On meeting Mark Oshiro and Neil Gaiman

I’ve had the most wonderful weekend. First on friday Mark Oshiro (From Mark Reads and Mark Watches) was in Amsterdam and I went to a meet-up with him, which turned into the longest event he had on this tour so far. We met up at 7 pm, waited for late-comers and then we went to the Amsterdam public library (which is amazing) to sit on the terrace and eat and talk and listen to Mark tell stories and read bad fanfic. Suddenly it was already 10 pm and the library was closing, but the fanfic portion of the evening had just started. So we to a pub and continued until 11.45 pm.

I never thought that Mark would get the chance to come over to Europe to do a tour so I had basically resigned myself to never meeting him in real life unless I saved up and went to the States. Suddenly getting to meet him was such a treat! I went on my own and didn’t know anybody (we ended up being a small group of thirteen people) so I was a little nervous about that and a bit more nervous about meeting someone from the internet who I admire. Everything went great and I felt comfortable and talked with everyone and it was awesome. I think my favourite moment (of an evening filled with favourite moments) was watching Mark flail in response to me asking if he would be doing Orphan Black for Mark Watches. He already watched it so no, but it was so great to share how awesome that show is with him. (Seriously, go watch Orphan Black ya’ll.)

Then on saturday Neil Gaiman came to my home town for an interview and signing. I love his books so much, I basically want to live in his brain. I did not go alone this time but I was much more nervous then I had been for meeting Mark. It was great to be able to share feeling nervous and excited with my best friend though. Neil was witty and nice and when I got to get my books signed he told me he loved my hair (pictures beneath the fold)! While we were in line for the signing people were handed post-its so we could write down what we wanted Neil to sign in our books and so that he would know how to spell our names. I wrote on mine that American Gods was one of my favourite books ever and that the second copy of The Ocean At The End Of The Lane was for a friend of mine who couldn’t come to the signing but was a big fan too. I did this just in case I would suddenly lose all ability to speak once I was in front of Neil. Normally that is not something that happens to me but I remembered getting my copy of The Fault in Our Stars signed by John Green and my brain went ‘pronouncing English words? Hahaha, NO’. (I got the Dutch edition, Een Weeffout in onze Sterren as a bithday gift for my cousin and John suggested he could write ‘happy birthday’ which I felt was the smartest idea ever because I hadn’t thought of that at all.) It was so incredible to get to meet Neil Gaiman, even with just a few sentences of actual personal interaction. Whenever I see his signature in my books I remember that moment that I will treasure for ever because it made me so happy. For a while after the event had ended my friend and I were both still giddy and flailing and ‘OMG NEIL GAIMAN’. Sharing geekiness and fangirling is the best feeling in the world.


Waiting for Neil to show up and the event to start.

Waiting for @neilhimself to show up. #excited #Utrecht

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Neil Gaiman and Marcel van Driel (who did the interview).

Neil Gaiman signing my friends books.

.@neilhimself signing my friends books. 😀

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My signed American Gods and The Ocean At The End Of The Lane.

On Friday before meeting Mark I dyed my hair again (was getting tired of the fading pink), this is my hair now. (And Neil Gaiman loved it, yeah!)

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Anne (my best friend) took this photo of me with her phone when we were standing in line for the signing and I love it because it shows how incredibly happy I am right there.

2 Comments

  • NEIL GAIMAN CAME TO YOUR HOUSE?
    I am so jealous!
    And Mark is just my favourite. I wish he'd just hurry up and come to New Zealand already.

    • My home town. Not my home. Contrary to popular believe I do not in fact, live in the library. 🙂

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