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On Thursday, Ursula K. Le Guin saw the art I did to promote her appearances in Olympia and Aberdeen, and on Friday, I met Ursula K. Le Guin.
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westrider, Erik and I went to see her read from A Wizard of Earthsea and speak (She has a lovely reading voice, btw). Peter and I hung about afterward to get things signed while Erik hunted down vast quantities of ice cream.
First, one of my coworkers pulled me out of line, and shouted that I had done the original artwork used for the posters. People asked me to sign them! And they weren't giggling or anything!
Then the TRL executive director pulled me up to the front to introduce me to Ms. Le Guin. I told her what I've been telling everyone:
This job was a chance for an author I really admire to hate my art.
"Well, you failed."
Um...squee?
Not wanting to hold up the long line with books to sign, I joinedwestrider back at the end of the line. Signed a few more posters, too. :) When we got 'round to the front again there weren't many people left, so I actually got to chat with her a bit, explain that I HAD read the book* and I knew the otak was dead before Ged had Lookfar ("Of course, it's artistic license!"), say that I'd gotten in trouble for reading her work when I was supposed to be reading something else in 7th grade, and generally try to contain the fangirlishness.
I met Ursula Le Guin, and she liked my art. Giddy does not begin to describe it.
*Multiple times, and most recently with a notebook for keeping track of visual clues.
westrider, Erik and I went to see her read from A Wizard of Earthsea and speak (She has a lovely reading voice, btw). Peter and I hung about afterward to get things signed while Erik hunted down vast quantities of ice cream.First, one of my coworkers pulled me out of line, and shouted that I had done the original artwork used for the posters. People asked me to sign them! And they weren't giggling or anything!
Then the TRL executive director pulled me up to the front to introduce me to Ms. Le Guin. I told her what I've been telling everyone:
This job was a chance for an author I really admire to hate my art.
"Well, you failed."
Um...squee?
Not wanting to hold up the long line with books to sign, I joined
westrider back at the end of the line. Signed a few more posters, too. :) When we got 'round to the front again there weren't many people left, so I actually got to chat with her a bit, explain that I HAD read the book* and I knew the otak was dead before Ged had Lookfar ("Of course, it's artistic license!"), say that I'd gotten in trouble for reading her work when I was supposed to be reading something else in 7th grade, and generally try to contain the fangirlishness.I met Ursula Le Guin, and she liked my art. Giddy does not begin to describe it.
*Multiple times, and most recently with a notebook for keeping track of visual clues.
