An appreciation
Tue, Mar. 30th, 2010 06:25 pm. . . an entry in which I out myself as a great big fan-girl (which, honestly, should come as a surprise to no one here at all).
I was in high school when my very first boyfriend--the one I don't talk about because we dated so briefly and he was what kids my at my school called a "burn-out" and because I don't think about him all that much, though what I remember of him is a kind of blue-eyed, goofy sweetness that may have been as much about the pot as it was his nature--my first boyfriend did the one thing for which I am still grateful to this very day.
He introduced me to a book called "Callahan's Crosstime Saloon" by Spider Robinson.
( A fan's reminiscence )
I'll say this, too: After all the years I've been involved in this community--as a fan, as an editor, and as a writer--it's strange and nice at the same time to still feel a little awed by a writer, even one as approachable and kind as Spider was when I met him and almost certainly still must be. At some point, I hope I'll have the chance to talk with him in person again, maybe not feel quite so shy about it (only other writer I've really ever been shy with: Madeline L'Engle), and tell him how much I've enjoyed his work and how I've come back to it again and again. It feels like this great friendship that's only happened in my head. Be nice to share it.
I was in high school when my very first boyfriend--the one I don't talk about because we dated so briefly and he was what kids my at my school called a "burn-out" and because I don't think about him all that much, though what I remember of him is a kind of blue-eyed, goofy sweetness that may have been as much about the pot as it was his nature--my first boyfriend did the one thing for which I am still grateful to this very day.
He introduced me to a book called "Callahan's Crosstime Saloon" by Spider Robinson.
( A fan's reminiscence )
I'll say this, too: After all the years I've been involved in this community--as a fan, as an editor, and as a writer--it's strange and nice at the same time to still feel a little awed by a writer, even one as approachable and kind as Spider was when I met him and almost certainly still must be. At some point, I hope I'll have the chance to talk with him in person again, maybe not feel quite so shy about it (only other writer I've really ever been shy with: Madeline L'Engle), and tell him how much I've enjoyed his work and how I've come back to it again and again. It feels like this great friendship that's only happened in my head. Be nice to share it.