Fiction, schmiction
I love reading Reuter’s Oddly Enough column. (And A.P. News, when it comes to that. Sometimes it’s equally odd.) I find myself laughing out loud and semi-shocked at the real-life stories that seem ripped from the pages of a romance novel or film.
For instance, two machete-wielding robbers breaking into a club without realizing 50 bikers were meeting in a private room. One ended up hog-tied, the other leapt over a balcony and was chased down by the cops. Can you picture it? Balaclava-clad robbers burst into main room - shock, horror on patrons’ faces. Weeny bartender pokes head into private room: we’re being robbed! Cut to shot of fifty leather-clad bikers engaged in some Roberts-rules-of-order-type activity rising slowly from long benches, fists clenched. “Oh, yeah?” One thief flies over balcony, the other disappears in a pile of Man. But for real! It happened!
Or the 39-year-0ld man who dressed up in a school uniform and wig and tried to pass himself off as a Japanese schoolgirl, only to have all the little schoolgirls run shrieking from him everywhere he went. (I like to imagine they also flapped their little schoolgirl hands over their schoolgirl heads.) This guy didn’t stand a chance.
Who needs fiction? Honestly.
In early 2008 Michelle left a fulfilling career as interactive director in an integrated marketing agency to pursue her passion for writing great stories filled with fascinating, intense, real characters who will do anything necessary to achieve their dreams. She’s co-written the audio-play of a Louis L’Amour short story produced by Bantam and Beau L’Amour, worked as an executive assistant for a Hollywood publicist, taught English in Spain, and enjoyed the lofty title of Romance Director running the personals sections of a newsweekly in Los Angeles. She lives in Austin, Texas and spends her spare time adding poems to
OMG! That is freakin’ hysterical! I love it!