What you might not know about fiction novelist is we’re all just a bunch of liars. Well liars might be a bit extreme, so let me put it another way. We’re the ones who exaggerate the truth to excessive levels.
Let’s say a group of twenty geese flew overhead… the want-to-be writer would say there were thirty. But the best of the best fiction novelists would say there were hundreds, and if feeling more creative than normal that day, thousands.
Then the story takes on it’s own set of wings, as we now remember one of these geese leaving the formation to swoop down and attack a little old lady who with her failing eyesight, never saw him coming.
Okay now we feel bad about tormenting an old lady, so we must develop a hero, often an alter ego of ourselves. Maybe we saved the lady alone, forget the alter ego.
Moral to my story, if you catch me in a lie, just remember I’m only trying to be the best, or……
I just can’t help myself.
