Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Lie To Me
I’ve been thinking a bit about my main character Danny this week. Mainly because it feels like ages since I paid him any proper attention and, like a neglected pet, he’s making himself known by ripping the couch cushions apart while I’m at work. Hmm, I’m not sure when that veered off into a weird analogy, but you know I don’t mean he literally rips the cushions apart. I understand that Danny’s not real, despite the number of prickly conversations we’ve been having lately.
Huh. Why can I imagine myself trying to explain that to a sympathetic psychologist in the future?
Anyway, Danny is an evasive one. Unfriendly, untrusting, and, as last week showed, unwilling to mingle at social gatherings. He's hard to pin down, and I think it’s because he’s full of lies.
There is the lie he tells his superior officer: It doesn't matter.
There is the lie he tells his friend: I’m good.
There is the lie he tells the bully: I’m not scared of you.
And there is the lie he tells himself: I can make it home in time to save them.
Tell me about your main character.
What secrets do they keep?
What lies do they tell?