FRIDAY'S SPOT THE LIE REVEAL...
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Mr. Einstein may have been correct, but... Fiction Writers develop their skills until they can tell one lie after another with hardly a comma between, weaving together fabrication upon fabrication until a thrilling new story emerges.
Pit your lie-busting skills against my guest bloggers for this new series, Spot-The-Lie Mondays.
The initial post will appear on Mondays and somewhere within this short narrative is a total falsehood, fib, deception. Can you find it? If you think you can, leave a comment as to what you think it is.
Be sure to return on Friday when today's guest author, Andrea Downing, will reveal her lie and provide a unique writing prompt that incorporates the pesky little critter.
Andrea, the page is all yours!
Good Morning Everyone. Are you ready to SPOT THE LIE?
I do love writing in my New York apartment. The room serves as both an office/study and my guest room, but its soothing colors and view of Central Park offer the quiet I need to get on with my work. It has a huge oak desk and great closet space, which hides my printer away. There is a comfortable armchair and a convertible sofa bed for guests. Either side of the sofa are bookcases. One has an Encyclopedia with a shelf of travel guides, followed by my grammar book collection for editing and photos of my daughter. The other bookcase has Groves Encyclopedia of Music, followed by my poetry collection and assorted historical books on the west. There are also beaded horses of Native American origin and an antique Guatemalan doll. Photos of my daughter as a baby top the bookcases, as do trolls. The walls have part of my art collection: watercolors by a French artist, macro paintings of perfume bottles and another painting of a girl watching out the window for her lover (one presumes). There is a television on the wall above my desk as well as a flying pig hanging from the ceiling—if you pull the string of the pig, its wings flap. Obviously, my MAC is on the desk along with a telephone and modem and router. Between the windows is an antique wooden stagecoach trunk. There’s a standard lamp in the corner, a desk lamp, a set of rolling drawers under the desk where I have lunch on occasion, and a sisal rug on the floor completes the picture.
FRIDAY'S SPOT THE LIE REVEAL
My lie…is the Flying Pig. I do actually own a flying pig ‘puppet’ that used to hang from the ceiling in my study in London but, alas and alack, I never hung it here in New York, as the room is so much smaller.
WRITING PROMPT: On a night you wouldn’t want your dog to be out in, amidst the crackles of thunder and white flashes of lightening, the doorbell rings. A friend you haven’t seen in six years is standing there, bedraggled and dripping—a sad sight. Naturally, you invite her in, but, to your amazement, she asks to stay the night. You show her into your guestroom somewhat reluctantly since it’s also your office, but as she enters, tired and weak, she bumps her head on your flying pig. As you go to stop the pig from swinging around, there, before you, is a piece of jewelry you lost some time ago….
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My new novella, Bad Boy, Big Heart is part of the Come Love a Cowboy anthology available now at http://www.amazon.com/Come-Love-Cowboy-Kathleen-Ball-ebook/dp/B01D5876UK/
Website and Blog: http://andreadowning.com
Twitter: @andidowning https://twitter.com/AndiDowning
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE: http://www.amazon.com/Andrea-Downing/e/B008MQ0NXS/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0