I'm off to Beantown to see friends, family, and immerse myself in writer conference-y stuff. I'm especially excited about the forensic workshops. Not to mention I get to rub shoulders with mystery writers and agents galore. Desert Dreams was great, but being one of a dozen men at a conference can make you a little self- conscious. Throw in the fact that 90% of the conference attendees are interested exclusively in romance writing (and quite a few workshops reflected that) and I was very much not in Kansas, anymore.
This time around it should be a little easier for me to hobnob and make contacts.
Maybe I'll be able to pick up on the Boston accent and slang while I'm there, too.