Some of you are familiar with my established stalking of Jen Lancaster (My Fair Lazy, on bookshelves now!), and how my friend and I made a pilgrimage to see her that ended up ugly and could have been uglier. But really, was somuchfunbesttimeever. I did finish My Fair Lazy, and I loved it, but I'm going into it ready to love it anyway, so take that recommendation with a grain of salt.
As part of my stalking program, I like to contact my victims, but I'm a top shelf criminal and only write when I have a reason. Therefore, it was with gratitude that I wrote Jen Lancaster a few weeks ago upon my return from Chicago. There are a couple of reasons for writing:
- Aspiring writers are always fobbing their work off on someone more successful, because they always hope someone will read their stuff and say, "Why does she not have an agent and a book deal yet?" It's a little like buying a Powerball ticket - you can't win if you don't play, but your chances of winning are about the same as Lindsay Lohan straightening her life out.
- The more authors I stalk, the more I realize how many stalkers they have. Julie Powell, of Julie & Julia fame, allows comments on her blog, and I would say 80% of them are telling her to go read their work, 10% of them are calling her a slut, and the other 10% say they love her. I stay in the Love Her 10% because I feel bad that she gets bugged so much. Jen Lancaster has said in interviews that a large volume of her mail is people trying to get her to read their stuff, or complaining at her that she doesn't blog enough anymore. Okay, I do send her links to my blog when I write. But the reason for writing is always to compliment her work - I have Stalker Standards!
- I truly appreciate the authors who blog, do Facebook, Twitter, etc, and do the signings. They do actually have lives, and keeping up with all of the social media, fan requests, and book events keeps them from their marriages, kids, pets, lives, and writing more great material. It's a sacrifice that Jen Lancaster probably doesn't have to make anymore, and yet, she does.
So....here is the e-mail I sent to her:
On Mon, May 17, 2010 at 11:11 AM, Julie wrote:
Attended your signing at Borders last Friday, sorry to say I was *ahem* mildly intoxicated after long wet lunch at Ralph Lauren, but you, and Fletch (whom my 40-something sorority posse jumped after books signed) were lovely. Thanks for doing the appearances, your fans love love love them (except for woman behind me without the coveted BLUE wristband, who nearly took out a blade and cut Borders employees - Xanax, over here, STAT!)
I'm aware that you have around two seconds to yourself a day and are trying to buy your short sale house and pet your animals, but if you have time to kill I blogged, with interesting photos, about our day-long stalking of your signing, and how my Borders Rewards card got revoked. No need to reply, just wanted to say thanks!
Halfway through MFL, love it. Good luck with the house.
Julie, drunk woman who tried not to fall on you during signing
And here is the reply I received this morning:
Thanks for coming! It was fun and it's always a thrill not to be thrown up on!
I love her. I'm sure she replies to most, if not all, of her fan mail. But really? Look how long and detailed my message is to her. Clearly, I'm obsessed. Why does she keep encouraging me this way? Someone needs to have a talk with Jen, because I can't be held responsible for what I do at the next signing I attend. After the restraining order expires.
It's always a thrill to get something back from someone you admire. I hope something unexpected and wonderful happens in your day today as well, Gentle Reader!