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Fannish Squee
Jul. 8th, 2014 03:34 pmFirst, because I forgot to post this here earlier, the newest chapter in UnJust Cause is up at WattPad: http://www.wattpad.com/58616453-unjust-cause-part-15-a-damn-dam
Yes, that's right, it's called "Part 15: Damn Dam" because I'm silly like that (and it does make sense in the story). In this installment, the two demons continue to interrogate Alex...
But, all that's just on the wayside. I have to tell you about my fan Squee and then my Con Squee. First of all, today, I discovered that a BN-Bleach-F (translation: "Big Name-Bleach-Fan") Blog List Girl gave me a shout-out over the weekend in this post: http://bleachlists.tumblr.com/post/91012839497/what-if-askin-nakk-le-vaar-is-aizen. If you scroll down far enough, you'll see she actually physically links back to my post: http://junko222.tumblr.com/post/87130560407/conspiracy-theory-aizen-is-already-among-us-part-ii.
OMG. SQUEES. *dies of squee*
Also, while I was at con, I went to the bathroom (like you do. A LOT.) and there was a woman standing in line with me, who leans over and whispers, "Are you junko from AO3?" and I was like, *looks around* "Yeeeeees," and she says, "I'm Opalsong--" before she can finish her sentence I'm all "You podficced 'Teamwork for Hire'" (my Bleach/Free x-over: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1074017)
More squee.
Much squee.
And, then I also had a con squee for my professional side. I went to listen to one of the many Urban Fantasy panels, mostly because Adam Stemple was on it. Adam is in our writers' group and has a tendency--even worse than mine--to say out loud everything that goes through his head. This makes him a phenomenal panelist, because: Stop, Adam, no, oh God, too late! is always a thing that happens. At any rate, I'm listening to the panel and it's all interesting. I learned about a new fantasist from Detroit that I'm going to have to look up, erm... here he is, Emmy Jackson. Anyway, this is not the squee. At the end of the panel I decided to go up and harass Adam (because that's fun) and Emma Bull starts talking to me like she knows me. Now, I've been on a ton of panels with Emma in the past, but, c'mon. I don't expect the mother of urban fantasy to remember me, the local nobody, from one day to the next. Then, I realize she's saying something to me about *my* writing. I start listening and I hear things like, "Such an amazing, quirky voice. You had me laughing." And, I'm thinking, "Huh? Are you joking?" and because I'm actually quite a bit like Adam, I actually say OUT LOUD, "Are you kidding me?" She's of course taken aback, because here she's been so complimentary to a fellow author. We stare at each other for a second. She finally blinks and says, "Oh, of course, because of your humor writing, you must always get people who are wondering how to read your work." I don't remember the rest of our conversation because I was thinking, "Okay, no, this was real. She really likes my writing. What the hell? What she read? When did I get on Emma Bull's radar? Is this really happening?" and then I think we said goodbye when my mind was screaming, "Tell her how much she influenced you! Tell her War for the Oaks was the book you read over and over and how you swore ONE DAY to be as awesome (if not more awesome) as the Scribblies!" but, you know, it was all over before I knew it had started.
OMG. SQUEE.
Yes, that's right, it's called "Part 15: Damn Dam" because I'm silly like that (and it does make sense in the story). In this installment, the two demons continue to interrogate Alex...
But, all that's just on the wayside. I have to tell you about my fan Squee and then my Con Squee. First of all, today, I discovered that a BN-Bleach-F (translation: "Big Name-Bleach-Fan") Blog List Girl gave me a shout-out over the weekend in this post: http://bleachlists.tumblr.com/post/91012839497/what-if-askin-nakk-le-vaar-is-aizen. If you scroll down far enough, you'll see she actually physically links back to my post: http://junko222.tumblr.com/post/87130560407/conspiracy-theory-aizen-is-already-among-us-part-ii.
OMG. SQUEES. *dies of squee*
Also, while I was at con, I went to the bathroom (like you do. A LOT.) and there was a woman standing in line with me, who leans over and whispers, "Are you junko from AO3?" and I was like, *looks around* "Yeeeeees," and she says, "I'm Opalsong--" before she can finish her sentence I'm all "You podficced 'Teamwork for Hire'" (my Bleach/Free x-over: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1074017)
More squee.
Much squee.
And, then I also had a con squee for my professional side. I went to listen to one of the many Urban Fantasy panels, mostly because Adam Stemple was on it. Adam is in our writers' group and has a tendency--even worse than mine--to say out loud everything that goes through his head. This makes him a phenomenal panelist, because: Stop, Adam, no, oh God, too late! is always a thing that happens. At any rate, I'm listening to the panel and it's all interesting. I learned about a new fantasist from Detroit that I'm going to have to look up, erm... here he is, Emmy Jackson. Anyway, this is not the squee. At the end of the panel I decided to go up and harass Adam (because that's fun) and Emma Bull starts talking to me like she knows me. Now, I've been on a ton of panels with Emma in the past, but, c'mon. I don't expect the mother of urban fantasy to remember me, the local nobody, from one day to the next. Then, I realize she's saying something to me about *my* writing. I start listening and I hear things like, "Such an amazing, quirky voice. You had me laughing." And, I'm thinking, "Huh? Are you joking?" and because I'm actually quite a bit like Adam, I actually say OUT LOUD, "Are you kidding me?" She's of course taken aback, because here she's been so complimentary to a fellow author. We stare at each other for a second. She finally blinks and says, "Oh, of course, because of your humor writing, you must always get people who are wondering how to read your work." I don't remember the rest of our conversation because I was thinking, "Okay, no, this was real. She really likes my writing. What the hell? What she read? When did I get on Emma Bull's radar? Is this really happening?" and then I think we said goodbye when my mind was screaming, "Tell her how much she influenced you! Tell her War for the Oaks was the book you read over and over and how you swore ONE DAY to be as awesome (if not more awesome) as the Scribblies!" but, you know, it was all over before I knew it had started.
OMG. SQUEE.
