Any writer who has based character backstories/details upon the lives of friends and family understands that fudging facts helps keep reality from interfering with storytelling (unless autobiography is your preferred mode of narration).

What if the facts are so much more interesting than the fictional narrative?

What then?

I’ve been here before and decided to seek forgiveness later rather than ask permission to borrow from friends’ lives to make a story more believable.

So what’s the question?

The issue is the contradiction between the lives of those who read my writing and my friends whom I want to write about.

Time to start a new blog?

I’ve done it before and will do it again, I’m sure.

I’m a little rougher around the edges than I’ve usually let this online blog personality imply.