What’s a nice girl like you doing write crap like that?
You don’t say it, but I know some of you are thinking it.
You’re probably thinking: If you’re going to spend all that time writing and writing and writing, why not at least TRY and write something meaningful? Thought-provoking? Something that might win awards and be studied in school? What’s with the pulp fiction?
The answer is, I don’t know.
I don’t know why I write what I write. I get a seed of an idea. I start writing. Sometimes it grows into something, sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes it grows branches, sprouts buds. Sometimes it dries up halfway and dies.
All I know is you can’t force what comes out. If you force it, it’s fake.
I love dancing to Lady Gaga. I love watching Criminal Minds. And I love my commercially-driven fiction.