What you might not know about fiction authors is we’re all just a bunch of liars... Well liars might be a bit extreme, so let me put it another way. We’re the ones who exaggerate the truth to excessive levels. Let’s say a group of twenty geese flew overhead… the want-to-be writer would say there were thirty. But the best of the best fiction novelist would say there were hundreds, and if feeling more creative than normal that day, thousands. Then the story takes on it’s own set of wings, now this novelist remembers one of these geese leaving the formation to swoop down and attack a little old lady who with her failing eyesight, never saw the bird coming. Okay now the writer feels bad about tormenting an old lady, so they must develop a hero. This is often an alter ego of them self. Maybe they saved the lady alone, forget the alter ego. Moral to my story, if you catch me in a lie, just remember I’m only trying to be the best novelist I can be, or…… I just can’t help myself.