Thursday, February 5, 2015

The Real World

I write paranormal romances.

Why? It's not real.

I live in the real world. The real world is where my husband is disabled and I have responsibilities at home. Where we have a mortgage and bills. Where I spend half my time playing referee for my two young sons and the other half doing chores. The real world is where I work Monday-to-Friday at an under-staffed office. Where I eat lunch at my desk alone (most days). Where I feel like I am constantly running on a treadmill trying to meet my deadlines. The real world is where I am sick and the doctors have no idea what's wrong with me. I have no idea what's wrong with me. There's no plan forward and I'm scared. This is my real world.

I've always said no would watch a TV show or movie about real life. We all look for the fantasy... The iconic Friends living in NYC, the vampires of Bon Temps, reality TV (any of it!)... It's an escape from our reality. Non-fiction is the exception. I read enough non-fiction when I was a kid. Now I like my entertainment as far a cry from reality as possible. Vampires? Cowboys? Superheroes? RomCom? Bring it on! I'm not looking for realism here. I need a happily ever after.

Writing makes me feel better. It helps to process my thoughts and chase the fog away. It absorbs me into a whole new world. One I have been fortunate enough to share. I love my life, real world and all, my husband and kids are amazing, but the last few years my family has been going through a lot. Finding time to relax and escape is key to survival.

So close your eyes and imagine. The possibilities are endless... And entirely unreal. Just the way I like it.

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