Illustration by Joda (@joda_art)
“She’s such a liar,” my son tells our dinner guests. “That never happened.”
He’s commenting, with some feeling, about a story I’m telling. I think ‘lying’ is too strong a word.
I might be embellishing it a little, for comic effect, adding a few details for interest. But I’m not lying.
There’s an apocryphal story about a columnist who handed in an unlikely column and was asked by his editor if it was actually true.
“Every single thing happened, at some point, to someone,” he replied. “Just not necessarily at the same time, or in the order I recounted them, or to me.”
Fair enough. I have earned my writer’s licence, which allows me to embellish and appropriate stories where, erm, appropriate... [read more]