Originally signed up for Sherlocked the convention in Los Angeles because I was expecting a friend to follow along since she wanted to see Rupert Graves badly, but it didn’t work out for them, so I decided to go ahead anyway especially since it was the last one until anything would happen to the show, and they had reported it being a low turnout. True it was, a lot smaller than Birmingham’s last year, though it doesn’t stop some guests from running around a lot.
I’m not a convention-attending person. I’m not comfortable with being in large crowds all by myself. But I like to watch people being people, whether they were guests or attendees. I chose a spot in the corridor where I could catch the most action, basically between the workshop room and the VIP room, while facing the signing room and screening room. I sat there most of the time, writing away on my novel (5,000 words in 2 days!) while catching the action around me. It was a different experience from the last when I was most of the time busy catching different activities at very specific timings, because missing it means never getting it, while here, I could take my time. Though I guess it’s mostly because I have already met 5 out of 6 guests, except with a little more time to share with them.
Mr. Rupert Graves was utterly wonderful. I encountered him every night at the same restaurant for some reason, the first night there being the first time we said hello because I was grinning at how adorable his son was in a SHOLTO shirt that’s too big in it. (I adore kids too.) But every time our eyes met over the weekend, he smiled and said a quick ‘hey’, ‘hello’. Others including friends either smile and nod, or didn’t notice me at all. Mostly the latter. Even when I was killing time in the lobby before heading to airport, we spotted each other while he was walking out of the restaurant, and he gave such an enthusiastic wave and a greeting across the room that a small part of me felt incredibly touched. I don’t crave attention, no, I just don’t like being in the center of the crowd, just stay in a corner and pretend to be invisible, but it’s a nice feeling to be noticed when everyone else didn’t seem to care.
I want to be like him in that. The one who notices even the wallflowers.
I’m glad I came to this convention. Ms. Rachel Talalay was fantastic in giving me tips about how to climb the ladder towards screenwriting in the industry, noting the fact that I am an Asian too. Got to know this adorable father and daughter, Eric and Autumn, and I gave Autumn my book since I had it on hand anyway. So flattered about being asked to sign it that I forgot how I would sign it (that wasn’t how I would sign it, I’m sorry). If my ambitions in writing all work out, I shall be in an eternal state of being flattered, honestly. But really, I am very glad. It worked out very well in motivating me to write, because sitting in that corridor got me almost an entire chapter. So close to getting the book done, so close to start 1st editing.
My mind still lives in the desert. Time to continue writing.