I met Dave Barry the other day at the National Press Club. Astounding, I know. The fact that “they” even let me into the press club in itself was a miracle, let alone the fact that they let me get within inches of THE MAN. (More on WHY I was even there tomorrow.)
Seriously. Authors, at least in my mind, are MEGA STARS. Having worked in the music industry for years, I can hold my own with movie stars and singers. I don’t get flustered. I stay calm and collected.
AUTHORS, on the other hand, make me all giddy and stupid.
So what did I do when faced with such an amazing opportunity? Did I seize the day? Did I approach them with confidence and compliment them on their literature? Did I hand them my blog card and invite them to check it out?
Nothing about his work. Nothing about how much his writing has influenced me. I didn’t even tell him he was funny. EVERYBODY TELLS HIM HE IS FUNNY! As for Amy and Ridley… never even approached them. I was way to shy. CAN YOU SAY “MISSED OPPORTUNITY?”
FOR THE RECORD: Here is picture proof that I was a grinning idiot at the press conference. Yup. I’m a cheese-ball like that.