I was originally going to blog about a certain towel but I forgot to take a picture so it so changed direction.
As I sat by the computer, starring blankly at the screen, I decided to tell you about the book I am reading –
The Host by Stephenie Meyer.
As I haven’t finished reading the book, and I really don’t know much about it, I logged onto Meyer’s official
website to see if I could find some information to share.
Instead I was dragged into Meyer’s world and didn’t resurface for some time.
Let’s just say, wow. You could spend hours reading that site; there is so much information and so many extras.
While I wouldn’t consider myself an author, I do think of myself as a writer. As a writer, I am in awe of authors and the skill and dedication they have. And Stephenie Meyer is no exception.
What impresses me most about authors is the act of writing. I paid attention in English. I have written my share of stories. I even attempted to get one published. But I never understood – or could do – the details.
In class we were always taught that everything was planned. True authors, we were told, sketch out their books so the plot and the details are exposed before the writing begins.
Christine Lee posted a letter by Alan Rickman to JK Rowling about Severus Snape, his
Harry Potter character.
Paraphrasing Rickman, he mentioned it didn’t seem so long ago that Rowling told him there was more to Snape than an unchanging costume. I found that fascinating.
Obviously, Rowling knew from the moment she put pen to paper the end result of her series and all those moments from Book 1 was planned out before she got to Book 7.
And Meyer is the same way. Thank you, Meyer, for letting me get into your brain to see how a real author works.
