in times of stress, i either forget large chunks of things or i write everything down. the two are directly related. if i write them down, i don't forget them. if i don't, i do.
which is unfortunate, because spring was so busy that a lot of stories slipped through the cracks. and i feel as though, now that i'm here, i'm finally having the opportunity to process them. well, at least those i can remember.
i'd completely forgotten about that one time i spoke to andrew morton until a friend inquired whether i'd asked anyone where the loo was. and then i was like, ohmygosh, one time i spoke to andrew morton.
THE ANDREW MORTON.
this was at the biographer's conference, after my somewhat numbingly horrific experience on a social media panel. as a palate cleanser, i attended a panel on which THE ANDREW MORTON sat.
the panel was good. and when it was over, i summoned all of my nerve and approached THE ANDREW MORTON, boasting to him that i had once demanded the mississippi state university student bookstore special order a copy of his monica lewinsky biography for me.
i did this and then THE ANDREW MORTON asked me where a colleague of ours was and, in the worst accidental english accent ever, i said, "i believe he's in the loo."
THE ANDREW MORTON looked askance at me, probably trying to determine whether i was mocking him or just a moron, thanked me and walked away, in the direction- btw- opposite of the loo.
THE ANDREW MORTON.
this was at the biographer's conference, after my somewhat numbingly horrific experience on a social media panel. as a palate cleanser, i attended a panel on which THE ANDREW MORTON sat.
the panel was good. and when it was over, i summoned all of my nerve and approached THE ANDREW MORTON, boasting to him that i had once demanded the mississippi state university student bookstore special order a copy of his monica lewinsky biography for me.
i did this and then THE ANDREW MORTON asked me where a colleague of ours was and, in the worst accidental english accent ever, i said, "i believe he's in the loo."
THE ANDREW MORTON looked askance at me, probably trying to determine whether i was mocking him or just a moron, thanked me and walked away, in the direction- btw- opposite of the loo.
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This reminds me of the book launch scene in Bridget Jones's Diary. In the best way possible.
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