Armchair BEA 2014 – Author Interaction

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I was very excited to see this topic today on ArmchairBEA because it will allow me to repost one of my very favorite posts ever. Last summer The Girl and I got to go to Lexington, KY and meet up with some friends and go to a reading by my favorite author, Neil Gaiman. He is one of The Girl’s favorites also, so it was a win-win for a first author outing. Here is a link to my first mostly wordless post, Um, Wordless.

What I never expected was the overwhelming response I would have. I was verklempt. I was unable to speak, not so much because I was I star-struck but because I was overwhelmed by all the things I wanted/needed to say and I knew that was it. My one and only time to say it. So I flubbed it completely. I wept instead of spoke. Later I wrote this post: Dear Mr. Gaiman. You can read the whole post and see the pictures there but the letter I will put here so you do not have to click through.

Dear Mr. Gaiman,

In 2002 I read this book called American Gods. I kind of rocked my world. It’s reading corresponded with a number of changes taking place in my life and it was just what I needed to be reading then. You see I am a bookie. I have read as long as I can remember and as much as anyone who is a bookie, I was that kid for whom books were an escape and a soft place to land. What I didn’t know was how much I need that again and there it was in American Gods. I remember reading the “I can believe …” speech over and over and over. I would bet that my book still opens to that page. I debated having you sign that copy but I purchased a new one for you to sign so that I could still loan my well loved copy out.

I want to thank you because for the next decade plus some your books have been that place to land and more. Some of the very best moments, things, and events have been framed by your writing or your voice.

One day this young guy I met through some dear friends asked me what my favorite book was. I told him it was American Gods and lend him my copy. He and his partner were with me when I met you last month. Because I am not you I can’t even begin to come up with the right words to describe what he is to me, friend is a ghostly wan thing to use and family is not quite enough either. But I would be so much less without him in my life. And you were there at the beginning of that.

Then there is my daughter, who you also met at the signing. She was the poised young lady who you signed for just after me. I my heart exploded just a bit more watching her and you interact. You see she is an introvert. She hates crowds and loud things but she sat in a room with 900 strangers and tolerated being pestered by the drunkard in front of us because you were there. She wants to be a writer. She reads voraciously, 5 books on the day we waited to meet you. She writes every day, 20 minutes at least and in the past 18 months or so has begun finishing things because this writer she admires, one who she reads and listens to on audio, said in a FAQ “How do you do it? You do it. You write. You finish what you write.” When she was done getting her books signed she beamed at me and said “I just had words with Neil Gaiman!” You inspire her.

Then there where the endless nights of hearing to you and Maddie talking to each other as The Girl went to sleep. She listened to that interview for at least a solid year when her overactive brain made sleep difficult. You helped her.

There was sitting with my 6 year old and stumbling through Blueberry Girl which she got out of the library as I realized that YES, these are the things I wish for them. “Help her to help herself, help her to stand; Help her to lose and to find. Teach her we’re only as big as our dreams; Show her that fortune is blind.” You gave my dreams for them words.

There was discovering graphic novels through Sandman, although you have set a very high bar for my taste in the genre. There was falling in love with fairy tales all over again with Stardust and Instructions. You reminded me that in words there is art and love and joy.

There was laying in a hospital bed in the wee hours with a tiny girl new to the world, exhausted and too keyed up to sleep and alone because The Girl needed her Poppa at home, and Neverwhere on my nightstand. You were there to keep me company.

There was sitting on the floor in my local book store with Bean and The Girl next to me reading The Dangerous Alphabet because we were on day 5 of no power during a heat wave and when I asked them where we should go to escape the heat they clamored for the Bookstore because the library also had no power. You were there to help distract us.

You see there were all these moments. Some so big and some so mundane. And you had no idea you were there for them. And when I got the chance, when I had a moment to tell you, when I was face to face with the person who created a soft place, an escape, a backdrop to so many things, I lost all my words. I, in fact, did not have “words with Neil Gaiman,” but because you are kind and generous, I had a hug. I hope that it conveyed the tiniest bit of the thanks I owe you. Maybe next time, I will have words. But I think I might print this out, just in case.

Fondly,

Carrie, AKA West Virginia Red Read

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PS – I still say that while all new doctors become The Doctor, everyone has one doctor who is their own.

29 thoughts on “Armchair BEA 2014 – Author Interaction

  1. Most of my very favorite, rocked-my-world authors are no longer with us, which is probably just as well because I would be too shy to meet them! Blogging does take a lot of work, and commenting and getting to know people is a big part of what makes the whole thing so much fun. Enjoy Armchair BEA!

  2. This is seriously the sweetest post! I adore that picture of you and Gaiman at the end. And you’ve reminded me that I need to pick up Blueberry Girl for my girls.

  3. I love this letter! I hope Neil Gaiman will get to read it, because it’s powerful and emotional. And Gah, i’m so glad i’m not the only one who turned into a blabbering fool when confronted with Neil.
    He’s been a literary hero for me since I first read Sandman when I was 19.
    Have you read his graphic novel: Signal to Noise?
    So beautiful and touching.

    1. You too? I have thought about tweeting it to him but I don’t know if I would be more upset if he did or did not read it.
      I have not read that one. Just put it on my TBR pile though.

  4. Oh wow, what a first author event! Good for the two of you.

    (and I really really want to read American Gods now–it’s been on my shelf for ages…..)

  5. This is such a great post. I totally get that awe-inspired moment of silence. I get that whenever I’m reading, so I can’t imagine being put down in front of my favorite author and expected to form words to express how much they’ve impacted me and my gratitude for it.

    Kristen @ Pretty Little Pages

    1. He actually has written a good number of kids books: Fortunately, the Milk, The Wolves in the Walls, The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish, Instructions, and The Dangerous Alphabet to name just a few.

  6. Fantastic post!! Wow what a letter!! He is seriously one of the greats, I dont think I would know what to say to him if I ever met him.

    Thanks so much for visiting my post for day 2!

  7. Just discovered Gaiman, finally, with his latest book, as audio. fabulous. He’s such an awesome narrator, I hope he wins tonight at the Armchair Audies, he is nominated in the category ‘narration by author”

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