At one point, some flyers went up on the walls of the hotel in convention space, asking members to please help Ursula enjoy the convention by not asking her to sign any more books, since she was being besieged and she had already done a big official autographing session. (It's pretty frustrating to not be able to have a conversation without every second sentence being interrupted by a nice person with another armload of books -- while it is perfectly understandable that the nice person would want to do it, if they were unaware of the effect, anyhow. Hence the sign spreading awareness.)
Shortly thereafter, a postscript appeared on the flyers saying that Ursula was great, and had scheduled one more autographing section on the following day. Seemed to me like a very generous and gracious thing for her to do.
Me, I didn't go have her sign anything. But I do have a pleased memory of the couple minutes she spent browsing my table and being amused by some necklace titles. (I think she rather liked "Next Talking Fish 500 Miles.") The other memory I pair with that one is from five or ten years back, when I was in the audience at a panel she was on, and raised my hand to ask a question, and she called on me by name, and I realized that no, my name badge was not visible, and she had actually called me by name because she knew it. I kinda dissolved into fangirl bliss for a while there, but did my best not to become a complete puddle in conspicuous ways. ("She called on me by name! Sell my clothes; I've gone to heaven!")
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Date: 2003-05-26 09:58 pm (UTC)At one point, some flyers went up on the walls of the hotel in convention space, asking members to please help Ursula enjoy the convention by not asking her to sign any more books, since she was being besieged and she had already done a big official autographing session. (It's pretty frustrating to not be able to have a conversation without every second sentence being interrupted by a nice person with another armload of books -- while it is perfectly understandable that the nice person would want to do it, if they were unaware of the effect, anyhow. Hence the sign spreading awareness.)
Shortly thereafter, a postscript appeared on the flyers saying that Ursula was great, and had scheduled one more autographing section on the following day. Seemed to me like a very generous and gracious thing for her to do.
Me, I didn't go have her sign anything. But I do have a pleased memory of the couple minutes she spent browsing my table and being amused by some necklace titles. (I think she rather liked "Next Talking Fish 500 Miles.") The other memory I pair with that one is from five or ten years back, when I was in the audience at a panel she was on, and raised my hand to ask a question, and she called on me by name, and I realized that no, my name badge was not visible, and she had actually called me by name because she knew it. I kinda dissolved into fangirl bliss for a while there, but did my best not to become a complete puddle in conspicuous ways. ("She called on me by name! Sell my clothes; I've gone to heaven!")