I arrive early and wander into the coffee shop at the library. My jaw drops and I try to keep it together. The last thing I want is to look like an idiot, too late, considering I’m standing there catching flies. Sitting in the middle of the shop is the one, the only, Rachel Caine. Fangirl gushes to the surface, but I smack her down, manage to shut my mouth and head to the counter.
Waiting for my dose of caffeine I sneak covert looks—okay, not so covert. I’m no Bond girl—at the woman. Don’t go over there. Go over there. Hey, she deserves her quiet time before she has to stand there fielding questions from crazy fans like yours truly. The little war raging in my head is cut short as she gets up to leave and comes to a complete halt when one of the librarians escorts her away.
With a sigh of relief, I silently thank the librarian for taking her away before I make a complete dork out of myself. Problem is they don’t take her far enough. They’re gathered at the front desk chatting and that’s when I notice she’s wearing the ankle boots she tweeted about.
There it is again no longer lurking in the shadows, but pushing to the surface. Fangirl! I fight the urge to squeal and point for that would surly turn into clapping and jumping up and down as I giggle. I’ve got to get a hold of myself, no woman my age should be acting like this! Hell, I didn’t act this childish when I was in my twenties and met Kip Winger. And he kissed my hand. Luckily the librarian leads her away.
With yet another sigh of relief I start watching for Cheryl. Yes, that Cheryl. Oops sorry I forgot you can’t see me pointing to my fellow SW buddy. You can read about her take on our night out at Learn To Write Fiction. I promise it will be a lot more polished, professional and educational too. As I wait for Cheryl and her beau I wander the magazine racks and guess who is sitting just beyond them. The little war starts again but I side with the little angel on my right shoulder and make my way toward the doors.
Now that little sigh of relief is triggered by the arrival of, oh so calm, Cheryl. If I were her I’d head for the hills at the sight of my glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. Instead she grins and shows me what I kick myself for not thinking of, her camera.
Five on the dot the doors open and we enter the conference room. This is where Fangirl shows up again. Rachel is doing a PowerPoint presentation and her desktop is projected onto the wall. ‘Damn,’ I say to Cheryl, ‘I’m looking into a real writer’s computer.’ She laughs, but I feel like some big secret has been revealed to me.
When the program begins I manage to stop gawking and pay attention. I even take notes. The Hammer Films retrospect hits a soft spot, Fangirl of course is screeching in my ear, ‘She likes Hammer Films too!’ I’m a little more than tired of her and her antics, it’s become easier to ignore. Then Rachel decides to do the drawing for the door prizes.
One guess as to whose number she draws for the grand prize. Fangirl…I mean mine. Walking over to accept my prize—the audio of Glass Houses—I attempt to hold my breath. Yeah, that works. Instead of keeping my cool I stand there like a moron and try to hand her my ticket. The librarian looks at me a little strangely, but hey I deserve it.
Once the program is over I get the extreme pleasure of meeting the people behind bringing Rachel to Iowa. Rockwell City Librarian Sarah Weiss and her partner in crime Cosmetologist Angel Crouse. These girls are a delight and not only does one work in a library like yours truly, but the other is a stylist my previous profession! Talk about a cowinky-dink. The girls as well as Rachel graciously agree to let us post their picture and even their real names, none of that changing the names to protect the innocent stuff. After all the only thing they are guilty of is bringing the magic that is Rachel Caine to Iowa and writing damn good books!
And with that we put Fangirl back in the shadowy recesses of my mind where she belongs. Call her out at your own risk. Pointing, clapping, jumping and much giggling will ensue. Not to mention incessant babbling!