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Also? REading author bios and interviews still makes me want to cry...and puke.
I think it's an enormity thing. Sort of like, "Oh, here is my dream spelled out for me and isn't it HUGE, but isn't it nice it's possible, maybe even probable?...Oh, dear heaven, I think I'm going to heave!"
And I really, really wish I could tell Stephenie Meyer 'thank you'. I don't really care if she never has time to respond (though that would be icing), but really, it ALL HER FAULT that I've even attempted this craziness.
I think it's an enormity thing. Sort of like, "Oh, here is my dream spelled out for me and isn't it HUGE, but isn't it nice it's possible, maybe even probable?...Oh, dear heaven, I think I'm going to heave!"
And I really, really wish I could tell Stephenie Meyer 'thank you'. I don't really care if she never has time to respond (though that would be icing), but really, it ALL HER FAULT that I've even attempted this craziness.