Tonya Kappes, author of Splitsville.com, the Charming Series of books, and many other entertaining reads, posted, "Some days I just want to be a unicorn," on her Facebook Street Team wall, and it resonated with me. In reality, I don't want to be a unicorn (though there's something to be said for being a mythical creature beloved by many and highlighted in shiny sticker collections everywhere). But, the truth is, I write because I can't be a unicorn.
I know, I know, where is this going? Stick with me a minute. I'll make it clear...crystal clear. Is there any other kind?
I'm a writer, which means, I use my brain as a tool to mesh reality with fantasy. It's not just something I want to do. It has pretty much been a compulsion of mine since I can remember. Every toy of mine had a personality and a story line. Couldn't help it. Just the way my brain worked.
Sure, I've been accused of being a daydreamer, a little weird, ADD, anti-social (whatever?), and maybe at times, I'm all of these. Yet, I'm also creative, imaginative, and slightly humorous. Combine these and you get someone who gets to be a unicorn some days. Maybe it's all in my head, but that's okay because I'm a writer.
Some days I might want to be a competing chef going against her ex-boyfriend in a televised cooking competition. This is the premise for my contemporary short story, "Into the Fire."
Some days I might want to be a teenage girl disguised as a boy in a futuristic, dystopian society, just trying to fit in and protect my baby sister from the monsters outside the wall as well as the human ones inside. Sound interesting? Check out Edge of Mercy.
Whatever I am today, it's just the way my brain works, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
What about you? What do you want to be some days?
Happy Reading and Writing,
Cherie Marks/C. C. Marks