Mirrored

Several people have asked me why I have such a depressing theme for my blog.  It is called greyzed and has been likened to: rubbish tip effect; graffiti; the ghetto look; grunge and cba.  Well, I was going for a distressed look, that state where one is at when everything in life is uncertain, when everything important you believed in turns out to be false and you are, for want of a better word, disillusioned.  Your whole outlook is unstructured and oppressive. 

I know I write romantic literature but the most soulful thing about my books, or rather the most personally captivating aspect, is the dilemma.  I don’t want chocolate box pretty, hearts and flowers, holding hands in the moonlight…that is the end of the book.  That is the dream.  The book itself is about the quandary the main protagonists find themselves in.

So, it might not be pretty, it might not ‘smell’ sweet, but it is true to the feelings I write about.  I wouldn’t want to disillusion you.

Having said that I’m usually fairly upbeat and optimistic.  I wonder why I write such angst-ridden plots.  I bet Freud would have a field day – before you venture down that route let me assure, unequivocally, that I never fancied my father.