perfect love stories.

I once read 58 books in 6 weeks. I became a regular at the local used book store, often snatching up 5 or 6 books at a time. Oh, I could have gone to the library instead or (shudder) acquired a kindle, but I have my love of paper to consider. When my overloaded bookshelf begins to take over the rest of the house, I grab my least-likely-to-be-read-again books and re-donate back to the store. The circle of life.

Some may mock my choice of reading material but I have no shame. I adore love stories. The anticipation, the romance, the often ridiculous actions of a character blinded by emotion, and the occasional steamy, deliciously satisfying naughty parts. I love it all. Unrealistic? Idealistic? Overly dramatic? Too good to be true? I don’t care. I might actually prefer all of those things.

I once read an article on writing condemning the use of the word perfect because “nothing real is perfect.” I can think of several real things I believe are perfect — to me. My ideals are likely not the same as yours which makes sense because perfect is subjective. But none of this matters. Even if I believed “nothing real is perfect,” I still would not have a reason to ban perfect from my writing. I write fiction. None of it is real. And that’s the beauty of it.

When I read… when I write… I want a bit of perfect. I seek it out. I crave it. I have plenty of harsh reality in my life… if I wanted more, I would watch the news. When I get lost in a story, reality is precisely what I’m trying to escape. I’ll take realism to the extent that what I read and write usually takes place on earth without magic or unicorns or the ability for humans to float about instead of walk. Beyond that, anything is game — a nasty character, a nice one, a manipulative one, and yes, even a perfect one. Perfect to someone, anyway.

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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