What do you think of when you think of conventions? Do you think of cosplayers decked out in geeky attire they made themselves? Or do you think of a local gathering of booths showcasing the latest infomercial gadgets?

While both of these are true examples of conventions, there is a more recent example I had in mind. Fall of 2015 I went to my first book convention. I didn’t know what to expect. I definitely knew there would be books there. And authors. And there were some discussion panels mentioned. But I couldn’t have guessed the amazing sense of community I found from attending this first book convention.

Again, last June I attended a book convention that was on an even grander scale. And yet again I was blown away by the amazing community I had been welcomed into without even asking. I wasn’t just at a convention, I was home! I continued to be home in this wonderful book universe online with all the friends and groups I’d become a part of.

Soon, both in June and in October, I get to see these awesome people again and feel that community in person! I can’t wait. Of course, I love talking with authors, readers, bloggers, and others online, but there is something about everyone coming together to talk books for a few days that makes the whole experience magical.

October is the Ozarks Indie Book Fest where I am an official blogger. Another first for me and again I don’t know what to expect. But I do know one thing that will definitely be present—my community. See you there?

Buy tickets and find more information about OIBF on their website! http://ozarksindiebookfest.com/

One Comment

  • Hi, Katy! I’ve been to many conventions for writers, but none referred to as “book conventions” so I’m curious about how they may be different. The writers weekends include seminars, writing challenges, readings, books for sale, and sometimes awards. What happens at book conventions?

    I know what you mean about feeling at home at gatherings. I attended annual conventions during a 20-year career where people said things waiting for elevators that I never heard back home. There’s such a sense of belonging when people speak your language!

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