More fun than nonfiction, and ideally more than reality. Fiction is an escape from reality. That’s probably why I’ve been climbing the walls – I’m wrapping up a little nonfiction project that I’m hoping might give the bank account a boost. Yet another reason I love fiction; money is never an object, unless the plot calls for it. But nonfiction – no action, no dialogue, just facts. No characters arguing in my head as I’m trying to fall asleep, no bodies to hide, no mental breakdowns and/or homicidal rampages. It’s soooo tedious, I can only do it for a few hours at a stretch – then it’s back to the happy mayhem, bloodshed, and insanity with Hazel, Otto, and the rest of the gang. I’m pleased with how Evacuation Route has come together as a complete story; I’m cleaning it up so I can put a bow on top and call it done. It’s one of the reasons I went dark online – I’d rather focus my writing energy on completing books then blogging about the ups and downs of my health. I have novels to finish, fictional people to kill, and I’m too stubborn to quit.
As for laugh, I give you Olympic sailboat racing, with commentary. I’ve found fellow sailors seem to find this more amusing than the general population.