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!