In Which I Suddenly Realize I’m the Twin Peaks Log Lady
So, yes, I did in fact make a 2.5-hour drive each way last night to see John Scalzi and Tobias Buckell at their 2-hour bookstore visit in Columbus, and it was absolutely worth it. (Digression: I read Zoe’s Tale this week and it’s awfully good. Stands alone fine – I’d love to introduce my daughter to it – and also manages to improve the already kickass "The Last Colony" without a single retcon. I’m planning to switch back over to Buckell with "Sly Mongoose" from the library this weekend.) They took questions & talked sci-fi & writing and (duh) Bacon Cat & blogging, and they came off as pretty easygoing and approachable, which I was glad of because, let’s face it, I was bringing a chunk of tree for them to sign, which is inherently goofy about on top of me just being geeked to meet them. (I suppose, of course, that everyone else was also having bits of tree signed, though theirs were thinner.)
I tried very, very hard not to be babblingdorkguy during the few minutes we
spent chatting – they were very generous with their time, talking to every person in line – and though I’m not sure I was entirely successful, I am at any rate the proud owner of a piece of storm-shredded tree limb inked by a couple of inspiring writers and pretty nice guys.