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I saw the writer of Twighlight on Oprah and sat with my mouth hanging wide open.
You know The Twighlight Saga right? I think I’m the only person in the world who hasn’t read the first book. Everyone I know, young and old, has gotten sucked into the world of vampires in love. We are now on our second Twighlight movie-New Moon which launches in late November.
I had no desire to read these books before. My reading time is precious so I reserve it for things that really interest me. Vampires in love do not-even if they are beautiful to look at in US magazine.
Now that I have seen Stephenie (no I didn’t just spell that wrong-her dad did) Meyer tell her story, I’m dying to get my hands on at least one pre-teen novel in this saga.
She was a mom of three who had a dream. Her dream was not about publishing a book. No, it was about vampires (chapter 13 of the first book to be exact) which was way out of character for her.
She wrote it down-the dream. Then she continued to write the details of the story as they came to her. Stephenie Miller said she was an avid reader but not a writer. She thought it was inherently presumptious to assume anyone would want to read what she had in her own head. I get that. Yet, she kept writing because, as she told Oprah, it was a reconnection to the woman she was outside of mom. So for two years she wrote-telling no one but her sister-because it was a release for her. When she was finished, she had Twilight.
I have these exact thoughts. I started and continue to write this blog because I feel like I have thoughts in my head that I have to get out or they’ll suffocate me. I am under no illusion that anyone wants to read or cares about these thoughts. It is a realease and a reconnection, all at one time. I ge the chance to tell my stories and “talk” to people that are older than seven. For a few minutes every day, I get to be Cristie, not mom or wife or carpooler or school-smock-washer. I get to be just me and writing helps me remember and discover who I am in the context of my life as mother. I expect nothing to come of it. If I can help some other mom feel less alone at 3 am then that is icing on the cake. Like Stephenie Miller, I write because I love it not because I am out to create a best selling novel.
Too bad I’m not raising vampires in love.