Ever since
Elantris was published and I obtained my own copy thereof, I've wanted to go to a signing and meet Brandon (again) and get it autographed. Of course, I already have his autograph on my copy of TLE Issue 41, but that's not the same thing.
But every. single. time I hear about a signing, there's some reason why I can't go.
Last night, I found out that he was going to be at the Provo Library from 11 to 3. My husband had plans from about 1:00 on, but 11:00 we could do. So we packed up our kids and headed out, only to find out that the Borders employee was misinformed; Brandon was doing a 2-hour-long panel (great without kids, not so great with two under the age of 3), followed by a signing from 2 to 4. I almost (almost!) decided to stay anyway, but then my 3-year-old got hungry and tired and cranky a little after noon, and we had to go.
I thought about coming back alone, even with the two kids, but my one-year-old has been napping for most of the 2–4 time slot. Ah well. At least Brandon lives here and there will be other days.
Incidentally, the little boy who pulled the fire alarm today was part of the group we abandoned when we left early. Maybe it's just as well.
I did SEE you today, Brandon, but I will have to wait for the signed books. I'll get you next time, Sanderson, if it's the last thing I do.
(No, I'm really not at all creepy.)