An ode to my signed first edition. (Okay, not really an ode, just a post)

I have a lot of respect for creative people: artists, musicians, actors, and of course, writers. I also have respect for the non-creative world, but because I’m firmly placed on the creative side I tend to have a preference.

I’ve met a few semi-famous of each of them during my old job. Mostly Canadian famous, though people in the metal and hard rock world are growing more familiar with Art of Dying, so that might be something to brag about someday.  Any who, I don’t really get overly giddy about celebrity. When these well-known faces came into the store I worked in, people flocked over to my department to print of copies of pictures for these people to sign. They’re just people, out buying stuff and probably want to be left alone. But I do understand the enthusiasm because I paid $40 to have a signed first edition of Christopher Moore’s Sacre Blue.

You see, there was a chance he could have come to the city where I live. Over a weekend last month there was a contest for the book stores around the country to sell the most Moore books, and the winner would be lucky enough for him to grace them with his presence for a book signing. The stores here really tried to push it, I remember seeing the signs of them trying to get people to by Moore. Owning all the books already, I opted for an eBook (because hey, they counted and my copy of Fool is sad-looking from being read too much).

We lost.

So I spent the money for an signed book.

The point of this story? I have a lot of respect for creative people, but I have more respect for writers because I know how hard it is in comparison to the other creative areas (except music). And if you can write thirteen novels and I don’t doubt once that I’m going to be thoroughly entertained, that puts you up there with Nathan Fillion in celebrity awesomeness for me.

My preeecciiooouuuussss