I have never met my favorite author. But my sister has. MY favorite, not hers. She met with Stephen King to try to get him to donate money to the University (of Maine). And the entire time I was there she failed to mention to me the fact that he lived within a half hour from her dorm room! scream I heard his house is really awesome... crying
I find it easy to imagine authors as real people, probably due to the fact that I can relate to some authors and their works that they publish, so they seem rather real. Even with the best of writers, from sci-fi to fantasy, seem to be connected to reality and thoughts that stem from a single mind. Plus my friends force me to read their stories... But what gets me the most is the apperance of the autors, commpared to the stories that they write. For example, I read a story called Dead After Dark. This story focused on vampires and murder (which is the attraction it holds for me, thankyouverymuch) and a lot of sex. I was very shocked to find that the author was a dumpy, grandmother-like woman, who looked like my old band teacher. scream Things like that shock me. :shock: