Who The Hell Are You?
Reading jimvanpelt's LJ this morning made me remember something about WisCon that made me smile.
A lot of people came up and asked me, "Are you a writer?" Dude, I have no idea how to respond to that. Usually I try to be funny, as the question makes me so uncomfortable. Maybe next year I'll print writer in training or something.
Someone else asked me, "Are you famous?" which I found easier to answer, with a chirpy "Wait a while!"
The cheekiest in this category was when I was in a moronic you-wanna-piece-of-me exchange with colonelrowe. Witnessed by gumboeditor (who can do Great Stone Face even better than my dad; must be something about Iowa), we were waving (metaphorical) genitalia around.
"Are you a Hugo-nominated writer?" he challenged me.
"Yeah!" I shot back.
He looked up at gumboeditor. "Is she?"
gumboeditor impassively shook his head. "No."
Way to get my back, dude! "Well--!" I huffed. "Not yet!"
I get really optimistic when the libations flow, I tell ya....
A lot of people came up and asked me, "Are you a writer?" Dude, I have no idea how to respond to that. Usually I try to be funny, as the question makes me so uncomfortable. Maybe next year I'll print writer in training or something.
Someone else asked me, "Are you famous?" which I found easier to answer, with a chirpy "Wait a while!"
The cheekiest in this category was when I was in a moronic you-wanna-piece-of-me exchange with colonelrowe. Witnessed by gumboeditor (who can do Great Stone Face even better than my dad; must be something about Iowa), we were waving (metaphorical) genitalia around.
"Are you a Hugo-nominated writer?" he challenged me.
"Yeah!" I shot back.
He looked up at gumboeditor. "Is she?"
gumboeditor impassively shook his head. "No."
Way to get my back, dude! "Well--!" I huffed. "Not yet!"
I get really optimistic when the libations flow, I tell ya....