Today? I wrote for kids.
Fairies, elves and dragons.
Tomorrow, I’m writing horror
And this might sound like bragging–but–
I will use the F word
In so many creative ways.
Noun, verb, adjective, interjection…
I can F for days.
Some will get the vapors,
Others just turn up their nose,
But when you’re writing messy life
The underbelly has to show.
In my real-life conversation,
I don’t F this and that with ease,
But my characters F an awful lot
When faced with extremity.
I guess what I’m saying is
You can’t sanitize real.
My pretend people have to tell you
Exactly how they fucking feel.
It’s sort of funny to me how people extrapolate what and how you write to your own personality. They expect Steve King to live in some sort of Addams family monstrosity, when he’s really someone’s Grandpa and puts a sheet on his couch so the dog doesn’t get hair all over it.
The imagination is an amazing tool, and you don’t always get to pick which doors fly open in the middle of the night. I have these flawed people come to me nearly fully formed. It’s my job to put them in situations and see what they do–and it’s not always nice. *shrug*