I could bring another book to get signed. Neil promised to
stay until everyone got their books signed. I dutifully bought a copy of American Gods. Just
a paperback. Not a first edition. It’s one of the iconic pieces he’s known for.
He is another of my SDCC bucket list signatures. For years he’s been there but I’ve never had
any success. This was an excellent opportunity
to cross him off and relax and enjoy the experience.
I swear the day of the signing was a full moon. I got there later than I wanted. Work kept me late and traffic was bad. The
evening sun blazed down on us as we waited in line. Sweat soaked through my shirt. Even when we
turned the corner and avoided the glare, it was stifling. The event started late. Inside the theater, it was
over 80 degrees. I continued to sweat.
Once inside, I got my
signed copy of his book. I flipped it
open to see if it was signed. It was. I quickly found a seat near the back and on
aisle. I sat and drank some water and waited. After a small delay, the event started and Neil instantly
captivated the audience. He read from
the book (surprisingly I enjoyed that too) and he answered questions from the
audience.
One tidbit that I remember most from his discourse concerned
Dr Who. BCC still doesn’t get how big The Doctor is in The States. Neil wrote 2 episodes of Dr Who. With a smirking smile, he mentioned that’s all
people seem to only care about. He’s constantly asked what it’s like to
have worked on the show.
He continued that everyone he meets proudly wears their Dr Who shirts,
scarfs, bags, and whatnot at his signings. All of which is totally unlicensed, which also
explains why the BBC doesn’t know how popular the show is. They aren’t getting
any royalties. Of course the crowd roared with laughter. I’m not sure he meant that as a funny comment. I won’t digress about merchandizing and
rights and royalties…we’ll all have tired head.
He talked about his favorite pen, which he signs every book
with, and how reliable it had been over the years. He also described the ink he uses which reminds
him of dried blood. And it does to me
too.
Once the talk was over, the signing started.
Well, I’m sure it was PLANNED that way. Murphy’s Law and a full moon were in effect. The signing didn't start when the talk was over. It took over an hour for the staff to get organized
enough to START to hand out numbers so groups could be called.
Con: It’s late.
Pro: I will get my chance to say thank you and see him sign
my book.
Con: It’s late.
Pro: I’m sitting.
Con: It’s late and I’m not in the first 1000 people. Yeah,
you read that right: The First 1000. Con: It’s late.
Pro: I’m sitting.
Pro: I’m sitting.
I’m speculated I'd be sitting until long long after midnight.
I waited another 30 minutes and they were just getting close to giving me a number.
I decided to get up and give up. I took my signed copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane and left.
Do I regret that? Yes.
I was exhausted the next morning. I was cranky. I can’t imagine getting even less sleep.
I heard the signing lasted until 3AM. I don't regret missing out on that part either.
AH
Wow that sounds like a major mess, they really should have planned it out better.
ReplyDeleteI overwhelmed is a better word than mess,
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