Notes from CIV #1 - A Class Act
Jun. 15th, 2007 04:08 pmI had a blast at Star Wars Celebration IV in LA last month, and I have both pictures and stories galore. What I decided I'd do, rather than try to write it all up and post it at once, is to do a bit here and there, as I have time and the mood strikes me. I still don't know where the pictures are going up, but it's time for the first story, anyway. :)
I just sent an email to Star Wars author Karen Traviss, whom I saw twice at the con. The first time she was signing books with her two co-authors for the Legacy of the Force series, Aaron Allston and Troy Denning. All three of them seemed really cool, but because there were three of them and so many fans, they kind of moved us along, assembly-line like. I'd brought one book for each of them to sign, and the Barns & Noble people just dealt out the books to the authors like playing cards. You pretty much got to say hi; the authors asked "You're [x]?" mostly to make sure the right books got back to the right people. But it was cool, I got my books signed, met a nice woman in line whom I chatted with while we were waiting... etc.
The second time I saw Karen was Sunday, the last day Mom and I went to the con. (There wasn't much going on Monday, and we decided to just head home after we checked out of the hotel that day.) Karen's latest book in the Legacy series was due out the Tuesday after the con. We all sort of figured since she was signing at the con, they'd find a way to use it to promote the book, and if we were lucky there would be copies around a bit early for that reason.
A B&N employee told me that they'd had very few copies of the book, Sacrifice, on Friday morning, and they'd sold out fast. They said they might get more Saturday morning, but again, they'd be gone quick. So I hit the dealer's room right when they let us into the con. Which was a bit earlier than they let in most people- handicapped access for the win. They also let in some parents with strollers, I guess so they wouldn't get run over by the crowds either. So. I power-walked to the B&N booth ("Please, for safety reasons (we don't want to get our asses sued) don't run...") and grabbed my book off the huge stack by the registers.
Score!
They still had a rather large (but dwindeling) pile on Sunday afternoon, when I came back to get mine signed. I went to a costuming panel that let out just a little before the signing started, and I knew I wouldn't be in line as early as I wanted to be. I was right. I spent two hours standing in line on a concrete floor, suffling my feet, standing on one leg, then the other, trading off trying to ease the intense pain in my feet and legs. But I met some very nice, funny people in line, and we swapped stories, "Hey, where are you from? What have you done here? Did you guys see-? It was cool, you should go..." and so on.
I was afraid my new pals and I were too far back, that we'd never get our books signed before she had to go, or her hand gave out, or something. But two hours later I was standing on the dealer's room crappy carpet, instead of the concrete in the back of the hall (why they didn't carpet the whole damn thing, I have no clue) and it was almost my turn.
She was still smiling! She was polite and happy, and took the time to exchage a few words with everyone. They were even nice enough to let me stand there for a few seconds and smile over at Mom while she took my picture.
So we wandered on, found a place to set down our backpacks, put the book away, get the camera back to me... then we headed out to grab some food and let me sit for a bit. Came back to the dealer's room to check out a few things. This, mind you, had to be at least an hour later. We wandered past B&N (Lego was around there, and Mom's big on Legos) and she's still there. The line's still halfway to Tatooine, and she's still signing books, still smiling...
Fast forward another hour or two. We've wandered here and there. I had wanted to go back and scope out the books once the crowds cleared, which we figured they must have done ages ago. Head back to Barns & Noble. The line's trickled out, there are just a few people walking right up to get their books signed and say hi... and only when the last of them leaves does she start packing up.
That lady is a class act.
So, I sent her an email. I'd been meaning to do it since we got home. I told her how long I'd been in line, and how much I and everyone else appreciated her sticking around. Because I can name a lot of authors who probably wouldn't have done that in a million years. I really don't have the words for how much I thought this rocked. I've told this story to everyone who's asked me how the con went, even the relatives who have no clue who Karen Traviss is or that she writes books at all. Even Grandma thought this was unusual, and very nice of her to have done.
My hand probably would've fallen off if I'd signed half as many books as she must have done. And I just thought, you know, it was worth sharing.
I just sent an email to Star Wars author Karen Traviss, whom I saw twice at the con. The first time she was signing books with her two co-authors for the Legacy of the Force series, Aaron Allston and Troy Denning. All three of them seemed really cool, but because there were three of them and so many fans, they kind of moved us along, assembly-line like. I'd brought one book for each of them to sign, and the Barns & Noble people just dealt out the books to the authors like playing cards. You pretty much got to say hi; the authors asked "You're [x]?" mostly to make sure the right books got back to the right people. But it was cool, I got my books signed, met a nice woman in line whom I chatted with while we were waiting... etc.
The second time I saw Karen was Sunday, the last day Mom and I went to the con. (There wasn't much going on Monday, and we decided to just head home after we checked out of the hotel that day.) Karen's latest book in the Legacy series was due out the Tuesday after the con. We all sort of figured since she was signing at the con, they'd find a way to use it to promote the book, and if we were lucky there would be copies around a bit early for that reason.
A B&N employee told me that they'd had very few copies of the book, Sacrifice, on Friday morning, and they'd sold out fast. They said they might get more Saturday morning, but again, they'd be gone quick. So I hit the dealer's room right when they let us into the con. Which was a bit earlier than they let in most people- handicapped access for the win. They also let in some parents with strollers, I guess so they wouldn't get run over by the crowds either. So. I power-walked to the B&N booth ("Please, for safety reasons (we don't want to get our asses sued) don't run...") and grabbed my book off the huge stack by the registers.
Score!
They still had a rather large (but dwindeling) pile on Sunday afternoon, when I came back to get mine signed. I went to a costuming panel that let out just a little before the signing started, and I knew I wouldn't be in line as early as I wanted to be. I was right. I spent two hours standing in line on a concrete floor, suffling my feet, standing on one leg, then the other, trading off trying to ease the intense pain in my feet and legs. But I met some very nice, funny people in line, and we swapped stories, "Hey, where are you from? What have you done here? Did you guys see-? It was cool, you should go..." and so on.
I was afraid my new pals and I were too far back, that we'd never get our books signed before she had to go, or her hand gave out, or something. But two hours later I was standing on the dealer's room crappy carpet, instead of the concrete in the back of the hall (why they didn't carpet the whole damn thing, I have no clue) and it was almost my turn.
She was still smiling! She was polite and happy, and took the time to exchage a few words with everyone. They were even nice enough to let me stand there for a few seconds and smile over at Mom while she took my picture.
So we wandered on, found a place to set down our backpacks, put the book away, get the camera back to me... then we headed out to grab some food and let me sit for a bit. Came back to the dealer's room to check out a few things. This, mind you, had to be at least an hour later. We wandered past B&N (Lego was around there, and Mom's big on Legos) and she's still there. The line's still halfway to Tatooine, and she's still signing books, still smiling...
Fast forward another hour or two. We've wandered here and there. I had wanted to go back and scope out the books once the crowds cleared, which we figured they must have done ages ago. Head back to Barns & Noble. The line's trickled out, there are just a few people walking right up to get their books signed and say hi... and only when the last of them leaves does she start packing up.
That lady is a class act.
So, I sent her an email. I'd been meaning to do it since we got home. I told her how long I'd been in line, and how much I and everyone else appreciated her sticking around. Because I can name a lot of authors who probably wouldn't have done that in a million years. I really don't have the words for how much I thought this rocked. I've told this story to everyone who's asked me how the con went, even the relatives who have no clue who Karen Traviss is or that she writes books at all. Even Grandma thought this was unusual, and very nice of her to have done.
My hand probably would've fallen off if I'd signed half as many books as she must have done. And I just thought, you know, it was worth sharing.