Ok, time to pick at my brain. Don’t worry, this isn’t an anatomy lesson. Whether it’s a crazy daydream of a random idea, we all have our own one-of- kind take on all aspects of life.Unique concepts are one of the things that make us individuals. I’m ready to share some of the thoughts ruling my brain waves.
My mind always seems to be constantly running, much quicker than my mouth, although some would disagree (ha ha). I’m always thinking up different scenarios and shaping characters to play out these roles in my brain. As an only child, I found myself desperately wishing for a playmate. Often times no one else was around so I did what anyone in that situation would do, I created imaginary friends. These invisible people were always happy to join in the fun of a tea party, or hang out at Barbie’s dream house, or enjoy a day of fun with My Little Ponies. As I grew, my “imaginary friends” took on scenarios I’d like to see on the big screen, or be a part of in everyday life. I continued to add new personality traits to my cast of characters and put them in situations of unusual circumstance.
When I finally grew into adulthood, I began my love affair with romance novels. Like most woman, I had the fantasy of being swept off my feet and whisked away by a hot, sexy man with bulging muscles and a heart of gold. I fused this image into my cast of characters and put them in an environment that makes my heart pound and my skin tingle. Then, the story plays itself out in my mind and I watch like an audience member. The rest is pretty easy, I just write the story down exactly how it shows.
Of course, not all of us have the same fantasy and dream of the same epic love affair. I’ve always had a fascination with bad-boys, who seek trouble, and live and on the edge. The kind ofguys who can have any girl they want, but are only brought to their knees by that one special someone. Then, I create the one girl who can steal their heart and shatter their soul. Fate has a way of bringing them together, even when outside forces try to tear them apart. Can they beat the odds and persevere?
These are the kinds of stories that make me swoon, cheer, cry, and pray for the lovers to beat the odds. Luckily, these tales pretty much play out in my mind twenty four-seven. When I dream up the right combination with passionate chemistry and the perfect cast of characters, I grab my lap top and start typing. After making a carbon copy of the mental movie playing in my mind, I read, edit, and repeat. Once I finish the final touches, I’m ready to share it with the world. It’s show time.