I met someone new the other day, and we were killing time, making small talk while our mutual acquaintance took care of another matter.
This person had a fascinating life, with some really interesting and quirky happenings, but as she wound up one particular anecdote, all I could think was “That’s not the story I would have written for you.”
Ever have that happen? Like, their real life was almost interesting enough (and in reality probably was interesting enough) but the writer in you just has to make a few alterations…
And of course, now I’ve got a story brewing. Such is life.
Well, a writer’s life, anyway.