Today, I’m going to talk to you about fantasies.
My day job is writing, my part time job is waitressing/bartending. I don’t hide what I write, and I’m by no means embarassed by it. All of my co-workers, and most of my regular customers know what I write, and several have even read my books.
Yet, I still get those looks, and occasionally someone will ask me where I get my ideas with a gleam that is a bit too lascivious in their eye. They’re not asking about the character development. They’re asking about the sex.
My answer…everyone has fantasies, right?
I mean, to some people the fantasy is strangling their mother-in-law, maybe those people become mystery writers. (hee hee) Some people fantasize about falling in love, and raising 2 kids – one boy and one girl- in a painted house surrounded by a white picket fence. Some people fantasize about sex in public, or being tied up and giving someone else all the control. Fantasies vary for everyone, and in my opinion, this is what a lot of fiction is based on.
I’d have to say all of my stories are based on my biggest fantasy. To fall in love with someone who accepts me for who I am. But by no means do I limit my stories to just my fantasies, or to my experiences, but I like to think that none of that matters, because when someone is reading one of my stories, I hope it’s all very real to them.
Some people want to live out their fantasies, some people don’t. Some times reading about them, or writing them down, is enough. It doesn;t matter to me if people want to live them out, read about them, write about them. What matters to me is that people never stop having them.
Can you imagine how boring life, how boring the world would be, if we didn’t fantasize? Share one of your fantasies with us in the comments, and be entered to win a $15 Barnes & Noble Gift Certificate. I’ll draw a winner and announce it here on Sunday!
