By Amie Knowles
Minnie just woke up in the hospital, Emily just got bad news from the doctor, and I asked Sean Dietrich, as he signed the beginning of chapter seven, not to give me any spoilers.
Just in case you skimmed that, I’m going to reiterate: after several years of clinging on to every word author, columnist, and musician Sean of the South put out into the ether (that is, the internet), I finally got to meet him over the weekend.
And boy, was I nervous. Which is especially interesting since I rarely get nervous. Thankfully, I had my husband, a couple good friends, and some brand new buddies (hi, Kim and Florence) to chat with leading up to the first hello. It was nearly 10 p.m., and we were next in line.
“Gentle hugs, gentle hugs,” Sean reminded person after person as they approached. From what I’ve gathered, he loves hugs—but gentle ones are best when you’ve got three broken ribs and just performed a one-man show for over two hours. And after a gentle hug, I got to tell him what I’ve wanted to for years. Out of every writer to ever live, he’s my favorite.
In true Sean Dietrich fashion, he humbly deflected, “Something’s wrong with you.” Keep in mind, this is the same person who told me “you suck” on Facebook two years ago, and over 4,000 people liked it. Thankfully, we both fancy a healthy dose of self-deprecation, so I know what he really means is “thanks,” and maybe even “it’s cool that you write, too.” Nevertheless, my favorite writer continues to flatter me.
We talked for a few minutes about writing and living in old houses and life, and when it was time to sign “Kinfolk,” I asked if he’d do it where I’d stopped reading last. I thought it was such a cool request. Unique. Memorable. I got a signature and a smiley face. Very nifty.
Then, my husband, who hasn’t read a word of “Will the Circle Be Unbroken,” hopped onto the unique request bandwagon. He asked Sean to pick his favorite part of the book to sign. Sean did so with a signature, personal greeting, and three hearts.
I’m not saying I’m jealous, but if Sean starts inviting Kody for Thanksgiving, I’d like the record to reflect that I was here first. Yet, I suppose that’s the SDE, the Sean Dietrich Effect: having a way of making everyone feel like an old friend—whether you’re on chapter seven or chapter one.
Thanks, Sean. For the stories, for the signatures, and for the gentle hugs.