Blinded By the Light…
What is your narrative? How much of the story do you know by heart? How much of your narrative remains hidden from you? Thought experiment! “I’ll never get that job. I’m no good at math. I’m always late.” Some of our narratives are harmless while others are not. Writing fiction is an opportunity to endow characters with a narrative, part of which they are caught up in and part consisting of the things that they believe to be true, but in fact are simply false. Characters trapped in this web of self-deceit offer an author a means of advancing an improbable plot because readers are smart enough to know that even brilliant characters can be blind to the things they claim to know about who they are.
HOT SPRING HONEYMOON
“Keep yapping Sal, might just get a notion to put that up to a test.”
“A test? You’re self-centered, get angry, yell, never close doors, don’t seem find much of anything that makes you happy, hell you don’t listen to nobody about nothing; got more problems than most and almost nothing about you that anyone thinks they can make a friend out of.”
“Aren’t you a sweet talker…” Keefe was looking dead into Sal’s tirade.
“Boss, sometimes I think it might be just me making things up,” Sal tap tapped his steel spatula against the grill.
“Making things up?” Keefe said.
“Yeah, but then it hits me, como un toro, like a bull.”
“What’s that?”
“What a king-sized pain in the ass you really are,”
