December 1st, 2002
I have a feeling that in the unlikely event that I should some day attend a science fiction convention this story is a pretty fair depiction of how well I'd handle meeting a favourite author. Either that, or I'd just start incoherently rambling about how great all their work was.
(Yes, I know they're just ordinary people who happen to write books for a living. But knowing it and acting on that knowledge are two very different things.)