Southern Fried Chicas

I’m obsessed with celebrities. It has everything to do with I’d rather watch other people’s drama than have my own. TMZ is my Jerry Springer. I should be ashamed that I speculate on Baby Bumps. Who really is cheating on their significant other, but I can’t. I’m on a constant need to know to basis of everyone else’s business. It’s why I could never be an FBI or CIA agent.

What do you mean this is classified information?

Yes, I’m the person with the cup against the wall. So, why celebrities? Whether they mean to or not they’re lives are played out in public. They have secrets that someone close to them are willing to sell for a buck. It’s makes me sad for them. It makes me want to stop reading, and then I find out Lil’ Wayne, a rapper, has two babies due in September. OMG, talk about drama.

That’s not even taking into account the before and after they became famous. Surprising words of wisdom spoken from 50 cent, another rapper, who gets to the crux of the matter, Money changes you. If it hasn’t then you just haven’t made enough yet. Don’t believe me? J-lo used to be Jennifer Lopez, a back-up dancer for In Living Color. This woman is best known as Bennifer. Or the woman who started the trend of getting pregnant with twins.

In all seriousness, it reminds me of why I love to write. When I really get into a groove I’m the fly on the wall while my characters’ lives play out on the page. I take a seat and dictate everything they do. They say things I would never day to say. They do things that only a bottle of tequila could convince me to do. They are brave. They learn the second time from their life’s lessons. Instead of the first fifty times.

It doesn’t hurt I’m on a need to know basis with my characters. I need to know their motivation. I need to know their past, present, and have vague idea of their future.

Hog heaven, anyone?

Tell me your guilty pleasures. Your dirty little secrets. I promise I won’t tell. I just need to know.