It’s Not You (In My Story), It’s Me

me, not posing at all, while hard at work

Sometimes someone I know will read something I’ve written and ask me if so-and-so (in my book, my script, my narrative haiku, whatever) is so-and-so that we know in real life.

This irks me, though I pretend it doesn’t. The fact that my reader/friend’s first comment is to try to connect one of my rich finely-drawn characters sprung from my brilliant writerly mind with some mouth-breather in our real…