Since we've all gotten so used to getting our thoughts down in 140 characters - and it's fun to keep the conversation flowing - we've take the Pep Rally to twitter! Every Monday, we host a twitter chat and we'd love you to join in. Just keep an eye out for the #MisfitPepRally hashtag!
Happy Monday, All!
So let me start this pep rally with a story that's totally going to date me, but oh well. When I was a kid, I loved to watch the Mickey Mouse Club. You know, the one that featured pre-pubescent Christina Aguilera, Justin Timberlake, and Britney Spears, to name a few.
|M-I-C.... See ya real soon. K-E-Y... Why? Because we're gonna|
be SO FREAKING FAMOUS when we grow up.
Anyhow, they used to spotlight a segment where kids who'd written in, asking to meet their idols, would get the chance to spend the day with them. Week after week, I'd watch some lucky kid hang out with their favorite TV star, or singer, or what have you. And every time I saw that segment, I'd get out my pen and paper, and scrawl a letter asking the Mickey Mouse Club to please arrange for me to meet MY idol....
Ann M. Martin.
That's right. While those other kids were rubbing elbows with pop tarts and starlets, I was dying to meet my favorite author. (For those of you who don't know who Ann is, she wrote the bajillion-book series, THE BABYSITTERS CLUB. I read at least forty of them.)
The most I ever got out of my pleas to the Mickey Mouse Club was a thanks-for-watching postcard. And a lot of flack from anyone I told about my request. K-E-WHY?
Because - and this may come as a shock to you - AVID READERS AND WRITERS ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO SEE AUTHORS AS ROCK STARS.
I know, right? I don't get it either. Back then I thought it was because I was a kid, and being a bookworm wasn't cool.
But the fact is, even as an adult, I still get plenty of blank stares when I go off on a bookish tangent. It makes me kind of stabby.
Authors aren't like movie or TV stars, whom most people hear about at least tangentially. They're not stalked by paparazzi or featured on E News just because they tried a new hairdo. They're not sought after - their work is. And that's only if they're one of the lucky ones.
Because there are actually people out there who don't read. They don't enjoy it. They. DON'T. READ. I have to restrain myself from being all:
Because let me tell you something. Authors *ARE* rock stars. They creates worlds and people that didn't exist before they sat down and poured them into a document on their computer. They make you want to be part of that world, make you envy and identify with and sympathize with and fall in love with those people. And that takes some serious skill. Not to mention time, effort, tears, and occasionally, tearing out your own hair.
Which is why if I HAD met Ann M. Martin, and if I ever meet some of my newer all-time faves, you can pretty much guarantee it will look something like this:
So tell me, Misfiteers - which authors are YOUR favorite rock stars? Who would/have you totally fangirl/boy(ed) over if you met in person? Tell us on Twitter with the hashtag #MisfitPepRally!