The original plan was for me to finally buy Fables Deluxe Edition Vol. One which featured my favourite James Jean cover to have signed. Then I realised I had miscalculated my funds and was several thousands short of my budget for my Hongkong trip in March so I asked Julie to have my 1001 Nights of Snowfall signed along with hers instead.
I still went to Bonifacio High Street that day to take pictures though. The least I could do was get a photo of JJ signing my book.
And then Julie’s magical friends with VIP passes, Chi and Spikey, gave her their other number, and I in turn got Julie’s original number.
I did not think it would be possible for me to be any less cool talking to James Jean than when I tried to strike up a conversation with Neil Gaiman, but I was just a hot mess. I just stood there, doing the world’s best Michael Cera impression.
But he was super nice, and I was pleasantly surprised that he still sketched me a little something on my book, despite being 66th in line.
I’m really glad Fully Booked brought him back, since I missed his signing the last time he was here. There are so many more artists I’d love to meet in person, I hope they all eventually make it to Manila too.
i woke up at 4:30 in the morning to line up for Neil Gaiman’s last book signing in gateway yesterday.
hardcore, i know. i asked jake to pass my plate for me so i could skip class for this and i’m glad i did.
after hours of waiting, there were finally just about 3-5 people in line front of me. Neil looks up from signing, scans the line, looks at me and grins.
“oh, hello again.”
OMG! he remembers me!
i hand him a rather hastily gift-wrapped bottle of eficascent oil and tell him it’s for when his arm gets sore.
god, this guy can smile.
he hugs me and kisses me on the cheek.
and the staff didn’t get a shot of it! all they got were pictures of me talking to him. bloody hell.
as he was leaving gateway, the crowd cheers him on and starts edging closer to touch him or whatever. i held back, not wanting to be part of a potentially dangerous mob and Neil Gaiman reached out to me for a split-second-pseudo-handshake.
i wan’t even trying to get his attention, but i got it anyway.
that man hasn’t got a shred of arrogance in him. he has every right to, but he doesn’t.