Yikes! I’d better start talking nice about Stephenie Meyer. She apparently can make an author. I’m not sure if that means she can break an author, too, but it seems like she’d make a better friend than an enemy.

But, wow! What kind of temptation that amount of power would present to a person. I would love to write books that millions of teens loved to read, but I don’t think the rich and famous part of the equation would be very pleasant. If I were in that position, I’m afraid my heart would shrivel and my head would expand. I’m thinking I’d be really tempted to believe the fans when they said I was wonderful.

What could a person do to fight off that temptation?

I know! If I’m ever rich and famous I’ll adopt several children. Kids have so many needs that parents fail to fulfill that every time you see them you’re reminded of what a failure you are. You may be serving millions of kids belonging to other parents but your own kids will keep you living in the real world where you know you’re just plodding along faking it, just like the next guy.