Judy Blume in person
06/29/08 20:08
Wow.
Remember I said I was going to get with the program?
Obviously not. It's been, what . . . six weeks?
So I got to see Judy Blume a few weeks ago. I don't think she does much publicity these days, but she's got new books coming out (early readers), so she can use the publicity, and she's a goddess of children's literature, and even though gas is $4 a gallon, I just bought a Prius, and what's wrong with driving all over hell & gone if you're getting 45 miles a gallon? : ) I would've driven farther than 90 miles to see her, that's for sure.
But the evening was slightly disappointing. Her interviewer was more than a shade clueless, and she didn't give Judy a chance to shine (in my opinion). I was pissed. Judy lit up when it was time for Q&A, because then the kids in the audience got into the act. The audience itself was a study--grandmas, moms, daughters (mostly girls of many ages). How cool is it that books can touch so many generations in the author's lifetime? Damn cool, if you ask me.
At some point in the evening, Judy asked her husband something from the stage, so then we all knew who and where he was. After the Q&A, my friend Angie had the bright idea to get Judy's husband to sign a book, instead of waiting in the looooooong line for Judy to sign it (gotta love how Angie's mind works!). While she was doing that, I whipped out a trusty 3x5 card and wrote Judy a note: "Dear Judy: I just sold my first YA novel, and it's your fault. Thank you." I signed it and handed it to George, her hubby, who smiled and congratulated me. THEN I had the bright idea to write my website address on the back of the notecard.
So . . . wonder if Judy Blume has been to my web site? Wonder if he gave her my fan letter (well, notecard) in the first place? Even if he didn't, I don't care. The fact that my web address was one degree of separation from Judy Blume is enough for me.
Pretty silly, I know. But it's JUDY BLUME.
So I got to see Judy Blume a few weeks ago. I don't think she does much publicity these days, but she's got new books coming out (early readers), so she can use the publicity, and she's a goddess of children's literature, and even though gas is $4 a gallon, I just bought a Prius, and what's wrong with driving all over hell & gone if you're getting 45 miles a gallon? : ) I would've driven farther than 90 miles to see her, that's for sure.
But the evening was slightly disappointing. Her interviewer was more than a shade clueless, and she didn't give Judy a chance to shine (in my opinion). I was pissed. Judy lit up when it was time for Q&A, because then the kids in the audience got into the act. The audience itself was a study--grandmas, moms, daughters (mostly girls of many ages). How cool is it that books can touch so many generations in the author's lifetime? Damn cool, if you ask me.
At some point in the evening, Judy asked her husband something from the stage, so then we all knew who and where he was. After the Q&A, my friend Angie had the bright idea to get Judy's husband to sign a book, instead of waiting in the looooooong line for Judy to sign it (gotta love how Angie's mind works!). While she was doing that, I whipped out a trusty 3x5 card and wrote Judy a note: "Dear Judy: I just sold my first YA novel, and it's your fault. Thank you." I signed it and handed it to George, her hubby, who smiled and congratulated me. THEN I had the bright idea to write my website address on the back of the notecard.
So . . . wonder if Judy Blume has been to my web site? Wonder if he gave her my fan letter (well, notecard) in the first place? Even if he didn't, I don't care. The fact that my web address was one degree of separation from Judy Blume is enough for me.
Pretty silly, I know. But it's JUDY BLUME.