Hey, I have a friend who is having a birthday today. She is turning… awesome! Stupendous! Magnificent! And—most importantly—OLDER THAN ME. So I will nod sympathetically and pat her hair (or at least try to, from afar) all the while hoping that she will be nice to me when I reach… the birthday she’s at now.
Maybe you know my friend? Joshilyn Jackson? Seems like perhaps some of you know her. And perhaps you know that her new book just came out. Why, I’m stalking my UPS guy daily, waiting for my copy. Although, who am I kidding? I will end up going to the bookstore and buying a copy because delivery is taking too long, just like I did with her other books. And then one of my OTHER friends will get the other copy for one of THEIR birthdays.
It’s good to have friends who write books you can’t wait to read. I’m not entirely sure what Joss gets out of her side of this relationship, but damn if I haven’t already gotten some awesome reading material.
If you don’t want to go buy The Girl Who Stopped Swimming, maybe you’d prefer to go win a signed copy of it, instead. Or you could attempt to do both—an extra copy surely won’t end up going to waste. I love that Dee is asking folks to dish on the most extreme thing you did to meet a famous person. I happen to know that if you refer to Joshilyn as famous that it causes her eyes to roll right out of her head (and that’s really not a good look for anyone, though it IS pretty amusing), but the various stories I’ve read of folks making arrangements to meet her are always good ones. Why, I did my own share of stalking back in the day. Oh yes, I did.
The funny thing is that back then, I thought Joss couldn’t possibly want to be friends with someone like me, because she’s a big fancy novelist and I am… ummm… a small unfancy freelancer. But of course after a few stints in front of the mirror telling myself that I’m good enough and smart enough I finally realized that we have plenty in common (mental illness, for one thing, hooray!) and actually the differences in our careers are very central to our relationship.
Like, it gives us something to talk about when we’re drinking wine together.
It starts with me saying “I could never be a novelist! What you do is SO HARD and AMAZING!”
And then she says “I could never write for all those places you do, every single day! That would be SO HARD and also I both love you and hate you for finding all those shoe deals!”
And then I say “But you make stuff up! Good stuff!”
And then she says “But you find useful things! Good things!”
And then we have some more wine and possibly some chocolate and then we braid each others’ hair. So it all works out.
And then, too, I do things like totally embarrassing her by announcing that IT’S HER BIRTHDAY and you should wish her a happy one and also enter Dee’s contest and/or buy Joss’ new book. Because she is pretty.
And older than me.