I'm guessing (really just desperately hoping so I don't look/feel stupid) that I'm not the only writer who has felt some twinges of painful guilt when I look at/hear about the Twilight craze. Talk about living the dream for Stephanie. And she was Oprah-- talk about the Holy Grail of writership. NY Times Bestseller lists, Oprah, major movies, insane following. That's the dream, right? To be big and good and REALLY BIG!
Though I don't have any desire whatsoever to write about vampires and werewolves, I have caught myself imagining what I would do or say if I were on Oprah. Or Larry King Live. What would I wear? Would be funny and smart? Would I inspire thousands of more people to buy my books and adore me? Would it forever change me as a person or just me as a writer?
And would I really want that? These are tough questions to answer. But at least for a moment you can feel okay with the fact that you too have envied the success of Stephanie Meyer.
And for me, that's okay, welcome to the club!
I'm so green with envy! I mean, it's just a matter of getting the great idea, right? Why can't I do it? I get this sick little feeling in my stomach. I'm so happy for her--estatic. But man, why doesn't the publishing industry recognize that I've got the next Twilight sitting on their desk? :)
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