Fake plastic trees

What's a nice girl like you doing write crap like that?

You don't say it, but I know some of you are thinking it.

You're probably thinking:   If you're going to spend all that time writing and writing and writing, why not at least TRY and write something meaningful?  Thought-provoking? Something that might win awards and be studied in school?  What's with the pulp fiction?

The answer is, I don't know.

I don't know why I write what I write.   I get a seed of an idea.  I start writing.   Sometimes it grows into something, sometimes it doesn't.  Sometimes it grows branches, sprouts buds.  Sometimes it dries up halfway and dies.

All I know is you can't force what comes out.   If you force it, it's fake.

I love dancing to Lady Gaga.  I love watching Criminal Minds.  And I love my commercially-driven fiction.