Well, he was, and I am.
After a super tasty breakfast at Eastern Market, it was off the Mall. I bought a copy of The Graveyard Book, which isn't even for sale until Tuesday, for anyone except those at the festival.
First, I heard him speak. He talked about his inspiration for this book, and writing in general, and then read an excerpt from the book.
Then, with all the other geeky Neil Gaiman fans, we lined up. And waited. For three hours. In the sun (I got a little burnt) AND the rain.
But I met him. And had a two sentence conversation. He signed two of my books ("Sweet dreams" in my copy of Smoke and Mirrors and my name on a tombstone in The Graveyard Book). I apologize for my goofy, goofy smile, but I was having one of the bigger geek moments of my life, so can you blame me?
Then the rain came down even harder, but I couldn't care a bit. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a new book to read.
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I tried to get the Rushdie line to declare war on the Gaiman line, but we never quite got ourselves organized.
I'm familiar with this particular joy. :) Isn't he just so nice? I've travelled interstate twice to see Neil speak (in Sydney and Melbourne). It was worth it both times and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. He always read us something as yet unpublished and he was always funny and gracious when it came to questions and signings.
We all have our heroes.
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