I have a real evil streak.
All writers do… It’s a consequence of absolute power. We
can create worlds, universes, and the rules contained therein. We have absolute
power over life and death for our characters.
That’s not strictly true all the time, mind you.
Sometimes stories develop on their own and get away from you, and you find
yourself writing a scene and finding out as you write how it develops.
But writers sometimes display a bit of a sadistic side
that may not be obvious in everyday conversation.
I am in the midst of writing and researching a
collection of stories on the aftermath of infidelity. Some stories are easier
to write than others. It isn’t coming as easily as the stories in Because
She Was A Woman.
Then the security breach at Ashley Madison happened and things changed.
A rush of adrenaline and giddiness hit me all at once,
and I was light headed and giggly.
I find myself rooting for the hackers and hoping they
follow through on the threat to release the data that has been compromised;
that it is true that the parent company has not been deleting personal and
financial information for their subscribing adulterers; and that chaos shall
meet the lying horndogs!
Sordid? Yes. Ah, yes, but it makes for great reading.
In reality, I cannot approve of stealing private
information – not even from morally corrupt people. I approve of ethical
hacking, but this is akin to a terrorist act in cyber security.
Although I will say this for the hackers: if they have
caffeinated my Muse into overdrive, they will also prove to be excellent for
the national economy. I predict a significant increase in the sale of expensive
candies and chocolates, flowers, and even more expensive jewelry. (There may
also be a rash of divorce actions and then the money will go to the lawyers,
but let’s treat one demon class at a time, shall we?)
Having seen the very real aftermath of infidelity – in
wives and husbands, lovers and partners, children and in-laws – I know that
this is nothing to make light of it. That’s the empathic, human side
recognizing that there is actual pain and grieving involved.
I know the demoralizing horror when you realize someone
you loved and trusted has betrayed you. Even as your heart sinks, it doesn’t
kill the love right away, and that struggle between your dignity, the truth,
and the end of your commitment has no amusing parts to it. It’s all tragedy!
The writer in me, though, reading between the lines, she
immediately is inspired by schadenfreude. I'm having a ball imagining the
panic. I'm not sure if I can do it justice in writing just yet, but until I commit it to
paper, I'll repeat what I keep hearing in my head: bwahahahahaha!
It's tremendous fun to imagine that
caged rat look liars get when they feel they are about to get caught and there
is nothing they can do to save themselves.
All for your reading pleasure… That’s
right, I will surrender to my inner evil witch just to entertain you. You’re
welcome.
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