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Sex, Abs, and Beignets: My RT 2014 Wrap-Up

Posted by on May 26, 2014

A week ago, I got back from the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in New Orleans, Louisiana. Someone (anyone know who?) described RT as “Comic Con for Romance Novelists,” and that’s the most accurate description I’ve ever heard. Like Comic-Con, RT was filled with people in costume, stuff to buy, tons of swag, a convivial atmosphere, and seemingly endless lines. This was my first RT, but I’m no stranger to conventions, so I was better prepared than other RT virgins. Nonetheless, the experience was overwhelming… and glorious. It also contained several very surreal moments. In this post I cover the following:

  • The Events: Workshops, Panels, Parties… and Elevators?
  • The People: New Friends and Old Friends
  • The Giant Book Fair: My Experience
  • The Food, The Glorious Food

So let’s recap, shall we?

The Events: Workshops, Panels, Parties… and Elevators?

I’ll come clean right away: I was at RT primarily to meet people. Workshops were great, but I wanted to network and put faces to names. As a result, I attended fewer panels and more socials, a decision I’m ultimately happy with. One panel I definitely enjoyed was The Author-Blogger Partnership, a panel moderated by Amanda Carlson that included Dana Alma of Readaholics Anonymous, Angela Carr of Under the Covers, Darynda Jones, Chelsea Mueller of Vampire Book Club, and Kristen Painter. They really honed in on aspects of the author/blogger digital partnership, as well as tips for building a stronger digital fanbase.

Surreal moment #1: During that panel, I was taking notes on my iPad on one knee and following the #RT14 Twitterstream on my phone on my other knee, and saw this tweet pop up from E.L James (yes, that E.L. James):

EL James Pic of Author-Blogger Panel

Yeah, that’s my back right there in the middle of the bottom of the pic. So I turned around and… there’s E.L. James, just a few rows behind me. It’s pretty strange to see your own back in someone else’s picture when you aren’t expecting it, but my hair looks hella cute from the back, doesn’t it?

Over the course of the Con, I also attended a few socials (including a fabulous Steampunk Tea) and a pretty awesome workshop in burlesque. That workshop was taught by a professional burlesque dancer who was gorgeous, funny, and super inclusive. People took pictures during that workshop, and they ended up on Twitter, but I’m invoking the Vegas Rule and not posting them here. There were inappropriate actions performed on feather boas and that’s all I’m saying.

I also attended two of the evening parties. The first was the amazing Samhain Saints n’ Sinners party, for which I rocked out my cute devil horns and danced the night away. Here I am with the wonderful Saritza Hernandez, my agent, both of us looking particularly fabulous.

Saritza and Elia

I also attended Heather Graham’s Mardi Gras party, but left kind of early because I was exhausted and there’s never enough sleep at a Con. Regardless, there were a few gems. First off, this picture of Jennifer Kasey’s pin:

My Other Button is a Clitoris

 

Apparently the woman who was giving these away (and WHO WAS IT? MY PIC IS TOO BLURRY) only had a couple of dozen, and I’m so sorry I missed them because that pin is amazing.

Another great moment was when my mask was stolen for this pic:

Mardi Gras mask

I think he pulls it off even better than I did.

I intended on attending Harlequin’s party on Saturday night, but by then, I was completely wiped out and no good to anyone, so I stayed in the hotel room and spent two hours sorting all my swag before collapsing into a coma.

Pen Swag

These are just the pens.

I mentioned something about elevators? RT makes use of all available advertising space. As such, the elevators were all filled with book covers. Sometimes, manchest blown up to five times its normal size was terrifying rather than tantalizing. I got intimately familiar with the belly buttons of several cover models.

This guy had the creepiest belly button I’ve ever seen – sorry, dude; you’re hot, but it’s true – and I heard it compared to both the Eye of Sauron and a facehugger from Alien. You decide. Zoom right in there, I dare you. Now imagine that thing three inches across and right next to your face.

Creepy Belly Button Dude

The People: New Friends and Old Friends

I really believe that the Con happens between events. Whether in line having crazy conversations with strangers or finally coming face-to-face with a mutual Twitter follow, the highlight of my RT was definitely the people I met. I absolutely loved hanging out with everyone, even if the amount of socialization occasionally got overwhelming.

I got to meet many of the people I know from the Twitterverse: Clovia Shaw was a hoot at the Giant Book Fair. I ate beignets with Jane Kindred. Laurie K and Renae Jones rocked Bourbon House with me for some great food (and a lot of back-and-forth Tweeting). Kerri Buckley, the amazing woman who edited Purely Professionalsat down with me for drinks in the hotel bar and brought along the hilarious Lynda Ryba and so-sweet-it-should-be-illegal Heather Goldberg. I knew we were in trouble when we started talking about Bronies.

I monopolized Saritza Hernandez’s time as much as she’d let me, stealing her away for two (two!) dinners and some lobby conversation. She introduced me to many of her other clients whom I’d only met on the interwebs, among them Heidi Cullinan and Damon Suede, and the woman who brings me to Surreal Moment #2.

Surreal Moment #2: Saritza introduced me to Kate McMurray, another of her clients, but when we looked at each other, we realized no introductions were necessary. It turns out that Kate and I went to college together at UMass Amherst and knew each other through many of our English classes. How surreal that we both have the same agent – based out of Florida – and we meet up for the first time in a dozen years in New Orleans.

Kate and Elia

Also, Sarah from Smart Bitches, Trashy Books (which if you’re not reading, you should be) complimented my dress and I restrained my inner fangirl long enough to thank her like a dignified human being rather than melting into a mushy pile of goo. You’re welcome, Sarah.

I also had a great airport food court conversation with Natalie from Bibliojunkies to squeeze in one last gem from an incredible experience.

I wish I had the names of everyone I spoke with. Elevator conversations, line conversations, you were all amazing.

The Giant Book Fair

The RT Giant Book Fair has been getting a lot of press lately over how well the entire endeavor may or may not have been handled. Everyone is weighing in. You can read some various perspectives from Kendall GreyHugh Howey (whose article seems to have sparked much of the discussion), Courtney Milan, and Smart Bitches. I’m going to keep my comments short and sweet:

  • I was treated kindly by everyone there, volunteers and RT staff alike, and I got to interact with readers, fans, and other authors.
  • I was promised three feet of table, and did not get three feet, but I did get to spread out when the woman next to me didn’t show up.
  • The room I was in was often referred to as “the Indie room” even though not all of us are self-published.
  • We had traffic the whole time. I didn’t go into the “other room,” so I don’t know how we compared, but people definitely came in.
  • It was fun and exhausting.

I do wish we’d have been grouped by genre, not alphabetically. It’s only by pure chance that I wasn’t seated next to some Inspirational Christian Romance author whose readers would probably have been put off by my (fucking gorgeous) cover poster. I would have felt bad for everyone involved, but fortunately, that didn’t happen to me. Maybe to someone else.

Anyway, the Harlequin bigwigs came by my table to say hello, making me feel uber special, and Heather took this picture of me looking all cute at my table.

Elia at the Book Fair

All in all, it was a crazy event, but I’d probably do it again. Maybe with a full bottle of wine instead of water.

Special Note: I’m on Autography now. You can get a digitally autographed copy of Purely Professional! Just email me at eliajwinters at gmail.com and let me know you’d like one. You’ll receive an email with a link to buy the autographed book. I’ll keep this promotion up until June 30th unless I get overwhelmed by email first.

Finally, The Food

I created this meme to set the stage.

One does not simply eat healthy in new orleans

I resolved never to eat at the same place twice while I was in NOLA and stuck to this resolution… with the exception of departure breakfast in the hotel Starbucks because there wasn’t enough time to go elsewhere. That said, I have more pictures of food than of anything else from this trip, and I’m okay with that. Without further ado: the food porn.

Thursday Lunch: Jimmy J’s Cafe

French Toast Monte Cristo. Included both ham AND bacon, as well as cheese, syrup, and some darn decent fried breakfast potatoes.

French toast monte cristo

Thursday Dinner: Bourbon House

As a non-seafood eater, I was relegated to chicken much of the time, so I wasn’t especially excited about this roast chicken with jambalaya risotto. Then it arrived, and … well, see for yourself.

Chicken and risotto

Seriously. Angels sang and the baby Jesus wept. It was wonderful. I paired it with a tiny bourbon milk punch, which is apparently A Thing in New Orleans. My picture makes it look ginormous, but I swear it was only a couple of ounces.

Bourbon milk punch

It looks like I’m drinking a whole fish bowl, for crying out loud. That’s a TINY plate in the background, not a full-sized dinner plate.

Friday Lunch: The Ruby Slipper Cafe

Everyone was raving about this place despite the long lines, so I gave it a whirl. Turns out that when you eat lunch alone, you can often skip the whole line and eat at the bar. Who knew?

Their special was Eggs Cochon, essentially a pulled pork eggs Benedict, so I ordered it. I accidentally ate half before remembering to take a picture.

Eggs cochon

 

It was amazing. I made indecent noises while eating it. I paired it with a “double mimosa,” which turned out to be a whole freaking glass of champagne with a tiny splash of orange juice and grenadine. Thank goodness NOLA allows open containers, because I had to take half that sucker to go lest I be drunk off my ass at noon.

Saturday Breakfast: Cafe Du Monde

Cafe Du Monde serves one food item: beignets. They serve a dozen drinks to go with your beignets, but if you go there, you’re getting beignets. It’s all right, because the beignets are sweet sugary fried pillows of angel hugs and sunshine. I paired mine with a big glass o’ milk.

Beignets

Saturday Lunch: Clover Grill

After the craziness of the Giant Book Fair, I wanted a burger. I asked the concierge for “the best burger I could walk to,” and she sent me to the Clover Grill, a tiny greasy spoon at the far end of Bourbon Street. The mile walk was endlessly worth it, because my burger was amazing. This was my most popular tweet of my whole trip.

Burger tweet

And… That’s It?

Well, I suppose that’s the gist of it. There’s more, always more, but if you want the whole experience, you’ve just got to go. So, will I see you next year in Dallas?

One Response to Sex, Abs, and Beignets: My RT 2014 Wrap-Up

  1. Sara

    so glad you had such a blast, Elia!!! Those food pics are mouth-watering, especially the burger and the eggs cochon!!! yum :)

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