Prelude: I turned the corner of Great Russell Street and realized I was about to meet my favorite author, Virginia Woolf.  My heart was filled with a mixture of awe, some intimidation, and the realization that we came from such different pasts. I finally decided that I would be just who I am – a woman who had fallen in love with her works in graduate school.  Her battle with “moodiness” or what we now call bipolar illness interested me, but I probably would not be able to approach that most difficult subject.  I had carefully chosen The Bloomsbury Hotel, not only because it was elegant, but also nearby were…