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Aug. 13th, 2007 08:12 pmI spent the weekend on Wolfe Island with my Dad at the Scene of the Crime crime-writers's festival. Dad's been locked away for months working on his third book and felt that a weekend away from home and in the company of other writers would be a good tonic. I didn't really know anyone there, but I did meet some nice people, so it was fun. And hot. Really, really hot.
Of course, I met the odd strange person too. While waiting in line for the dinner buffet, one man leaned over and told my father that he had "a lovely Irish wife." Aside from the O.O factor, isn't complimenting someone on the appearance of their wife kind of last-century? Dad corrected him--"daughter, not wife"--and the fellow at least had the grace to look embarassed.
Crime-writers have quite a sense of community about them, I must say. I think the same is true for romance-writers. This weekend--like various others--mostly gives people with this common interest a chance to hang out with one another. It also serves as an ego boost--several people that my father had never met before came up and told him how much they liked his books.
Wanting to spread the joy, Dad starting trumpeting my efforts at fanfic to anyone who would listen, bless his little cotton socks. Most had never heard of fanfic and still didn't get it even when it was explained to them, twice. I was on the receiving end of more than one puzzled look, I can tell you. So I wasn't the only one who came away feeling that they had met some rather peculiar people.
We stayed at a B&B on the island where the owners were farmers who raised corn, beans, wheat, buffalo, and llamas. Very diverse, these farm-folk were. They were an elderly couple, both very friendly, although the husband couldn't remember anyone's name for more than a minute. Despite the fact that I have the same name as his daughter. :-)
After the festivities ended, Dad and I took the ferry back to Kingston, visited a Harley-Davidson festival (because it was there), then took a boat tour around the St. Lawrence and baked ourselves some more in the sweltering sun.
I had the day off work today and spent most of it feeling completely wiped out and more than a little charbroiled.
But it's good to know that I'd make a fine Irish wife.
Of course, I met the odd strange person too. While waiting in line for the dinner buffet, one man leaned over and told my father that he had "a lovely Irish wife." Aside from the O.O factor, isn't complimenting someone on the appearance of their wife kind of last-century? Dad corrected him--"daughter, not wife"--and the fellow at least had the grace to look embarassed.
Crime-writers have quite a sense of community about them, I must say. I think the same is true for romance-writers. This weekend--like various others--mostly gives people with this common interest a chance to hang out with one another. It also serves as an ego boost--several people that my father had never met before came up and told him how much they liked his books.
Wanting to spread the joy, Dad starting trumpeting my efforts at fanfic to anyone who would listen, bless his little cotton socks. Most had never heard of fanfic and still didn't get it even when it was explained to them, twice. I was on the receiving end of more than one puzzled look, I can tell you. So I wasn't the only one who came away feeling that they had met some rather peculiar people.
We stayed at a B&B on the island where the owners were farmers who raised corn, beans, wheat, buffalo, and llamas. Very diverse, these farm-folk were. They were an elderly couple, both very friendly, although the husband couldn't remember anyone's name for more than a minute. Despite the fact that I have the same name as his daughter. :-)
After the festivities ended, Dad and I took the ferry back to Kingston, visited a Harley-Davidson festival (because it was there), then took a boat tour around the St. Lawrence and baked ourselves some more in the sweltering sun.
I had the day off work today and spent most of it feeling completely wiped out and more than a little charbroiled.
But it's good to know that I'd make a fine Irish wife.