My Filthy Secret

[elleng]

For years, it was my filthy secret, my private shame. I was allegedly a novelist; a crime writer, no less — a gritty, hard-boiled practitioner in the dark art of killing on the page. I was supposed to be a spinner of the tallest of tales. My books began with the disclaimer, “This is a work of fiction…”

And yet I kept having this problem: I couldn’t make stuff up.

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/08/31/my-filthy-secret/?hp

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Caught my attention!

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. What a fascinating article, my dear elleng!

I was riveted.

Thank you!