Today was the second day of WWC 2017 in Calgary, and I was having too much fun! Now you have to remember something, Guy Gavriel Kay is one of the keynote speakers at WWC this year, and he is one of ‘those’ authors to me. He is the one whose words I read when I need to compare my writing to the best of what ‘real’ fantasy should feel like. His words, and the way I feel when he uses them, is why I write the way I do.
The conference was now 2/3 over and I still hadn’t had the time or the mobility to attend any of his sessions. So I figured on not getting the chance to meet Mr Kay in person, and was just relaxing and having fun with all the new authors and readers that I was meeting.
I thought about joining the line at the autograph session, maybe have a chance to meet him for 3-seconds and ask the one burning question that has always haunted me about his book Tigana, but the que stretched right out the ballroom doors, clearly not possible to me with my razor wire knees. Right then, before I could even process the disappointment, my body caught up with my brain and yelled STOP in a you-will-sit-down-now voice that I couldn’t ignore.
So I called for help and my faithful knight, Sir Michael of Bunning, revved up the chrome charger and dashed to my rescue. I grabbed my books and bags and ran, okay walked, okay wombled, up to the main gates. And wouldn’t you know, as I was standing waiting for Mike to pull up in the Van, Mr Kay walks across the parking lot in front of me and we exchanged a few pleasantries.
“Thank you for coming” “Oh, I love coming to Calgary” “Have a good night” that kind of stuff.. but I’d met him. Angels sang and neon stars flashed in my eyes (okay no, but it was cool). Mr Kay walked away across the parking lot, just as the great blue charger rounded the corner to pick me up.
“NO!” I screamed (internally I hope). “Don’t run over that one, he’s important.”
Brakes work, heart works, sweat glands working overtime, all while Mr Kay walked calmly into the hotel, never knowing the tragedy that almost happened.
I hope Mr Kay didn’t hear me, but my husband did, his first words when I lumbered into the truck were, “You know you said that out loud, don’t you?” Damn!