(Yes, the title is a catchy song by a catchy male artist, but no, it has nothing to do with this post.)
Just because a lot of people don't know, I'm going to spew this nice bit of information.
I'm so sick of crappy, romantic, fluffy, warm-fuzzy-feeling books. And songs. And poems.
Some people think that I like to write love stories.
Ew. Just....gross.
As someone pretty awesome said to me, she never wrote that stuff because she wasn't that way herself. (I AM in a relationship, but that doesn't mean that I like writing romantic crap.) She wrote mystery stories and such, because that's what she was good at writing.
And me? I'm good at writing action-y, creepy things.
Sure, there's always a brightside to every story. But to me, in my stories, it will most likely be the dark side you see.
(On a completely side note, I hope you people DO know that romance novels are just about sex. And yes, I said sex. Calm down.)
Recently, while spending time with my beloved best friend, I came up with the idea of a fake love story. Yes, fake.
I decided to write a creepy, horror-filled vampire story of an innocent-looking girl that seduces a boy to eat him. And the ending? A lovely, bloody, graphic description of her ripping his throat out.
I know, I know. It's like I'm the spawn of Satan or whatever.
I'm not saying that I'm a sick, twisted individual. I'm merely pointing out that fact that I write it because I enjoy it, and I'm good at it.
Haha, this has turned into crazy ranting again.
As I like to say so often, it IS my blog. I like people reading it and getting feedback from said readers, but it's my place to rant and rave and write as much as I want. (And even hide some alliteration in there.)
So yeah.
I get to go to the mall tomorrow. With money this time. With a good friend of mine. And one of my favorite stores there is having a huge sale.
I'm quite excited :D
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