Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Q is for Queasy

Of course queasy feelings can come from that giant bowl of fettuccine alfredo you ate too fast, or from having one too many freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. But for me, the worst kind of queasy comes from doing or saying something you know isn't right. My conscience lies not in my brain (I can rationalize and twist logic to fit any scenario) but in my stomach.

I also have a horrible poker face. I think something, and it manifests itself in my expression. Maybe it's a slight smile or a raised eyebrow. It's nothing I do consciously, but it's something that keeps me honest. Maybe that's why I've had an easy time writing fiction lately than nonfiction: I get to exercise all those lies that have been building up!


AllMyPosts said...

Exercising lies?? Cool / Not, I dunno!! But I too lived in lies for quite good amount of time!!

Hey August, I am holding a small blog-fest on my blog!! Do visit and participate in it!!

with warm regards
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August said...

Ha, I don't mean anything nefarious. Just, I try to be truthful and live honestly; fiction is my chance to pretend and make-believe. Thanks for stopping by!

Sylvia Ney said...

I know exactly what you mean! I'm so glad I found your blog. I'm stopping by from the A to Z challenge and I look forward to reading more from you.

Spenc said...

I've always been a terrible at telling lies, it's always obvious to whomever I'm talking to. Oh well I also have a bad memory and would never be able to remember what I told who, so I'm stuck with the truth. Maybe I'll give fiction a try.