Just returned from FOGcon (Friends of Genre) in San Francisco. This was the very first FOGcon, but as a simple attendee I think it went very well. I had a good time, I learned a bit, and I felt I had a lot in common with the other attendees. I can’t talk about behind the scenes, because I wasn’t behind the scenes, but I’m sure other people will.
As a writer and as a fanatical reader, this was the best con I’ve ever attended. There were official panels about the best books, unofficial constant ongoing conversations about the best books, and people reading from their hopefully soon-to-be best books.
My favorite panel was “I Have Written The Greatest Story Ever … No, Wait, It Sucks” which was billed as day to day tips on surviving the writing life. It turned into a free-for-all on the seven deadly sins as applied to writers, and the outstanding crowd favorite was sloth. No contest.
I mentioned to several people how friendly everyone seemed to be, and how surprising I found it. That surprised them (“all cons are friendly”) but after years and years and years of professional, work-related conferences, this one was still a shock. I have literally attended many professional conferences where no one spoke to me, or responded to me if I spoke first.
I’m already looking forward to next year.