Twenty Super Years Ago

It’s no secret that I am a HUGE Superman fan. I have been since I was a little girl. And today is a very special day in my Super-history. Today is the day 20 short years ago that I met Superman himself.

Now I’ve met celebrities before. I have tons of stories… some funny, some creepy, but none as extraordinary as the day I met Dean Cain on the wintery streets of New York City, November 22, 1996. Everything we did that day ended in disaster, and yet for some reason we were still guided through the day like a game of Sims to meet Superman.

Dean was scheduled to be on the Rosie O’Donnell show in New York City at 9am. NYC was a 2-hour plus drive for us, and the NBC studios suggested getting there early. So at 3:30 in the morning we were woken up by my mom blaring – and I mean blaring- the John Williams’ Superman theme song. I’ve never woken up at that time that excited before. By 4:30 we – my four sisters, Kelli, Kristin, Aimee, and MaCai- and my good friend Cindy, were piled into the family van and headed toward New York from Connecticut. We didn’t get far though, because our van broke down.

My father was persistent and we were all determined to get there though, so he brought the broken van home and we switched to his Ford Taurus, a 5 seater car for 8 people. Hey, we were rebels. It was tight, but we made it…a little late, but we were there.

Now came the awful part. We were in line, where it was first come first serve, for seating in the studio. All of eight of us rotated in and out of the spot, fairly close to the front for the next two hours. I didn’t switch too much, because I was too geared up to see the show. I probably only left to go to the bathroom, whereas the others would come and go for food or the gift shops in 30 Rockefeller Center. So when the studio people came by to pass out tickets this b***h behind us started making a stink about how we didn’t deserve tickets because we were always rotating, and she couldn’t leave even once to pee. We were like big deal. You could have left and someone would’ve nicely saved your spot. The people weren’t that mean, but this chick just made such a ruckus that I started yelling and shouting at her (emotions were really high) and eventually it was too much that I said, “That’s it. I don’t want to see Dean like this. I’ll constantly have a bad taste in mouth about the day.” And we left.

Outside Rockefeller Center I collapsed on the stairs, mind you right across the street from where the whole Kennedy family (Teddy and John Jr. included) were walking into St. Patrick’s Cathedral for a service over John Kennedy’s death anniversary, crying my eyes out. I was so incredibly upset, because seeing Dean was something I was so close to and it was ripped from me by a nasty woman.  My mom hugged me and gave me the quintessential mom speech of how things happen for a reason and only God knows the reason.

As silly as it seemed, she still prayed with me on the steps that if it was in His will that God would see the desires of my heart and open the doors that needed to be opened.  I remember doubting her words and maybe even scoffing at the thought that God doesn’t care if I meet a celebrity or not. But the hour wasn’t up yet…

We walked the New York streets for a little while until it started to flurry and get rather windy and cold, and we decided it was best to go home. So we smooshed ourselves into the Taurus and maneuvered through NYC traffic, even switching off Fifth Avenue to Madison because Fifth was gridlocked. We were almost to the end of the street, when at a red light my sister Kristin said, “Eryn look, it’s Dean!”

Kristin, God love her, was a tease and I think I told her to quit it. But she turned my head to the window and said, “NO, LOOK… it’s Dean!” And sure enough, IT WAS!

Everyone started yelling, “GO!!” and my sisters pushed me out of the car, right in the middle of the road.

I ran out and stood across the street from Dean taking luggage out of his limousine and signing autographs to the few fans that were outside. I called out his name and he looked up and waved. I squealed to myself and without thinking ran across the street, nearly getting hit by a car. I remember seeing Dean’s face just drop as he said, “Careful!”

I was an idiot, I hadn’t even looked before running. But hey, I made it and in just a few more feet I was right in front of the man I’d been infatuated with for the last three years on Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of SupermanNow, I know people always say when they meet people outside of film, ‘oh they are so much better looking up close,’ but wow – it was the truth. If any of you thought Dean was gorgeous on television, it’s a different story up close… he’s exquisite!!! Black hair, tan skin, tall, muscular!! oh my gosh, and his eyes… gorgeous almond shaped with sienna brown irises, accented with flecks of gold. I’m not kidding, he is beautiful!

Now, that 20 years have gone by I don’t remember everything he said or I said, but I remember little flashes. I know I asked for a picture and he said sure, but no one else was around at that point. The fans had left, he’d sent his assistant inside the hotel to check in, and my family hadn’t showed up yet. This was before selfies, too, so I had no idea how this was going to work, and I was so nervous and shaky. Luckily, I felt a had on my shoulder and my sister was there saying she’d take my picture.

I ran right to Dean and latched arms around his freakin’ tiny waist. I remember hearing his laughter and seeing his big smile so genuinely happy he was making me happy. It was funny too, because as I was hugging him, I remembered his muscles and leaned my cheek against his chest feeling those oh-so-firm pectorals, then thinking, ‘oh my gosh, I’ve died and gone to Heaven.’ In fact, my picture with him is the face I was making when I leaned in.

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My sister Kristin went next, then Kelli, with each of them taking the pictures for each other.

By that point, my mother and my littler sisters  (Aimee was 5, MaCai was 6) came running up behind us. Aimee was yelling out, “Superman! Superman!” and Dean turned around and I heard him aww out loud at her cuteness.

Mom, on the other hand, was embarrassing – as mothers often are- she was saying, “I can’t believe we found you!” and picked up sister Aimee and literally threw her – yes threw her – into his arms. He caught her with a thud, her back to his chest. Thank God he was a football player!

He then knelt and lopped his other arm around MaCai. I don’t know how it happened but I had the camera. I was shaking like a leaf! I was also holding my gloves in one hand. Dean did notice that the gloves were covering the lens and said, “Hon? Hey honey, the gloves are in front of the lens.”

 

I was more enthralled that he’d called me honey, then sighed and realized what he was saying, and tossed to them ground. He laughed at me and I took the picture.

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The cool thing about this day was that it wasn’t an end, but a beginning. Like my mom had said on the steps of Rockefeller Center, God knows the desires in my heart. My desire wasn’t just to meet Dean, but to have a writing career, to meet the man of my dreams who would become my husband, and yeah to always have a Superman in my life.

Because of Dean and this day, I took my love of writing and apply to my love of history to become a historical fiction writer and researcher for other my books. When I wasn’t sure of where to go after college, I chose California because I loved it so much after visiting Warner Brothers Studio (where Lois and Clark was filmed). Because I moved to California, I met my husband, got married, and had a beautiful baby boy. And after meeting Dean again a few years ago, it has opened up far more writing doors than I could’ve ever hoped for. And lastly, the friends I’ve met, because of this man, have been life-long, deep connections I hope never to lose.

So Dean, if you are reading this, from the bottom of my heart THANK YOU for opening so many doors. THANK YOU for the last twenty years. And THANK YOU for always being MY Superman.

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EXCLUSIVE: Dean Cain the Writer

 

Dean Cain in Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman

Dean Cain in Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman

As many of you know I created my character Mack in Beneath the Wall after the then 28-year-old Dean Cain from Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman (1993-1997), but just recently I also made a more up-to-date version of him in my latest novel, Falling for Shock (now available on Amazon – just click the title). Dean was in my mind as the strict but friendly director of Oliver Hannel’s movie “The Shock”, Mr. Dean Clemens. How could I not give Dean another part, especially when he helped me with some of the research for the book. What can I say, I needed some inside information that wouldn’t normally be known to those outside the Hollywood industry and didn’t know who else to turn to. I was able to ask such questions as what type of wires are used for making a superhero fly? What kind of harness do you use? How many cinches are holding you in safe and sound? What happens when the lead is sick or hurt? Are there private medics on staff? How comfortable or uncomfortable are those spandex suits? Mr. Cain was more than obliging to answer any question I had openly and honestly.

 

Now, I bet you’re asking how a girl who had been a crazy Lois and Clark fan go from fangirl to friendly professional acquaintance to well-known actor? Well, if you remember last year around this time I was given the opportunity  to present Dean with a copy of Beneath the Wall for his personal collection.  He was excited and humbled to have been a part of my story and even promised to read it.  Since that day last year, he and I have stayed in touch on Twitter and through my work on another Superman’s site, HenryCavill.Org, Dean agreed to a telephone interview to discuss Batman vs. Superman, his appearance on Superman’s 75th birthday celebration on Kevin Smith’s Comic Book Men and his current work on VH1’s Hit the Floor.

 

Princeton Tigers Dean Cain #11

Princeton Tigers
Dean Cain #11

That interview went amazing and after the fifteen minutes of questions were finished, Dean and I continued to chat about reading, writing and history. It was pretty awesome. For those of you that don’t know too much about Dean’s life, he is a Princeton graduate with a degree in History. Hmm who does that sound like – yep, me! And like me, he didn’t want his History degree for teaching or working in a museum, no, he wanted it so he could write. “I just love being able to tell stories,” Dean said. “It’s a great way to make a living. You can tell stories and you are constantly finding new ways to express yourself and your beliefs or tell stories and maybe affect people’s lives.

 

“Screen writing is a very different medium clearly than novels. You’re so limited in scope and I try to write them so they read more like a novel than some others do.  I like my screenplays to read like a novel and let the director go ahead and figure out what camera pushes he wants to make and things like that.”

 

Strangely enough, even though I’m not a screenwriter, I could relate. Telling stories everyday IS a wonderful way to make a living, well as long as you don’t get interrupted. “Hell hath no fury when you interrupt a writer,” I quipped.

 

Dean agreed with me that time and let out a boisterous laugh.  “Yeah, people can always tell when I’m writing because when my phone rings and I answer it, I say “’Hello [very clipped and monotone]’. Normally, I’m very upbeat and say ‘Hel-lo,’ but not when I’m writing. Then it’s all business. And the person on the other line says, ‘Oh are you working?’ ‘Yes [he replies again short and agitated],’ then it’s, ‘Good-bye,’ and they hang up on me.”

 

It was hilarious and somewhat surreal having a conversation with a guy I admired for years, chatting with me like we were old friends. But at the same time I was grateful. He didn’t have to talk to me, didn’t have to acknowledge me at all, but he did.  That says volumes about the character of Dean’s being. In the end I thanked him for calling and agreeing to do the interview with me.  To which Dean replied, “It’s my complete pleasure, Eryn. And I still have your book and I plan on reading it. It’s sitting on my desk right here. Unfortunately so are about 6 other work related things too.”

 

“Aww well, anytime you can read it will be great,” I said, but then remembered a little something about my books, that I didn’t tell him about. Sure they are historic and action adventure but first and foremost they are romantic. And where they aren’t Fifty Shades by any means, they are still sexy. Needless to say I felt the need to warn him about the romantic stuff. red-kiss-mark-md

 

Dean laughed at my warning and warned me in return. “I’ve gotta tell you, Eryn, that stuff doesn’t make me too uncomfortable. That may give me more incentive to read it, and reread it and reread it until your phone will be ringing again and you’ll have to tell me to stop calling you!”

Twenty-year-old me deep down inside literally swooned over his statement and I fanned and composed myself enough to say a proper good-bye. In the end, Dean added one final compliment that I will forever hold dear.  “I do appreciate anything I had to do with your journey into historical fiction and hero writing. It’s cool as hell.”

Eryn and Dean 11/22/96 and 3/23/13

Eryn and Dean 11/22/96 and 3/23/13

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My Writing Soundtracks

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Music can influence us in so many ways, can’t it? It sets the mood around us wherever we are, like restaurants and gyms, playing soft and romantic for eating or rhythmic and robust to get our blood pumping. It makes us remember certain eras and events like proms or graduations. It can make us excited or bring us to tears, reminding us of the specific times we’ve shared with people. Whatever the situation, music is in our lives whether we want it to be or not.

All kinds of music have been in my life from the moment my mother first held me in her arms.  I began singing  and performing on stage at a very young age. I’ve always loved music and I even had my first record player at age four, a Fisher Price one that I played kid records. I loved that thing and there wasn’t a time where I couldn’t be found dancing all around my room or jumping on my bed to Disney songs or The Sound of Music. Even as my sisters and I grew, music was always playing at our house. My dad would set a soundtrack for dinner every night as we sat at the dining room table. It was always some soft, melodic tape or later CD, like Phil Driscoll or Kenny G. My mother would play her favorites while she cooked, cleaned or created her artwork. We listened to everything from Neil Diamond and Kenny Rogers to Gladys Knight and the Pips and Debby Boone. And Christian artists like Sandi Patty, Carmen, the Gaithers and Amy Grant. The classics were a big part of our life too. My mother was a show singer in madrigals  so we knew all the operas and musicals as well.

Music fits into my professional life as well. Being that I write historical fictions, one of the first things I do when I start creating a story is build a playlist of music from that era and play it while I’m writing.  In the case of Beneath the Wall, I play songs from the 1960s, especially the more Vietnam era musicians like Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Lynyrd Skynyrd & Buffalo Springfield. imagesOne song in particular, For What Its Worth, played continuous while I was writing scenes where the troops were stalking through the jungle or patrolling the territory. For some reason that song really helped me feel those kinds of scenes. The bass drum set the tempo like footfalls on a march. The high pitch sounds of the wavy guitar being plucked creates a really hot, irritating atmosphere as if being surrounded by heat and humidity. Add in the lyrics and it’s telling a story about a soldier being scared and paranoia all around. I just love it. It sets a such a mood. I’d turn it way up and just live in the jungles of Vietnam with the Marines surrounding me. In fact, as I was writing this blog, I had on Maroon 5, an easy playlist to have as white noise, but I was getting no where until I switched over to Buffalo Springfield’s song and once again I could go to the place my mind needed to be to describe that song for you.

Same with The Blue Lute, there are two eras represented in this story, 2001 and 1928. I jumped around from songs I listened to in college to old jazz songs. But when Part II of the Screen Shot 2013-04-02 at 4.52.28 PMbook up to write, I needed a feel of both of the eras mixed together. (Don’t worry, I won’t give it away). So I found this wonderful album by Christina Aguilera.  It was called Back to Basics and in it Christina mixes the more modern sound of music with the horns, a plucked stand-up bass, and muted microphone  of the 1920s. If you haven’t heard it already it sounds a lot like the kind of smoldering music one would have heard at a sultry lounge club. Oh I loved it! Save Me From Myself is one of the best songs that captures this dual era feel.

1974_when_music_was_good_t_shirt-r919f976045244dd8bf271c68c4940fcd_8041a_324The other day I had just passed a significant era change in my newest work-in-progress Separated Souls – the 1970s and what was the first thing I did… download a whole bunch of 70s music to it’s own playlist. I have the Carpenters, Simon & Garfunkel, Neil Diamond, Diana Ross, James Taylor, Eric Clapton, Abba, Billy Joel, The Bee Gees and Captain & Tennille. In all honesty, this isn’t my favorite era for music, but we’ll see what song comes to the surface as I write about the story of Maggie Charles and Sam Phillips.

For authors and readers a like… I’m sure you also have some musical accompaniment to your writing or reading… what are some of your musical influences that effect your work?

Winner of Around the World in 30 Days

First of all THANK YOU SO MUCH to all the participants in this contest. It’s be so fun seeing where you visited and how original the photographs were.  Turning this into a contest really made my job hard. I had so many favorites.  Such as:

Nancy at the Chicago River on St. Patrick’s Day

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Graeme on Sydney, Australia’s Harbor

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Siobhan in Asolo, Italy

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Lucy in Oxfordshire, UK

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Michelle in Phu Quoc, Vietnam

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Annie in Maine, USA

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They were all so awesome, but a decision has to be made. The one that means the very most to me is Michelle, through her co-worker Dawn Taylor in Phu Quoc, Vietnam. Dawn read Beneath the Wall and had a co-worker who was from the once war-torn Vietnam. The moment Dawn heard Michelle was returning to her homeland, her first thought was, give her my book and take pictures. On the plane ride over, Michelle read Mack and Julianne’s story and when she saw the red-dirt road leading out of a village it reminded her of chapter four where Julianne thought she was being taken prisoner her first night in Vietnam.DSCN0643It was my first thought too, the moment I saw her photograph.  It brought life to my little story and to have my book held on the land from which evolved in my mind meant so much to me. Thank you Michelle and Dawn.

Now, after speaking to Michelle and Dawn, Michelle generously commented that it was all Dawn’s idea and wanted the prize to go to her. In turn, Dawn had given away her copy of Beneath the Wall to Michelle, not asking for it in return. So instead of awarding Ms. Taylor with Mack’s dog tags, courtesy of the Illinois National Guard here in Springfield, Illinois, she will be given a signed copy of Beneath the Wall for her permanent collection.

But, hmm now that leaves an original and unique artifact from my pages just sitting here… My idea – calculate the distance of all the countries and figure out where the furthest came from.  And that would be Graeme in Sydney, Australia – clocking in at 15,266 miles away from Springfield, IL where I am! So Graeme, I would like to award you with Sgt. Mack Roberts official dog tags.

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Once again thank you all for your entries!! They were amazing! And if you ever find yourself in a unique place and still want to pose with your paperback, Kindle or Nook copy of Beneath the Wall by all means, do so and send them along to me at erynalicia@yahoo.com.

Prize Reveal

Graeme in Sydney, Australia

Graeme in Sydney, Australia

So I’ll be taking pictures of Beneath the Wall with me when I go to Florida this week.  Remember to take your book-friend with you when you go and enter to win.

THE RULES:

Take Beneath the Wall (electronic device or paperback – I’m not picky) with you to wherever you go and take pictures against signs telling me where you are OR even have something iconic in the background.

The furthest, the most famous or most exotic wins!  So show me the Eiffel Tower, the Sydney Opera House, the Empire State Building.  Get a sign from every Provence, every state! I can’t wait to see how far this goes!

TO SUBMIT:

Please contact me on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/authorerynlaplant?ref=hl

Or email erynalicia@yahoo.com 

THE DEADLINE & PRIZE:

The winner will be chosen on JUNE 1, 2013 and will receive something very dear and precious to one (or two, if you think about it) of the characters in the book.  This is a one of a kind item, that I had specially made for a very lucky fan. Courtesy of Camp Lincoln here in the Springfield, Illinois: DSC_1768

If a personal item is not your style then we can find an Ebook copy of Beneath the Wall in your size…how about that?

P.S. Those who have already sent me pictures WILL be counted.  But feel free to send me more and out-do yourselves.

Around the World in 30 Days

I have been working on the idea of this blog for a long time now. And some of you have been incredibly wonderful by taking Beneath the Wall on vacation with you or even just visiting a local hot spot and snapping a picture. I have LOVED seeing where you’ve gone with Mack and loved even more how many of you are all around the world.

So as promised I am turning this little treasure into a  CONTEST!!

THE RULES:

Take Beneath the Wall (electronic device or paperback – I’m not picky) with you to wherever you go and take pictures against signs telling me where you are OR even have something iconic in the background – like my friend Nancy, who visited Chicago on St. Patrick’s Day weekend in front of the Chicago River dyed green.

Nancy in Chicago, IL, USA with the green Chicago River.

Nancy in Chicago, IL, USA with the green Chicago River.

The furthest, the most famous or most exotic wins!  So show me the Eiffel Tower, the Sydney Opera House, the Empire State Building.  Get a sign from every Provence, every state! I can’t wait to see how far this goes!

To Submit:

Please contact me on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/authorerynlaplant?ref=hl

Or email erynalicia@yahoo.com 

THE DEADLINE & PRIZE:

The winner will be chosen on JUNE 1, 2013 and will receive something very dear and precious to one (or two, if you think about it) of the characters in the book.  This is a one of a kind item, that I had specially made for a very lucky fan.  It’s a piece of the book come to life.  Here’s another hint. The item is actually in the photograph (and it’s not my wedding ring! sorry folks, get your own loved one to buy you a diamond).

If a personal item is not your style then we can find an Ebook copy of Beneath the Wall in your size…how about that?

P.S. Those who have already sent me pictures WILL be counted.  But feel free to send me more and out-do yourselves.

Hmmm what could it be?

Hmmm what could it be?

Please enjoy the few I’ve received so far!

Kristin in Vermont, USA

Kristin in Vermont, USA

Lucy in Oxfordshire, England, UK

Lucy in Oxfordshire, England, UK

Annie in Little Rock, AK, USA

Annie in Little Rock, AR, USA

Graeme in Sydney, Australia

Graeme in Sydney, Australia

Graeme again in Sydney, just taking a break from cleaning.

Graeme again in Sydney, just taking a break from cleaning.

Mack by Sydney Harbor... He really likes it in Australia.  Well, it was one of the places our troops were given as R & R during the Vietnam War.

Mack by Sydney Harbor… He really likes it in Australia. Well, it was one of the places our troops were given as R & R during the Vietnam War.

Asolo, Italy Thanks to Siobhan

Asolo, Italy Thanks to Siobhan

Asolo, Italy Thanks to Siobhan

Asolo, Italy Thanks to Siobhan

Asolo, Italy Thanks to Siobhan

Asolo, Italy Thanks to Siobhan

Mack back home in Maine

Mack back home in Maine

Mack in Punta Gorda, Florida

Mack in Punta Gorda, Florida

Mack and the Gator in Ft. Myers, FL

Mack and the Gator in Ft. Myers, FL

Even President Lincoln is enjoying the story of Mack and Julianne with Cameron.

Even President Lincoln is enjoying the story of Mack and Julianne with Cameron.

Michelle in Phu Quoc, Vietnam!

Michelle in Phu Quoc, Vietnam!

Michelle in Phu Quoc, Vietnam!

Michelle in Phu Quoc, Vietnam!

Even Superman catches a read.

Even Superman catches a read.

Ray at the Yankee Candle Factory in Deerfield, Massachusetts

Ray at the Yankee Candle Factory in Deerfield, Massachusetts

William McKinley and Ida McKinley figures at the Wm McKinley Presidential Museum in Canton, OH

William McKinley and Ida McKinley figures at the Wm McKinley Presidential Museum in Canton, OH

 

Third Time’s A Charm

“Meet us at 8:30 on Saturday morning, we’re going to Wizard World!” That was the message I received on Thursday, March 21, 2013 from my big-hearted mom and dad.

Dean Cain was going to be there and I thought it would be impossible to go. More than anything I wanted to meet him and thank him personally for being look and heritage inspiration for the character Mack. Without Dean being on my mind, so long ago I would have never created the storyline for Beneath the Wall.  As many of you know, I originally thought of what life would be like for the interracial child of Kim and Chris at the end of Miss Saigon. That was the trigger, but as I wondered what kind of story I could pull from it, another one came to mind. This one involved the handsome Superman actor, Dean Cain and his own Japanese-American background. My mind stepped back in time to World War II and thought, hmm what if an American sailor met a Japanese woman and they had a child (that looked like Dean)? What if  as an adult, he was sent to fight in Vietnam? What hardships would he go through being purely American but resembled the men they were fighting against? Would his compatriots accept him? If so, who could he turn to when the digs and prejudice got too much? Ahh someone else who could relate to him being an outsider… a woman in a Marine camp.  Bingo! Beneath the Wall was born.

Fast forward to this yesterday. My sweet-hearted friend Shawn wrote me saying, she, too, was going to Wizard World in St. Louis, Missouri and when I thought I couldn’t go, she’d bought a copy of Beneath the Wall to give to Dean Cain for me. I was so touched that she was going to make that dream of gifting the man who inspired my creation, come true. I was even more grateful when I said I could make it, that she was willing to let me give it to him.

At noon, the time had finally come. My mother and I were through the gated area of the convention and Dean was just feet away, but Shawn was no where to be found. My mouth was dry, pores were sweating (Dean was right in front of me) and yet the biggest piece of the puzzle was missing – Shawn and my book.  I paced, texted and finally decided that maybe she’d be in the discussion panel where Dean and actor, John Shea (he played Lex Luthor to Dean’s Superman) would be. No such luck, but the panel was awesome! I was still SO close, but SO far away from making this new dream come true.

John Shea (Lex Luthor) & Dean Cain (Clark Kent/Superman)

John Shea (Lex Luthor) & Dean Cain (Clark Kent/Superman)

I had met Dean before – twice – once in New York City

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Eryn and Dean Cain 11/22/96 NYC

when I was all of 20 years old and then again in California at 21. I had spoken to him on the phone and Twitter last year…Screen Shot 2012-11-22 at 11.07.01 AM all had been wonderful but so fleeting in moment that I never had a chance to tell him about anything important. I tried, of course, but with no such luck.  This time was going to be different – I just knew it, but the longer I couldn’t find my friend, the more I fretted.

The day was dwindling to a close and I knew I couldn’t leave without at least getting a typical fan picture with him. And I had brought another little present for his son, a personalized set of dog tags from Camp Lincoln here in town. I got in line, Dean right in front of me and there, to his right was a copy of Beneath the Wall.  I gasped and he looked at me. I smiled and said, “You have my book!”

There it is, right on the table!

There it is, right on the table!

He glanced at the paperback and with widened eyes said, “You’re Eryn? Oh Wow! Shawn dropped it by earlier, she said you’d be here. This is awesome!”

I squealed and let the few people in front of me get their pictures. Then it was my turn. I stood where the photograph of the two of us would be taken and Dean walked over to me with open arms saying, “Eryn…” as if we were two old buddies meeting after a long absence.  Scan 118Those arms wrapped around me and mine around him. We laughed, he leaned his head on mine, squeezed and the picture was taken. (I’m beaming now, just reliving the moment)

Next, I was brought down to the autograph area where I could have some one on one time. Dean sat and said, “Now tell me about this book. I read the back, it looks amazing.”  I then proceeded to tell him everything I mentioned above about it and how he was involved. Dean just kept saying, “Wow, oh Wow,” all throughout and then with a hand to his heart said, “I’m truly honored. I’ll be reading this on the flight home. I can’t wait.”P1030025P1030027P1030030

I have met a lot of people involved with my book, from local veterans, who I give the utmost honor and respect to in helping me understand what to write for my characters to the men and women still enlisted in the Marine Corp, keeping our country safe today…But meeting Dean and giving him my book was the complete icing on the cake, the cherry on top of the sundae, the diamond in my crown… He’s a fellow writer, a patriot and respects the military men and women as much as I do. If I do nothing else with Beneath the Wall, I’ll be a happy girl.

P1030031In the end, after Dean’s handler came over and tried (yes tried) to chastise Dean for spending too much time with me (to which Dean said, “let her finish,” and I finished the conversation I was having with him before the guy so rudely interrupted), he leaned over the table and said, “Come here,” and gave me an unprompted hug and K I S S! I, of course hugged and kissed him back, we said goodbye and I grabbed my paparazzi-mother on the other side of the roped off area, unable to breathe or think. My dream had come full circle and for that moment in time, all was right in the world.

p.s. when Dean was signing my autograph, his hand slipped and he wrote on me! I was marked!

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