Fiction Lets You Live
Fiction—Breaking the Bars on Your Workaday Cage
When I do guest blog posts, I like to check out the site before I write in order to get a sense of what visitors to the site might like to read about because, you know, talking about metaphysical transmutation (I don’t even know what that is) on a latex fetish site is not a good idea.
If I judge this blog by its cover, then you guys will be okay with the Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind, or, more specifically, my chaotic mind.
Ramble 1: Alcohol
There is a myth that all writers are alcoholics. Okay, so there used to be a myth but I’m very old and I remember such things and I romanticized them as a child, so I want them to be current myths. As I was saying, writers like them some alcohol. Personally, I don’t know how writers can possibly write while drinking. I can write with one drink in me, but more than that and I’m too busy trying to figure out how to unbutton my shirt and where to point my giant areolas so someone will throw beads at me.
The first time I got drunk, it was my prom night. I drank about a half a fifth of Vodka and tried to roast marshmallows on a light bulb. We didn’t have compact fluorescents then, so it could have worked.
Ramble 2: Hot, Sweaty, Writhy Dudes
There is a myth (someday I’ll figure out new words to start paragraphs with) that men are visually stimulated while women are not. Nay-nay, says I. My ocular region gets stimulated just like a dude’s can, and I bet I think about sex more times a day than guys do. Of course, not all my sex thoughts are sexy thoughts—and I think that’s what really separates women from men. Like, sometimes I’ll wonder if a werecat had sex with a werewolf, could they have babies? And what would those babies be? Wolves, cats or non-weres? Hybrids?
The first time I had sex—hahahaha, just kidding. And no, I did not try to roast anything that night. Sicko.
Creating a Point out of the Chaos
As random as all this blathering seems, I actually do have a point. Adulthood forces all of us to live in these neat little boxes, whether we want to or not. Fiction allows us to get out of those boxes, if only for a few precious moments. It allows us to pontificate about drunken writing, beads, werekitolfs, hot, sweaty, sexy writhy dudes, and all kinds of other shit that is totally not acceptable in our normal lives of corporate banter, PTA meetings, and grocery store small talk.
Yay fiction of ALL genres!
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Evelyn Lafont is an author and freelance writer with an addiction to Xanax and a predilection for snark. Her debut novella, The Vampire Relationship Guide, Volume 1: Meeting and Mating is available on Amazon , Barnes and Noble and Smashwords