After years and years of being a fan, I finally met Maureen Johnson tonight! She was at Cassandra Clare’s book signing.
She is pretty freakin’ awesome and fantastic.
She asked me if I was British, then told me I have a unique accent because I really sound British despite the fact that I’m not.
She said, “I’m sorry for posting 6,000 tweets a day,” and when I told her how much I loved her twitter she did a little dance.
I will admit her stare is actually intimidating. I forgot to tell her how upset I was over the ending of Madness. And as luck would have it, it was suddenly my turn to meet Cassandra Clare and I had to move on.
And I was immediately distracted by a rather attractive assistant putting his arm around me to lead me to her table. Mmmmm unexpected pseudo-hugs from attractive men.