In a comment in the previous post, ace Aussie writer Penni Russon wrote:
When I met a certain iconic Australian’s children author I said ‘You don’t look at all like I imagined you!’ at which she was extremely offended, I think she thought I was saying there was something wrong with the way she looked which there wasn’t.
This reminded me that when I was little I thought all writers were old and had gray hair and walked with a cane. So when I met Angela Carter (not proper met—she was just signing a book for me) I was astonished at how young she was (though she did have grey hair).
Did any of you have such expectations?
And have any of you made a fool of yourselves when meeting a fave writer? I made such a fool of myself when I first met Ursula Le Guin that I cannot even share the anecdote. I’m still too traumatised. She’s one of my favourite writers ever! And I buggered up meeting her! Aaargh!
Please to share your anecdotes, though. Anonymously if necessary.