Archive for April 2012
Hello again, friends! Time for another installment of my experiences from the fabulous World Horror Convention 2012, in Salt Lake City, Utah. I would like to dedicate this one to all of the wonderful people that I met in person, whom up until then, had only been friends through email and facebook.
This may sound crazy to those of you not in the industry, but nowadays, books and even whole magazines are put together by a staff of many people who often have never met in person. Dark Moon Books is no different. I had dealt with Stan, conversing sometimes several times a day through email, for over a year as we put together the stories that would become Ad Nauseam, without having ever heard each others voices!
WHC was the first time that we were to meet, as well as many other members of the staff and some very great face book friends. I was nervous, but at the same time, I felt as though I’d known Stan my whole life. And you know what? I might as well have. Meeting Stan wasn’t awkward at all, in fact, he was just as I’d imagined him to be. It felt great to hug the man that had given me my first break in the industry, both by publishing my first short story AND my first fiction collection. Dark Moon Books, but particularly Stan Swanson, has been a huge force in my life lately and I can’t tell you how wonderful it was to meet and spend time with him. Hell, just to hug him. I love Stan Swanson, and I honestly feel like he and the Dark moon crew are now family to me.
Besides Stan, some other Dark Moon people that I got the pleasure of meeting were my editor Mina Matthews, Lori Michelle, Max Booth III, Micheal O’Neal, Abner Goodwin, and Eric Guinard. Last, but certainly not least, my fellow Ovalteens (it’s an inside thing) Jennifer Word, Craig Garrett and Julie Jansen! (We missed you so much Axel!)
From one of my favorite Facebook groups, Kindle Horror Books, I met Stacey Turner, Paul Dail, Mark Scioneaux, Robert Shane Wilson, Jennifer Wilson, Charles Day and Andy The Undead Reviewer Taylor. They were all exactly like they are on the computer. A little bit goofy, but so fun to be around. Everyone was great, and I’m sure I’m leaving some of you out, forgive me if you would. I could go on and on about all my wonderful friends, but I think I will leave you now to just enjoy a few pictures of them. It is my most heart-felt desire that I will someday meet every last one of you. Well, not the crazy ones, but most of you! Much Love—C.W. LaSart
Hi friends! Sorry I have taken so long to post the next installment of my experiences at the World Horror Convention 2012, but I’ve been very busy doing…um…writerly things Okay, okay! I was playing Angry Birds. DON’T JUDGE ME! You know you play it too. I just love squashing those little piggies…but I digress.
I’ve already covered the fact that I met Joe McKinney and shared some cheap, cake flavored vodka with him, surreal moment number one. Today I want to tell you about surreal moment number two, meeting Mr. Robert McCammon.
When I was young and first started reading horror, I cut my teeth on King like most, but I found Robert McCammon maybe six months later and I was IN LOVE! Of course, King is the top of the mountain, a force unlike any other in the industry, but McCammon is right up there with him in my book. Those two dudes are some serious rockstars! I read everything he’d ever put out there. Flying through Swan Song, Stinger, Wolf’s Hour, They Thirst and the myriad of others. When he took a hiatus from writing for 20 years, I was devastated. But he’s back my friends, and better than ever.
When I found out that he was one of the guests of honor for WHC 2012, I was ecstatic, but also very nervous. For the first time ever, I may at some point be in the same room as one of my biggest idols. I made Lou promise me that should we be near Robert, and should I get a strange look on my face, he would drag me away before I did something crazy like hugging the poor man or climbing him like a tree. He readily agreed, due to his discomfort whenever I climb other men like trees.
Robert didn’t arrive until Friday morning and he was very quiet, no fan-fare, just a normally dressed guy standing in the hotel lobby, his badge in his hand rather than around his neck in what I assume was an attempt to not attract attention. Of course, I knew who he was the second I saw him! I got all breathy and weird, clutching my friends and pointing to him while whispering a little too loudly (okay, a LOT too loudly) That’s him! That’s Robert McCammon! He noticed my bizarre behavior and tried to slip away before my obviously rabid fandom oozed his way. I convinced my dear friend Julie Jansen to follow and invite him to the Dark Moon party that night, but he evaded her as she ran after, close to running by now himself, and we all ended up laughing about it like loons.
He stayed fairly scarce for the rest of the day, ensconced in a few panels and I can only assume, hiding from me, but was one of the many authors that attended the mass signing later that night. Finally! A reason to talk to him! Yay me! But wait, I forgot to bring one of my many books by McCammon. Ah hell, what was a semi-psychotic fan to do? Thank God a last minute stop at one of the used book vendors turned up an ancient copy of Bethany’s Sin, and we were on our way.
I waited in line for a very long time, my palms sweating, my head spinning and my stomach turning. Finally it was my turn. Play it cool Caren. Don’t gush. He’s just a normal person. No he’s not! He’s Robert Fuckin McCammon! YOU’RE NOT WORTHY!!!! In the end, I think I did okay. I quietly told him that I was a huge fan, and even got up the courage to ask for a photo. He’s so very cute in person. Even his autograph is cute. He was super nice and posed with me, his hand resting lightly on my arm. I swear I felt his genius tingle through me where he touched. I didn’t climb him like a tree as I’d feared, and best of all? Due to my mastery of disguise and multiple costume changes, I don’t think he recognized me from the lobby.