Not Feeling Like Myself

Since I mentioned I attended the TV writers’ group, I’ve received several e-mails from writers asking if I was this guy or that guy that they’d met. (Curiously, no has suspected that I’m a girl. I realize that I do talk about my wife, but hey, it’s legal in California, now.)

The truth is, I am and I am not those people. I hear stories from friends all the time, and I’ll often rewrite these in the first person. (It’s funnier that way.)  Other times, I’ll write about myself in the third person.  You never know.

I also change details, like when something happened, or to which department. I won’t make up a story out of whole cloth, but I will alter it enough that, hopefully, if any of the participants are reading this, they won’t recognize themselves.

Of course, I will embellish for humor. I can’t resist a good joke.

All of this is in a vain effort to maintain my anonymity and, more importantly, not get fired.  If you have figured it out, I ask that you keep it to yourself, smarty pants.  I can’t write posts like this if people know who I am.