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<\/a>\nWe were in Portland to see friends, of course, but Tech Boy has a coworker who …commutes from Portland each week (as one does. With an airplane.), so we brought our friends and met he and his wife at a pub downtown, and over really good coffee and purloined candied hazelnuts (mine, which everyone else stole. What is it with candied nuts? They’re like French fries. JUST ORDER YOUR OWN, PEOPLE.<\/i>), we listened to stories about WWII and Polish relatives in the resistance and all, and then, as I was sipping my mocha, the wife said, in an aside to me at our far-at-the-end corner of the table, “Oh, so you write young adult literature…have you ever heard of an author named John Green?”<\/p>\n
SNORT.<\/i> Choke.<\/b><\/p>\n
Reader, I laughed internally for five solid minutes. I was also tempted to say, “No, who?” but that just would’ve been ridiculous, as I’m pretty sure BUSES went by with posters for The Fault in our Stars<\/i> on them, and I do<\/i> avoid being completely<\/i> ridiculous, if at all possible.<\/p>\n
So, I admitted, “Oh, yes, I’ve …stood in the same room with him, even,” and I was treated — seriously treated — to a lovely reminiscence of John Green as a cute and pudgy two-year old.<\/p>\n
Color me surprised.<\/p>\n
Apparently, this lady whom I’ll call Cee and John Green’s mother<\/i> went to high school together in Indiana somewhere back in time. His mother, interestingly enough, hated it, hated the town, the school, and Indiana, and when she left she basically told everyone that and brushed the dust of their little town off of her feet. And, nobody blamed her — C. said she got out as soon as she could. I loved hearing that — it made the whole “teen angst in my little do-nothing town” thing that John Green writes about feel very true.<\/p>\n
“Did you know his mother used to write?” Cee asked. Couldn’t say that I did. “And, did you know that they wanted to film that movie right there, in his home state, and Indiana said no?!”<\/i> she went on in disgust. “It really is just the stupidest<\/i> state.” (I don’t know — there is STILL nothing in Forks, Washington, except for empty parking places for Dr. Cullen, and people still make pilgrimages there<\/i>. Were you just avoiding the crazy, Indiana? I feel you…)<\/p>\n
Cee regaled me with more tales of things she and Mrs. Green got up to, way back in the day. Because of how much Cee hates Facebook, she knows she is always “the last one” to know anything of what is going on with other people’s kids(also felt her on that),” but that she thought they were having another baby (and since the President essentially gave them a high-five <\/a>for that, I could say that, yeah, I’d heard that one<\/i>). I did a lot of listening, of course, but Cee was tickled to death for me<\/i> to get a chance to share. I hooked her up with some vlog brothers stuff, Crash Course<\/a>, all the REST of John’s books she hadn’t heard of, SciShow<\/a>, for the vlog brother she hadn’t<\/i> gotten to meet as a toddler, and The Lizzie Bennet<\/a> diaries…<\/p>\n So, we came to the end of our stories and we parted ways with big hugs — I mean, we bonded<\/i> over someone she met when he was two, and someone I don’t even know<\/i>, but come on, the world is weird, and I’m a writer, right? Weird is implied. And then, Tech Boy tells me, days later when we’re home, “Hey, Cee wanted to know if you’ve actually, uh, published anything she could buy?” He gives me a disgusted scowl. “She doesn’t even know if you’re published.<\/i> Dude, what did you two talk about for all that time?”<\/p>\n Um, John Green. Isn’t that who everybody<\/i> is talking about?<\/p>\n ::sigh::<\/p>\n Okay, yeah, so I suck at self-promotion, and while I like John Green just fine, I was glad at least Cee<\/i> realized there are other authors. And, in light of the Green Acres, Greenlit, Green-a-holic fest the media has become, just remember, in time, guys, everyone else will, too. This slightly unmerited glut of attention to YA’s alleged “savior” will pass, because the rest of us are writing awesome books, too. Meanwhile…<\/p>\n