My Buddy and Me?

If blogs were books, then this topic would tie-in nicely to the overarching theme of Fuse #8. Mainly, whether or not hanging out with the workers in the publishing industry is a good or bad thing. I think good. Some think bad. A similar, if unrelated, topic comes to us via Nextbook. In an article entitled On Literary Love the byline reads, "What happens when the writer you admire most becomes your friend?"

It's different for writers. If you're particularly inspired by a single individual, how odd would it feel to not only meet them but to suddenly become their buddy? Surely this happens in the kidlit world on occasion. Only with us, it becomes a little more extreme. If you read someone and were shaped by their books as a child and then became their pal, how would that affect your writing as a whole? I wish I could pull out a piece talking about just that, but nothing comes immediately to mind. Anyone know of a story that runs along these lines?

Thanks to Shaken and Stirred for the link.