Brittany Maresh

writer

Dear World,
I have three younger sisters and they’re all really very pretty.
One of them has this amazing curly hair, and another has the most toned body ever–she’s an athlete and in amazing shape and has these wide light brown eyes. The last looks a lot like our mother. They all take after my mom, if I’m honest.
My mom was the pretty PTA mom that is on half a dozen committees and makes her husband the envy of all the other men in the room, when I was growing up, and my sisters all inherited some permutation of that gene.
I’ve always felt that all I got was her bad eye sight, instead. Being told that I’m awkward or write horrible monster crap has kind of been my thing for the past twenty years or so. Being pretty was theirs.
Just now, I’m not buying that, though.
I’m going on an adventure to Michigan on May 12, and just now I think the world is amazing, and I feel really cool for being part of it. And if I got my awesomeness gene anywhere, it’s from my mom. She’s pretty much amazing.
Some time in there I theoretically might get to FEED A GIRAFFE! Which is way more exciting than anything else I an even comprehend right now.
I had always kind of thought of them as being a lot smaller than Wikipedia tells me they are. I was judging my idea of how big things in Africa are off of Indian elephants, which, come to find out, are tiny compared to African elephants. I sort of thought Zebras were Shetland Pony size, lions were snow leopard size, and that really made Giraffes Clydesdale size, except skinny, so smaller than that, even. In my head, it worked. African trees, I thought, were really sort of small.
I can’t wait to see it. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s going to be like, not really. I can’t wait to share the adventure details, and to let you know how very wrong I was.
And to write about it.
Because while I’m a horror writer, most of the time, and I’m not any of my three pretty little sisters, I’m still a writer.
And sharing the amazing parts of life is just as important as sharing the parts that make me uncomfortable or provoke my muses into gray-scaled disaster. It’s all part of that human condition thing.

Sincerely and Delightfully Yours,

Brittany Maresh