aruan | i bet Danielle Steele doesn't even muss her makeup or get one hair out of place during sex.

that is if she ever even has any. so polished and unflappable, she's (ironically) the antithesis of good writing, real characters, devotion and the painstaking journey from idea to novel. how can your hands not be messy from pens gripped too mercilessly, that orthodontist's best work gone to shit over gnawed utensils and endless cups of coffee? circles around your eyes from sleepless nights of fevered scribbling, scratch marks from clawing almost absently at your own flesh in frustration and defense-mechanistic style from an overload of options and a lack of resolution to allow for the choosing of a path? fingers cramped from twisting into sheets and clawing at carpeting, knees bruised from crawling and praying in supplication to please, please let reason come and dissipate these ominous shadows? to say she writes Romance novels is a joke to me. Romance is raw, all raging and furious tide tossing about the little ships that were those people's lives before each other.

this rant brought to you by my sincere and well-meaning attempts to quell the situation but being blown off. it's like they're telling me i should've known better as a straight girl...