Monday, May 16, 2011
SEEKING THRILLS BETWEEN THE SHEETS...
...of paper. The pages in books, that is.
Ha-ha! Made you look. (Tee-hee.) I KNOW. What a cop out. But still...*giggles* Okay, Juvenile Moment over.
Now comes the...
In real life, I am not much of a thrill-seeker. I am, in fact, a kind of a wimp. Driving more than ten miles an hour over the speed limit makes me nervous. Getting on an airplane requires a major pep talk (and maybe an alcoholic beverage or three). Roller coasters, in my esteemed opinion, are the invention of the devil. Crowds, with their unstable hive mind, horrify me.
Which is why I seek my thrills on the written page, either reading or writing. When it comes to the written word, I am FEARLESS!
Car chases, jet planes, kidnappings, restive throngs of iffy people? I am there.
Roller coasters? Pffft. Child's play.
Skydiving, bungee-jumping, cliff-scaling? I'm your gal.
I know, I know. Here you've become used to thinking of me as a Total Badass, and now I've disillusioned you. Sorry. But I haven't really been dishonest with you. I AM a total badass...vicariously.
And really, for a writer, isn't it all about vicariousness? (Vicariosity? Vicaritude?)
How about you -- real life badass, or only adventurous beneath the covers?*
Or maybe both, like my fellow author in the blogoverse, Dianne Salerni, who does things like step off platforms into thin air with a mere wire between her and a terrifying plunge to earth?
*You know I'm referring to books, but you're welcome to expound upon your boudoir-linen adventures if you prefer. Just don't say anything that will get me banned from Blogger. ;)