I have never lied. That’s a lie. I have never been afraid of anything. Another lie. You want to know the truth? They say truth can set you free. Maybe. What I’ve found though is that it’s also a painful bitch that can burn down the most fortified emotional walls you could possibly construct. The truth hurts, most of the time, in my opinion. Before we get to the truth, let me dwell on the lie. The lie comes in so many shades of gray that even Amazon couldn’t track the numbers.
I’m currently working on a story about the relationship between a father and son. The central theme deals with truth, and lies. I won’t get into the details, but I’ll tell you that the kid doesn’t always tell the truth.
It occurred to me last evening that people reading this story will probably assume that the relationship in the story is based upon the one I had with my father growing up. Not true. While there are a few elements of truth from my own personal life inside the story, 99.9% of it is fiction. I’ll explain it better in the back of the book, after the story, and I’ll even tell you what my inspiration was. The point I’m trying to make though is that I lie. That’s what a writer does. If the writer does it well, then you will take it as the gospel truth. That’s my single goal in writing this story. I want you to assume that 99.9% of everything you read is the truth. Even though I just told you it was a lie; or fiction if you want to use the softer version of the word.
On the way home from work today I was behind a boat. Technically there was a truck pulling it on a trailer, but I was following a boat nonetheless. I had to use my windshield wipers a few times because of the water draining from it. I couldn’t pass due to the traffic coming from the other direction, and the guy towing the boat wasn’t exactly Speedy Gonzales. I was stuck. Behind a boat. On a busy highway.
Can you picture it? Sure you can. I can too, even though I just made that up. Yes, the boat is fictional, I lied. Again, writers tend to do that a lot. We can’t help it. It’s our job.
And now, for the truth…
I hate telling people ‘No‘, but I’m starting to get better at it. Last month I turned down an interview and three guest blog offers. It’s not that I don’t want to do things like this, I do, but right now I just don’t have the time. I might be able to justify it if I were marketing a book, but I can’t afford to take away what little free time I do have from my unscheduled writing schedule. My last documentary update on this site was thirty-four days ago. The last video update was even longer than that. Quick tweets, short FB updates, and the occasional Keek are really all that I’ve had time for.
Every second that I’m not working on one of my stories is a second longer until they’re done. I know it’s the pressure of these hanging over my head that keeps me going. Even my normal sleep schedule has become disrupted. I still go to bed at the usual time, but I’m sleeping less. Now I’m awake for an hour or more with character dialog running through my head. It’s exhausting; it really is. If someone ever tells me that a writer has an easy job, I swear I’ll punch them in the face. And that my friends is the truth.