Last night, while sitting up in bed listening to an infuriating Celtics game and poking around on the internet, my husband urged me to finally e-mail Anne Rice. I have been talking about it for a few weeks now and just hadn’t done it yet. I decided he was right! It’s time! I pulled up my e-mail account and started typing furiously….then staring….then typing FURIOUSLY….then staring…. When I was finally to a point where I was happy with the e-mail and didn’t feel like I was reading the words of a bumbling idiot, I stared a little longer. Then I hit send. As I did so, my heart leapt into my throat. I just sent an e-mail to Anne Rice asking her for an interview…. Just before my third of fourth coronary event set in, I got out of bed and wandered the house foraging for snacks. I came back, cereal bars in hand, and peeked at my computer. The smile that spread across my face was unstoppable. She replied!