This past weekend….
He Who Shall Not Be Named In This Blog overheard me on the phone with a reporter who was interviewing me about HOW TO BE POPULAR. After I'd hung up, the following conversation ensued*:
(*It should be noted that, by mutual agreement, I do not read HWSNBNITB's poetry, and he does not read my fiction.)
HWSNBNITB:
Did I just hear you mention something about a character in your new book who is nicknamed Crazytop?
Me:
Um…yes.
HWSNBNITB:
As in Crazytop, Criminal Mastermind?
Me:
Uh…maybe.
HWSNBNITB:
THAT IS MY PRIVATE NICKNAME FOR YOU. YOU PUT MY PRIVATE NICKNAME FOR YOU IN A BOOK????
Me:
Um…yeah.
HWSNBNITB:
…And did I hear you say something about a character in your new book named Jason?
Me:
Yes.
HWSNBNITB:
And he's a golfer?
Me:
…Yeah.
HWSNBNITB:
YOU WROTE A BOOK ABOUT MY BROTHER, JASON, THE PROFESSIONAL GOLFER?????
Me:
It's not about your brother. I've just used up all the good boy names of people we don't know, okay?
HWSNBNITB:
BUT YOU MADE THE GUY A GOLFER!!!!!
Me:
Well, I needed to give him a hobby, and golf just seemed like a good one for someone named Jason.
HWSNBNITB:
BECAUSE HE'S MY BROTHER!!!
Me:
NO HE'S NOT. HE'S A FICTIONAL CHARACTER. I mean, the one in my book is.
HWSNBNITB:
STOP STEALING THINGS FROM MY LIFE AND PUTTING THEM IN YOUR BOOKS.
Me:
OKAY!
HWSNBNITB:
And you're not writing about me in your blog, are you?
Me:
Of course not!
More later.
Much love,
Meg
