A Little Bit About my Imagination

Since I was a little girl, I had an imagination.  A rather morbid imagination, actually.  I had a flare for the dramatics, and my barbie stories showed no exceptions.  Most of my stories didn't involve barbie going to the mall and buying new clothes and driving in her new car and worrying about which outfit looked best for the party she was going to. 

No, Barbie was. . . well, she got sick a lot.  She died lots and lots of times.  She had cancer a lot, too.  Barbie, typically, did NOT have a happy life.  And Ken?  He had an even worse time.  He almost always got kidnapped and tortured.  My parents have a picture to prove it, somewhere. . . 

They took a picture of him dangling from the handle of the hallway hamper in orange 'My Pet Monster' chains, gagged at the mouth with toilet paper.  I remember that story, actually.  A witch had kidnapped him and was torturing him. 

By this point you are either laughing for two reasons.  One, because you know me, and you know that I have even more stories to tell about this particular way of story telling I never lost interest in, or you are laughing because you haven't heard these stories, and this is very different and highly amusing to hear about.

OR . . . you may be wondering if I have some kind inner demon or hidden issues or I may be crazy, or, or, or . . . something like that.

Rest assured, I'm fine, I'm a pretty happy person in real life, and my weird stories of drama and death (which, by the way, I actually can't stand my characters dying for GOOD.  They always find a way to die for just a little bit before coming back somehow, some way), these creations of pizazz pretty much just stay in my head. 

So.

Here's just a little snippet of one facet of my personality, one facet of me that you will see in a future saga/series of stories I plan to publish. 

BUT.

That's just one facet of my personality.  We're all multi-faceted people.  We all have different characteristics and attributes that we nurture and grow within ourselves. 

Why do I like dramatic events? 

Because, as I grew older and matured, those stories took on a new meaning:  I found out WHY Ken is so awesome.  I found out the troubles he went through, and WHY he made a choice to continue to be an awesome person, rather than giving in to grief and destruction because of the obstacles he faced.

I like stories that deal with a person's growth toward a better way of seeing and understanding life.

Those are the kind of elements you will find in my stories.  Growth and understanding. 

We all need to learn those values.