I believe I have both feet planted firmly on the ground, but that doesn't mean my head isn't on some totally different plane. I happen to enjoy true crime as well as fantasy, sci-fi, horror, biographies, smut... I'll read just about anything.
This got me to thinking and that made me ask my mother something. According to her, from the time I was very little I could sit in my room and play with all kinds of imaginary people. I never had to be entertained - I made whatever I had entertaining to me. I can remember even into my early adolescents imagining all kinds of interesting scenarios involving my favorite characters as well as some I just made up. That kinda explains why I've been writing since I could read.