I Hate You, Stephenie Meyer!
Okay, I don’t really hate Stephenie Meyer. I’m actually a big fan. But I admit it. There are times when I walk into a bookstore and see the piles of Twilight books, videos, calendars, bookmarks and assorted other related items and I really, really wish you were still just a simple mom like me. Yep, it’s true. I’m jealous as all hell.
After years of writing, sending out manuscript after manuscript to New York publishers, I still only dream of the kind of adoration and─yes, I’ll say it─money that you have. Hey, don’t get me wrong. I LOVE my publishers and they are every bit as good as any of the NY publishing houses. I certainly can’t blame the fact that I’m not a household name on my publisher.
But I do want what you have, Ms. Meyer. After all, I write paranormal romance, too. Granted, my books are of the adult variety and no one, no one, can create a mega-hit wonder like teenagers can. But still, why can’t I become a zillionaire, too? (Cover your ears, everyone, if you don’t want to hear all the whining I’m doing.)
But alas, there is one bright rainbow in my otherwise bitchy tirade. I can always quit writing. No one is holding a gun to my head and shouting, “Type, damn you, type!” But I won’t quit. Why not? Because I love to write. And even if not one single person ever read my books─But thank you to all the readers who do!─I will still write. So take that, Stephenie Meyer! I’ll keep on writing!