Finally... 50 shades of Grey has picked it's leading roles...and america is PISSED... My opinion.

After many months of speculation and thrown around name drops, the final casting for Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele has been made official by the trilogy's author, E.L. James, and the world is buzzing about it.

I had a speculation about who would be cast for the leading role thanks to my mother, Debbie McCullough.  She texted me a few weeks ago,
"Charlie Hunnam as Christian Grey" and was followed by my immediate eyebrow lift.

Who?

And I was immediately intrigued.  I've always believed that Christian should be played by a new actor, possibly unknown to America and I always pictured him in my mind as tall, definitely not thin but not made of muscles either.  I imaged Christian with sculpted abs, almost to the point of overkill.  I imaged him free of tattoos.  I imagined a light dusting of hair covering his scars.  I imagined his hair to be short, tailored, and sandy blonde.  I always pictured striking blue eyes and a sensuous mouth.  I simply pictured; perfection.

Back to the task at hand.  I was unaware of who Chris Hunnam was and I immediately googled the name, and all that came up were articles stating that rumors circulating that Chris Hunnam was chosen to play Christian Grey were in fact, just that, a rumor, so I quickly relayed the message to my mom, and went back to daydreaming.

Writing, writing writing.

Every person has a talent, however minuscule it may be.  Some have talents that far exceed others and end up with careers like Rocket Science, or have the M.D. stamped on their ID tags, but some of us, myself included, having something so small that many people don't even notice it.  My passion has always been pen and paper, and further down the line a type writer, then moving up to a skilled computer.  I've had my vice whichever way I wanted it and from as far as I can remember, I wrote everything down.  Good, bad, indifferent or a mix of both.  I've always been the person that needed to vomit on paper to feel better, with my hands that is.  My poor wrists even suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome from many years of grasping a pencil, and even more years typing away on a keyboard.