Such a liar

That vow I made to write a novel that’s complete fiction? I can’t do it. Not yet. I’m just writing about my dog, whose alter ego is named “Pisces.” 50,000 words on her will be a piece of cake.


From time to time, I encounter a real live person with traits that I’d like to give a character in a book. If I had a book to write. Probably I ought to finish my second attempt, but I feel guilty about how much I’ve plagiarized from a friend’s real life, although the embellished partsContinue reading “Homage”