I’m embarrassed to say that I flaked on writing a post about my July/Neil Gaiman Chicago adventure. I did write about my evening as soon as I got back to the hostel but I didn’t get around to typing it up. :( Figures I actually accomplish one of this years goals and neglect to talk about it. So I hope the reblog is enough to satisfy people’s curiosity. (also check out the links at the end of this post)
As for my take on the evening. I loved it and honestly I was so involved in the moment that I don’t really
remember anything other than I was happy, laughing, and absorbing his words. There is something he said that I’d like to share. His response to the question, what do you do when you get writers block.
Mr. Gaimans initially said that he went for walks, but then he rethought the question and produced the following answer, which I am paraphrasing.
He doesn’t like the term “writers block” because it implies that something external or godlike, is keeping you from writing. As if something has taken away your ability to work through the issue. Instead a writer should use the word “stuck” because that’s internal. That’s an issue that the writer can control and work through. It’s all a matter of perspective.
Perspective…I’m not sure if he used that exact phrase, but that is how I understood his meaning. In life our perspective is key, it’s how our brain/mind organizes things and tells us whether we are able to take the next step. Are we blocked, or just stuck?
After waiting for 2 hours (which is better than most and I didn’t have anything else better to do) I finally had my chance to meet him in person. Unfortunately when the moment arrived I felt awkward. Which is never how you want to present yourself to someone you admire. I allowed my tiredness, nervousness, and feelings of insecurity to darken the moment. Meanwhile he was tired, so the energy I was expecting just wasn’t there. Needless to say I felt like an idiot and didn’t say two words to him… Sigh… A little later, after the people behind me had their books signed, I found my courage, but when I went to talk to him he was not at the signing table. I assume he was taking a break before the next batch of fans were brought in. :( Maybe, in the future, I’ll actually untie my tongue and use it when I’m in front of someone whose work I admire/enjoy, instead of after I had my chance.
I got back to the hostel around 1 am and spent the next day wandering around Lincoln Heights.
I was only in Chicago for a night and a day, but it was a mini-vacation that I needed. A vacation I would not have taken if Neil Gaiman didn’t decide to stop in Chicago on his “hostage” tour. :)
So thanks Neil, I had a lovely time. Maybe if I ever meet you again I’ll actually say something. :)
Love and Light,
- Why I spent $300 to go to a Neil Gaiman book signing and didn’t get anything signed (womph.net)
- The year I saw Neil Gaiman (three times) (nicoledegennaro.wordpress.com)
- And then the PLC met Neil Gaiman (parkinglotconfessional.com)