So for the past few weeks, The Academy series has been growing, steadily and scarily.
Until one morning I checked rankings, and this happened.
That’s in Young Adult Romantic Mysteries. In Young Adult Mysteries, we’re still on the same page, but there’s a few more books between us.
I don’t know if any other writers do this, but I’m incredibly in awe to be this close to someone like John Green. (Or Sara Shepard, or any of these other writers for that matter.)
This isn’t something in your head that you try to achieve as a writer. Most of the time, I’m thinking of the next story and hoping my writing tells it pretty well. I really want readers to see this story like I see it, or at least close enough.
But when I saw this, as a Nerdfighter, I’m just really in a daze. Probably in a creepy way.
Because it’s almost like, “Look! It’s JOHN GREEN. I could almost reach out and TOUCH him!”
And I hear through the other nerdlings that he’s not the touchy type, to which I say, "Tough noogies! Computer touches don’t count."
It kind of feels like there’s a writing con or a vid con happening and there’s a presentation, and he’s in the first row, and you’re in the fifth. You probably stare at the back of his head, giving him the creepy-oid feeling. And when the presentation is over, you try to intervene his path to perhaps say hello and maybe handshake.
And then it doesn’t happen because a couple other people did it first, and then it’s too awkward so you walk away.
You know? This close. Just enough so when you go home, you tell all your friends you “met” John Green on your trip.
"Hey! I'm... on the... same page as John Green."
Will probably confuse more than impress.
PS The fact that I have a Dr. Green in The Academy may or may not have any relevance to John Green getting his doctorate a few months later.
PPS Hank Green. There. Mentioned him. Just because I like him, too. Probably because of the science. And the singing.
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