To know Meredith Duran is to hate your own parents.
She is talented. God, is she talented. You could put her on the cover of a romance directly, no retouching required. She can drink George Clooney under the table–a quality, particularly in a woman, that makes me green with envy, as a cup of hot cocoa can drink me under the table. And she will mostly likely put a Ph.D. after her name in a couple of years, something that my shallow, snobbish soul covets, but is too lazy to do anything about.
Meredith and I have always been destined to meet and fall in mutual fangirl adoration, though neither of us knew it. Or at least, I didn’t. You see, we have been part of the same menage for years, both of us sharing the same critique partner, Janine of Dear Author. But we’ve never critiqued each other–and still don’t–and I didn’t even know she existed until she won the Gather.com contest. Upon which point, Janine excitedly mention to me this other critique partner, and I asked, sobbing, “Since when have you been cheating on me?” 🙂
(To Meredith, once and for all, I came first, I’m the chief wife, you are just the concubine!)
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