Hi, my name is S. W. Vaughn, and I'm a blonde.
You've all heard at least one "blonde joke" in your life. Stereotypically, blondes are air-headed, spaced out, and ... kinda dumb. Of course, this isn't true (I mean, Neil Patrick Harris is more or less blonde, and he's a freakin' genius) - but no matter what color your hair is, everyone has "blonde moments."
I believe writers have them often. We train our minds to concentrate on certain things, and a lot of the time, reality flies right over our heads. This makes us seem - well, blonde. A little spacey. Somewhat out there.
We may be out of our minds, but we'll be back in five minutes.
While I'm on the subject, I'm ready to confess a memorable blonde moment of mine. It has nothing to do with writing, but it is funny. Here's the story:
My sister, who is also blonde, called me from work (this is important to remember: she called me). She was having a bad day - she'd lost her phone, and then she lost her glasses. Naturally, she panicked and looked everywhere.
She finally decided to seek assistance. She approached one of the cashiers (she's a district manager for Byrne Dairy convenience stores), and said, "Have you seen my glasses?"
The cashier, no doubt struggling mightily against a laugh, informed her that she had - and they were on her face.
At this point in the conversation, my sister and I both cracked up. We're blonde and we know it. The laughter finally died down, and - remember, she called me from work, and I do have caller ID - I turned one blonde moment into the ulimate blonde joke by asking, in all seriousness:
"Did you ever find your phone?"
After what I'd said hit me, we were done. We were laughing so hard, we could barely say good-bye and hang up.
Yes, I'm a blonde, and I'm proud. *G*