if you’re in Vancouver (and if you are I am so jealous) stop by and get yerself some books, matey.
So you’re a blogger (hi there!). And you’ve registered for RWA in San Francisco. And you’re nervous about what to expect. Don’t be. It’s fun.
Samantha Graves said to me on the last day of RWA in Dallas, quoting, I believe, Mary Jo Putney, that the convention on the whole is a few thousand introverts pretending to be extroverts for four days. And at the end of the conference, expect to be exhausted. I was.
Now, last year, when I went, I was 8 months pregnant. I gave birth six weeks later. I was, to put it mildly, as big as the sun. So there were a lot of events I missed because I was focused on three things: finding a place to sit, finding food to eat, and finding (ahem) the ladies rooms. Since that’s the basis of my conference experience, I’ll start there.
Any time there is a meal provided by RWA, if you are worried about your finances, go. For one thing, there’s food. For another, you meet people. The tables usually seat ten, and you can find a place to sit by pretending to be an extrovert and asking if a seat is taken. Small talk is your friend and you can pass one meal or five by introducing yourself, and asking the other people at the table who they are, where they’re from, and what they write.
Chances are, no one will be rude to your face, if that’s what your worried about. Now, few people are rude to a visibly enormous preggo lady, so this year when I’m traveling solo, my experience may be different. But no one was rude to me. I don’t think anyone was rude to Candy either.
There are certainly people who think we bloggers have no business being at RWA. I disagree heartily with those people. If you’ve registered to attend, then you have as much right to be there as anyone. I look at it this way: yes, RWA is a conference for romance writers. Thus the sessions and workshops are designed for aspiring and novice writers, and for those who already have careers based on romance writing. Those same sessions that discuss the craft and business of writing may be of interest to you as well, to say nothing of the sessions that instruct authors on publicity online and off. Maybe you’re secretly aspiring to write a romance. Maybe you’re not. But there is definitely some information for you in the workshops.
If you’re registered, among the best events are the spotlights on publishers, because you can hear from the editors what they’re looking for and what they do, and the signings, also hosted by publishers. The signings are marvelous - authors meet fans, sign books, and give them away. My tip: if you don’t want a signed book, or if you’re in line to meet the author and don’t want to take a book away from someone behind you in line, flip your nametag over so it’s not facing front. The authors are often on auto-pilot, and read the name off the tag and start personalizing the book before you can say, “Oh, no I just wanted to meet you.” I also went towards the end of a signing session to meet authors, simply because the lines were smaller. For the Nora Roberts signing and the signings for other prominent authors, the line will blow you away. People will queue up an hour beforehand. Wear comfy shoes.
Speaking of apparel, my rule of thumb: look professional, be comfortable. Remember that it is a professional conference, and other attendees are there to network, learn, network, meet with editors, agents, and fellow authors, and network. Lean towards business casual, especially if you are really, really bone deep nervous about how someone else may treat you.
And where does all that networking occur? The bar. RWA conference attendees will keep the bartenders hopping, so if you go to the bar, expect to see many, many people, and expect to have a bit of a wait for service. There are always people hanging out in the lounge areas and in the bar, especially after the RITA ceremony. You might end up in a conversation with someone who might be going to a party one evening, and may invite you along. You might end up talking to someone who ends up making your conference experience really freaking awesome. You never know. Last year I ended up being asked to tag along to a party in someone’s room, which was awesome, if a bit warm and crowded.
But even with all the bar and parties going on, the root of “network” is “work,” and RWA is a professional conference attended by authors trying to advance their own professional careers as writers. As with many a conference, business and the bar mix and mingle, so be aware and courteous. If a conversation looks like Serious Business, it probably isn’t the perfect moment to hit DEFCON-5 on the Squee-o-Meter and introduce yourself.
Bottom line: don’t be nervous. There are a few dozen other first time attendees there as well, and chances are anyone standing next to you is as nervous as you are.
On 5 June, romance writer Barbara Lantz passed away at the age of 82. Today, 3 July, the Arizona Daily Star published an obituary for Ms. Lantz, and this one obituary article about the founder of the Tuscon Saguaro Romance Writers does a considerable amount to raise the profile of and reveal the real people behind the genre. I think, from reading this article, Ms. Lantz would want it that way.
Barbara Lantz was a romance writer.
Not the bodice-ripping, Fabio-loving, heroine-in-need-of-rescue type of romance writer. Turns out the slender pulp paperbacks with swooning women and muscular men on their covers were more the fantasy of the men who published them than the women who wrote them.
Lantz wrote sweet, believable American tales about capable women who, in the course of their lives’ adventures, met honorable men worthy of their love....
Members of the Saguaro Romance Writers agree the genre has gotten a bad rap over the years, mostly due to silly marketing ploys and cheesy book covers. In reality, they say, romance is a respected, well-read and lucrative genre.
“It’s the most feminist of all literature because it’s the only form of literature where women are guaranteed to win and come out with an emotionally satisfying finish,” [Maureen] Caudill said.
Tomorrow is the 4th of July, when Americans celebrate their independence from the UK by paying ridiculous costs for healthcare, grilling like manly men, setting off fireworks in dry areas where they probably shouldn’t, and generally being our giant, gregarious selves. And most folks, including me, have the day off. Woo!
So since today is a Thursday pretending to be a Friday, Friday Videos are pretending too. This video comes from Barb Ferrer, who says, “Don’t be drinking anything” when you watch it.
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As a San Franciscan I must admit that I only learned the west coast story and don’t give the east any cred! I’ll have to wiki some of the events/places she mentioned to get more details.
I’m coming late to this party on account of my intermittent net access over the last week, but I wanted to say that, based on the trailer and article, I’m a little nervous about the documentary. Hopeful, but nervous.
Well I’m a screaming extrovert, so if you see me, stop me and I’ll likely drag you to the bar, LOL! On any day but Wed. Wed I’m crazy busy with the Historical Writers conference.