A funny thing happened on what began as just another regular afternoon at the library - I met one of the most-honoured authors of fiction in recent history. I met legendary Canadian writer Margaret Atwood.
Here's how it all happened...
When I got to the library around 2:30pm, I saw a poster ad for her event - to be held on the second floor in the same building later that night. Not thinking much of it, I went about doing my research for my paper for the next 4 hours.
- Just write. Put it out there. Somewhere out there are your ideal readers.
- You cannot control how your readers will interpret your writing.
- You can't know how your writing will affect them.
- Even if you don't know who's going to read it, just keep on writing.
At the back of the room they set up a long table where Ms. Atwood would sign autographs for the people who brought and bought copies of her book. Ian Brown was also there, talking to some of the people, having his photo taken, and even signing copies of his books. I only had one shot to take a picture with him since he was about to leave. I'm so glad it turned out perfect.
The lineup was long and two of her assistants was helping her along. She signed book after book and took photos with some of the people. I wasn't even in the line. I was just standing near the table taking photos of her signing her books.
After seeing it slowly dwindling down, I went to the back of the line and grabbed the program pamphlet they provided and asked her to sign it. I gotta admit I was nervous. I think I stuttered when I introduced myself. She signed the pamphlet and one of her assistants finally took our photo.