The Twilight Zone

So. As much as I really hate to admit it, I jumped on the wagon.  The Twilight wagon.  My grandma gave me the books more than a year ago.  Before everybody and their mother became obsessed with the books.  before the movies.  Before the painful reminder of my early teen years, the years of the psychotic Harry Potter infatuation.  But I digress. 
Against my usual protocol, I did watch the Twilight movie with my man over the summer.  Well, parts of it... It's impossible for us to make it through an entire movie without becoming.. distracted.  But again, I digress. The books have been calling to me for quite some time.  What can I say?  I'm a sucker for vampires.  And several-hundred-paged books.
And so, now that the semester is over (I cannot begin to express my gratitude for that...), I decided it was the perfect time to take a holiday into the dark realm of obsessive novel-reading.  I spent the last 2 days reading all 4 books cover-to-cover, hardly able to stop long enough to fufill my motherly duties.  I am lethargic and cranky from staying up past midnight 3 days in a row to get my fix.  I'm pretty sure I have instilled a deep hatred of reading in my daughter due to my unwillingness to watch Ice Age 2 with her for the million-and-second time (this week).  But I enjoyed it.  It felt so good.
Anyways... It totally threw me off.  It gave me too much too consider.  I identified too closely with the characters.  I felt like they were my friends.  And now it's over.  The books are done, there is no more to come, no more to anticipate, its done.  This probably sounds ridiculous.  It probably speaks to the current state of my life (and mind).  But it made me think...  Maybe.. Maybe I still do want to write...  My past fan fics (gawd, how humiiiiiiliating) have been well received, and I started a novel back in high school, but that never went anywhere.  But I would enjoy it.  And it comes naturally to me.  I have a geeky adoration for words, languages, all things literary.  I am just concerned about originality, creativity.  I've read so much, countless books and whatnot, how could I ever come up with anything that had not already been done? 
In the meantime, the pain from finishing a beloved series is still fresh in my heart, so I must deal with the present grief before any other considerations. 
Please excuse the complete irrelevance of this post.  I just had to get it all out, preferably without my family thinking I was nuts... well, more than they already do.  I really wish Photoshop was real life, because I would love to undo the Gaussian Blur that has quite obviously been performed on my line between fantasy and reality.
Oh boy.
Peace & love,
Jen