And then I remembered.
For those of you unaware this is my recollection at the time -
Last night I dreamed that John Green swung by this blog and commented about it at Sparks Fly Up.Now to put this in perspective...this was my first month blogging. I had only just realised who John Green was (completely slow on the uptake I know) and had fallen into (what I like to call) a lit crush. I define a lit crush as equal parts admiration and desperation...on my part.
Awesome huh? Not so much.
Turns out my inability to detect typos came into play. Dream John read one of my posts and quoted it on his blog to ridicule my poor grammar. Dream John humiliated me...and my poor typing ability. (Dream analysis might say that my role as a teacher, my marking of my students and my admiration for the real JG manifested itself in me taking the student role and JG the teacher. Or I might be mental. You choose.)
Sigh. Dream John, I thought you were better than that!
Despite my lit crush, I had taken to calling John Green 'The Grammar Nazi'. I know it was a dream but it was pretty darned convincing.
Two days later he somehow found the blog (probably Google alerts - can you imagine the length of that daily email alert?) and commented. JOHN GREEN COMMENTED ON MY BLOG.
He contributed this:
At no time in a million years would I ever do such a thing! (My grammar-and-spelling house is made of too much glass for me to be throwing stones.)I had been blogging approximately twenty days at that point. You would have thought I'd be happy.
Glad I could popped up in your dreamscape. Next time, I'll try to be nicer! -John
I was mortified.
You would have thought that it would have ended there.
Oh - - how I wish it had.
Six months later I was attending the Reader Matters conference in Melbourne. There was a plethora of Australian and international authors in attendance...including John Green. At this point I had read all his work and was pretty well versed on John Green - The Author, The Nerdfigher, The Geek.
I was attending the friendly drinks portion of the first night, meeting many authors for the first time and some of the publicists I have been emailing for months. The Random House ladies were particularly nice, folding me under their awesome wings and allowing me to feel less like a loser. It took an hour and two ladies (YA author Sue Lawson and Kristen Young) to convince me to approach the scrum that had surrounded John Green and perhaps exchange some words.
I was not confident. Reading Matters is largely attended by librarians and if I had a JG lit crush, then they were at Stage 5 of whatever is the next step up. I stood in the circle that he was a part of (I had a fleeting thought that someone might break into the worm in its centre but then I realised librarians probably don't have those kind of moves) and waited. I said nothing for awhile. Those of you who know me in real life would be shocked.
I wasn't in awe (though the man is impressive, or was impressively struck with jet lag), just biding my time. The bright moment was Judith Ridge, who was also into the mix. I do believe that she allowed me the opening to introduce myself or she introduced me to him...it's a bit fuzzy. All I know is that Judith was a book-godsend, as she always is.
I finally had worked my way next to him and had my moment. What is the first thing I say?
You guessed it.
"I had a dream about you once."I am blushing just thinking about it now. I sounded like a freaking obsessed stalker who probably wanted to sniff him and grab a sample of his hair.
Of course he didn't remember. I hadn't expected him to. I managed to regroup and we had a short conversation about Maureen Johnson's 13 Little Blue Envelopes (my thoughts here, I was honest) and YouTube. John was excited because he was soon going to met Natalie from the Community Channel. I knew who she was and we were able to talk about the very cool material Natalie puts out into the Internets.
But then a lady approached.
To say 'approached' would be kind. There was an aggressiveness to her approach and she did stand in between John and myself. I had probably been monopolising him so I don't blame her for this at all. John and I were still talking and she interrupted to ask something along the lines of - what's YouTube?
All the mortification that I have suffered was immediately gone when John Green and I shared a glance after this statement. Someone had humiliated themselves more in his presence than I had - the world had righted itself :)
The next day he was on stage with the fantastic James Roy and their hour long discussion of Twilight, Hunting Elephants and John's various works was fantastic. Not only that but I got to ask a question where James made a little to-do about me being the blogger behind Persnickety Snark (which no one knew about) and they kept repeating the title of the blog between them for fun. I have never been so happy to have named my blog Persnickety Snark.
I really wish I had an audio recording of that.
Later I waited in line for my copy of An Abundance of Katherines to be signed. John remembered me - "ahhh Persnickety Snark". Not as the weird spazz who'd mentioned her dream about him but as the blogger who asked a question during the panel (even though I had been in the tiered seating very far away from stage). Not only that, he remembered the blog's name.
It made it all worth it. He wouldn't remember any of this. Accumulatively this was maybe five minutes of my life. It is just cool that I remember it!
And that is the story of my John Green dream.