Let me tell you a little story about Kelly Meding. If you're not familiar with her, she's an Urban Fantasy author who writes the Dreg City books and the MetaWars series. Anyway, I was trying to find Dakota Cassidy's table to stalk her at lunch Saturday, when I passed Kelly sitting quietly at her table. I enjoy her books, so I decided to sit with her instead. Joining us at our table were several other readers and authors, including Andrew Grey, who writes m/m. We talked and ate some surprisingly good mystery-meat (I still don't know what the hell that was.)
|Back when Kelly didn't run from me|
I recounted the story of running into Jeaniene Frost at the coffee shop and how proud I was that I didn't pounce on the poor woman as she tried to buy her fruit salad. Andrew told me that most authors don't mind being approached if the reader is respectful. He then went on to tell me about his worst fan experience, where two girls trapped him in an elevator during a con, jumping up and down, screaming "Oh my God, you're Andrew Grey." That's when Kelly somberly said, "I wish someone would jump up and down for me."
|This was before I screamed her name.|
I'll bet you can guess what happened next. The entire table started jumping up and down in our seats, screaming, "Oh my God, it's Kelly Meding." I also did it at the book signing. In the lobby outside of the bar. And I told friends to do it randomly throughout the day. I never knew anyone could turn that particular shade of burgundy. Suffice it to say, Kelly is a blusher.... And she probably hates me now.
|Jess, Allison, & PJ|
For Thursday's lunch, I sat next to Allison Pang. She teased me by showing me the eARC of Trace of Moonlight on her i-thingie. (I'm still waiting for that .pdf, Allison!!)
The nicest, most personable author I met was probably Cynthia Eden. She and Katie Reus just came up and started talking to me in the lobby. Later, Cynthia and I went on an expedition trying to find a poorly labeled meeting room. She was just so genuine and sweet. (And super pretty.)
I spent some time chatting with the awesome Carolyn Crane, who was very down to Earth... and Amanda Carlson --who I always seemed to find in the hotel bar or on the way to it.
|Me with Amanda Carlson|
OOOoooh. I met Sylvia Day, who says she is still writing her next Crossfire book and even planned on working on it in her room. And Jeaniene Frost, who was just as nice as could be. She even talked about a 10 inch cock in her UF panel. (That's my kind of girl!)
There were more. Authors were everywhere. I was drunk on them (or maybe I was drunk on those free vodka/ cranberries from Mel's open bar.) But you get the idea. What blew me away is that some of them actually knew who I was. That was a really strange feeling. Cool, but strange.
More NOLA happenings, including my fun times with fellow bloggers, still to come...