The toddler has played his opening gambit for Christmas presents. I went to pick him up and was relayed a story of learning about different emotions during the day. His…
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The toddler has played his opening gambit for Christmas presents. I went to pick him up and was relayed a story of learning about different emotions during the day. His…
Last week, I met J. K. Rowling! I’ve now calmed down enough to tell the tale.
Working at Little, Brown has many benefits, but for a Harry Potter-head like me, the theoretical chance of meeting J. K. is really the main one. I had less than one day to get used to the idea last week when we got an email announcing a celebratory visit from ‘Robert Galbraith’ to mark the success of Career of Evil the very next morning. What should I wear? Should I talk to her? Would she be interested to know about my desire to get a Harry Potter tattoo?
The first question became moot by the morning as I blissfully forgot all about my impending encounter with the world’s most famous novelist. It was probably for the best. I decided I should talk to her, because the opportunity might never come again. And a friend put me off revealing my tattoo dreams, probably also for the best. Here’s the blow-by-blow.