*flails* It's Sarah Rees Brennan's birthday, and I'm late again. >.<;;;;;
Sarah Rees Brennan --> Maya --> mistful
is (a) the reason why I'm willing to walk into a bookstore again and look into new books (b) a wealth of bookish knowledge and expertise I've been desperately waiting to tap into my whole life (c) a fanfic writer so skilled and witty I will actually read copious fic for a fandom I usually don't patron of a pairing I normally avoid because of my personal opinion of its likelihood (if you're interested, it's "slim to none") (d) a new author coming out with the first of her debut YA SFF trilogy in Germany in March of 2009 (because US and UK take longer, apparently) for which I will happily learn German
and find a way to purchase it online just for the chance to read it earlier
(is that too much italicising? my "melodrama" instincts are perking again) (e) ALL OF THE ABOVE.
Hence, the flailing. About a year ago I ran across her work Drop Dead Gorgeous
(reasonable use of italics, hurray) while halfway through infiltrating the lovely FastForward Sarge's pro-SasuNaru RYFG Yahoo!group (incidentally, curiosity killed the cat and nothing Eugene O'Neill says can change that), fell on the floor laughing (can you keep track of my manic ADD parenthetic-interjection-infested narrative? I know I can't), looked up the author, discovered a personality overwhelmingly worthy of stalkage, read all her public LJ posts, friended her, and started a cult. Okay, maybe not the last part, but I should have! Because somewhere around--oh, was it November? It might have been November--she landed an amazing multi-figure book deal that splashed her fame all over the internet and beyond. That's an awful lot of cult members; we might even weigh out Scientology and Dahn Yoga if we recruit hard enough. Shortly after, she Came Out on LJ, gave her name as Brennan, Sarah Rees, and collected several hundred more rabid fans (If not several thousand). Even more exciting, despite having been a BNF (Big Name Fan for those who, like me, are constantly out of the loop) for like forever and rapidly becoming an actual celebrity, she actually responds thoughtfully to comments on her journal
. (And let me tell you, those italics were quite
merited (those too!).)
Have I said hence-the-flailing yet? I have? Good.
So, it's her birthday, and I don't know quite what to do (seeing as I'm a bit of a no-name, after all, and that's most certainly the way I like it) besides spontaneously (and impotently) declaring today (September 21--at least I think it's not midnight yet...Lord, but I do suck at this birthday thing) an international book-loving holiday; I don't know her personally, she doesn't know me personally, I highly doubt she reads my elljay, and have I mentioned the flailing yet?
I don't know what to do. This is pretty much what it's like for me all the time, so I guess I'll do what I always do: something rather stupid with a lot of big words thrown on top to make it seem like the appropriate thing to do. (Hey, it's gotten me this far...) I copied D_T's idea of birthday posts earlier, and though I'd thought to limit that to friends/people who actually read my journal, the flailing won out. And look, it's not even f-locked (at least, I think
it isn't; this technology claptrap-whippersnappers-etc. tends to confound me, and then deliver a swift kick in the ovaries). Yay?
So, celebrating how cool I think Sarah Rees Brennan/Maya is, this post is born. And it took less than an hour, holy crap. That's a first...
--oh wait, the joke's over? Sorry about that...)
(See? Even thinking about her makes me more verbose! She chafes the rust off my vocabulary despite years in inner-city Boston--which is quite the achievement, let me tell you [vague approximation of audience/friends/my mother/my cat--oh, who am I kidding, my cat hates me].)