![]() I grabbed a copy, intent on asking him to sign it for me. Rushdie’s other books in the fiction section. Despite everything I knew about my tendency to skew awkward in these situations, I immediately sprang to ill-advised action. Holy shit, right? she said with her eyes. I exchanged a glance with the woman working at the register. King thanks, and then I hustled away as fast as I could so he wouldn’t see that my eyes were filling with tears. I was tall for my age, and I had an unreasonably deep voice. Nobody looks like Stephen King except Stephen King! When he noticed the ball and pen in my hands, he said, “I’m sorry, but I only sign autographs for little kids.” The author smiled and told me that he was. By the time I made it up to his section, though, I was so stricken with shyness that all I could muster was, “Are you Stephen King?” I planned to tell him this and to ask him to sign a baseball for me. ![]() I’d read everything Stephen King had written, and I had a pile of notebooks in my bedroom filled with my attempts to write like he did. Shortly before the annual tournament, the Omaha World-Herald reported that the author had bought tickets, so when I spotted him some 20 rows back from where I sat with my family, I was prepared. I get that that sounds like it was written by a random sentence generator, but it’s true-and it wasn’t even a surprise. When I was 12, I met Stephen King at the College World Series in Omaha, Nebraska. I’d like to thank the good people at Literary Hub for giving me this opportunity to loathe myself for 1,241 words. The following is a brief highlight reel-lowlight reel?-of my most regrettable interactions with famous authors to date. And, in my experience, whenever I’m anywhere near a famous author there’s a really good chance I’m going to make a complete ass out of myself and then be emotionally scarred by it for up to 32 years. ![]() On the other hand, though, author events often feature famous authors. They’re like our versions of rock concerts. Since then, book people like us have been cut off from meeting our favorite authors and have had to settle for watching glitchy versions of them on Zoom from our couches while we wear sweatpants and try not to dribble boxed wine onto our house cardigans.Īs a lifelong book person, myself, I’ve been torn by this. Patrick’s Day in 2020, pretty much every bookstore on earth suspended all in-person author events indefinitely. ![]()
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