Liar, Liar, Pants on Fire…

I have a confession to make. I’m a big-fat-liar. I’m probably the reason so many people seem to think I have an easy, glamorous life as a writer.

Yes, it’s true. I’m constantly posting crap to Facebook that would make most people think I don’t have a real job.

Let’s just use this past week as an example.

Once a month I go have lunch with a friend of mine. Yesterday was our lunch day. After a one and a half hour lunch, my friend and I splurged and wandered over to the German bakery to buy pastrie...