|Oh. My. Glob. We look fresh to death right now.|
|Derp derp derp.|
I know that they are people like you or I and they put their pants on one leg at a time. But OMG THEY WROTE A BOOK!!!! Authors are like rock stars or movie starts to me.
|Neil! I wanna party with you!|
Even when I can put on a good face on the outside, I have a hard time remaining calm on the inside. I barely made it through my two minutes with Tamora Pierce before I started shaking and had to run away. Jacqueline Carey, one of my favorite fantasy writers, will be at C2E2. I worshipped her work when I was in grad school. I lived in the same town as her then and the idea of running into her at the grocery store or Barnes and Noble was enough to make me nervous every time I went shopping. I'm kind of afraid of spontaneously combusting on the convention floor.
The other side of this problem is that after I meet the author, it sinks in that they are a person. A real, flesh and blood person who has a real, probably messy, writing process. They have lives and do things like eat, sleep, and poo. They do not live and breathe their stories. Those stories do not come fully formed out of their brains onto the page. In essence, these writers are not gods.
And, I get a little sad. It's not the author's fault. I imagine I'd feel the same way if I ever met Mariska Hargitay and saw for a fact that she wasn't a 9 foot tall Amazonian, ass-kicking goddess in real life.
|I love you, Mariska.|