Sep 21, 2004 21:18
So my mom has a friend, Sandy, whose daughter was my best friend for several years. Sandy reads as much fantasy and sci fi as my mother and I do; in fact, they exchange books a lot.
Sandy was telling my mother the other day about one of her sisters, close in age, who was looking at the info pamphlet for her high school reunion. Sandy's sister had been one of the weird ones in high school, one of a group of four girls who were always doing all kinds of esoteric creative things. One of them, who was always making up fantasy stories, was a girl they called Dee - her full name was Mercedes. Dee and Sandy's sister had a falling-out in their senior year and hadn't been in touch; Sandy's sister didn't have any idea what her friend had been doing until she read through the "where are they now?"-type section of the reunion pamphlet.
Apparently, Dee kept making up stories. Apparently she was very good at it. Dee, who grew up with Sandy (whom I've known since before I could talk), is the same woman who is now widely known as Mercedes Lackey.
Okay, I feel the need to repeat that: I know someone who grew up with Mercedes Lackey.
Considering that she was my favorite author for years - and is still one of the authors whose works I look at every time I hit a bookstore, just in case she's written something new - it's going to take me a while to get over that. When my mom told me that, I think my jaw dropped into my shoes.
Wow.