Who would I squeeee at meeting?

I, like several of my fellow Grippers, am not a fannish sport of person. Yes, there are people I would really enjoy meeting, and talking with. But I am not obsessed.

I can easily say that much. I do not follow the exploits of those I want to meet on the internet, tracking them in the rag mags, or on Entertainment tv. I don't facebook my undying adoration HOURLY (I actually have a classmate that has a thing for Dempsey racing, and when it is race season, heaven help all of us she is "friends" with). I could care less if those I am fans of are wearing ratty old jeans when grocery shopping, or if they just sent the jet to New York to pick up their favorite flavor of coffee. Although, I might wonder about them if I heard that last part.

I am just not that interested. I just don't care that much. Sorry.

That said, I should also make known neither is my family. We are just not fannish people. LOL

The closest my daughter would come is if she were to meet Dr. Zahi Hawass. I could see some fainting going on there. Maybe some tongue-tied on my husband's part too. Who is Dr. Hawass? Watch pretty much any quality show on the restoration of Egyptian artifacts and monuments and you will know. For a kid who dreams of one day being an egyptologist, I can understand the appeal of meeting him.

As for myself, there are a couple of authors I would really LOVE to meet. They are as close to auto-buy's as I will ever have. I have been known to bully and nag the people at bookstores on street release day to actually get their stock from the damn backroom and PUT IT ON THE SHELVES! Shesh!

Chief among the authors would be Nalini Singh. I fell in love with her writing style with Slave to Sensation. Her Psy/Changeling world rocks! And now her Angel series is just adding a new element of the love I have for her books. I ever went and tracked down her old Harlequin releases, just to see if I could detect where her style started changing. But that is as far as the adoration goes.

So I would probably give a small giggle if I ever got to meet her, especially if we could talk shop, or if I could get some sneak peeks at what's coming up next.

But I am not going to cyber-stalk her, and travel halfway across the country to meet her and spend a whole 30 seconds at a table getting my books signed. Sorry ... I would rather be writing myself.

I Was A Warrior Milkmaid - A Tale Of Extreme Fandom

By Helen E. H. Madden

This is a story of a long time ago, when a land in turmoil cried out for a hero... She was Xena Warrior Milkmaid!

I know. You're thinking, WTF? Xena Warrior Milkmaid? Is this some sort of massive typo, or has Helen just gone round the bend?

It's the latter, always the latter. My typing is excellent.

When I saw this week's topic, I was a little stumped. I wasn't sure exactly what I would want to tell my fans, especially since I don't know how big a crowd that would be. Do I have any fans? I get e-mail from people who enjoy my writing, but I don't want to seem presumptuous and call these folks fans. That word, after all, does have it's roots in the word fanatic, and I don't know if there's anyone out there fanatical about me and my writing. But I do know there was a time when I was a fan of the fanatical type, and I thought maybe today I'd take some time to relate what that was like.

It happened back in the 90s, when Xena Warrior Princess first aired on TV. God, I loved that show. It was such a schlocky little action fest, and it featured a heroine who could really kick ass. We didn't have Buffy yet, or Alias or Doll House or any of the other dozens of shows that have since come along touting dangerous woman of incredible strength and beauty. It was just Xena, a warrior babe clad in leather with the coolest looking weapon this side of ancient Greece. When she first strode onto the scene, Xena was a pretty hot item in the realm of sci-fi and fantasy fandom, and naturally, everyone wanted to be her.

Including, especially, me.

Oh yeah, that's me. Back in the day, you couldn't buy a Xena costume, so I made one... out of leather and metal... from a pattern I created from scratch. That's how obsessed I was with that show. I must have sunk several hundred dollars into materials, and months of labor in the making of that costume. I was a die-hard fan, determined to don that little leather mini-dress and become my heroine no matter.

The funny thing about fandom though is that it has away of taking off and going beyond the original object of worship. My Xena obsession was no exception. In the process of making the Warrior Princess costume, I created a completely unique character, all my own. It was an accident, really. The mock up I used to test my homemade pattern just happened to be the only thing I had to wear for Halloween that year. It was made of scraps of blue gingham and strips of navy blue vinyl, and damned if I didn't look like the Swiss Miss on steroids when I slipped it on...

Yeah, that's also me. Meet Xena Warrior Milkmaid. From Sweden, ja! I kid you not, this little mock up, made from scraps in my fabric bin, went on to take over my life for the next six years. People loved the leather and metal Warrior Princess costume, but everyone was making one of those. The Warrior Milkmaid though was unique and totally mine. It was a quirky little parody that went on to do amazing things. For starters, I competed in a couple of costume contests and walked away with some major trophies. Then I got some ideas for additional characters in the Warrior Milkmaid universe and suddenly it wasn't just me playing around with this, but a whole gang of nut cases in costumes, like this hottie!

Angelique Trouvere as Calfrodite, Goddess of Luv, Milk & Honey

My gang and I went to science fiction conventions and competed in more costume contests to win. Then we started getting invitations to perform comedy shows. Eventually there was a whole website dedicated to nothing but Xena Warrior Milkmaid and her pals, complete with comic book style episodes detailing the adventures of the Once and Future Dairy Queen.

It was crazy, it was bizarre. It was probably the most fun I ever had as a fan, and at the time it was the biggest, most creative project I'd ever worked on.

Then one day Xena Warrior Princess reached its series finale and Xena Warrior Milkmaid sort of lost momentum and that was that. I went on with my life, had two kids, and started work on a writing career.

I still have the costumes, both Warrior Princess and Warrior Milkmaid, but neither fit anymore (hey, I had two kids!). And I still have the website. It's probably full of broken links and I haven't added anything new to it in ages. Really, it's just sitting there in cyberspace collecting dust. But a couple of weeks ago, I got an e-mail from someone who told me he was a fan back in the day and wondered if the site was still up and running and did I still do costume contests and performances.

Wow. Imagine that. I have a fan. For a parody I did of something that I was a fan of.

I guess at the end of all this what I would like to say to my fans -- past, present, and future -- is this. I hope someday I write something that inspires you so much, you go on to do wonderful things all your own. Be a fan, and then be you and have fans of your own. It's not hard if you're doing something that you love and are willing to work at. Use your heroes as a leaping point and see how far you can fly.

Yeah, that's what I want to say to my fans. That and "Cattle on!"