My brother has been slacking in keeping updated with my doings. I swear, you regular readers of my blog know more about what's happening in my life than he does sometimes! His mounting pressures and hours at work made it difficult for us to chat in real-time mode.
So yesterday, I was pleased when he announced (in real-time mode) that he had read my latest entry on the Five Find-Outers.
"Bettie sounds like a real vainpot!" was his comment.
I grinned cheerfully, "Yes, she is, isn't she?"
His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Are you writing about yourself?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, all innocence.
"Well, are you anything like Bettie?"
I pondered for a while. While it's true that writers sometimes mould their protagonists to be their alter ego of sorts, not ALL writers do that. Still, my brother's sincere question deserves an honest answer.
"Only on my bad days, bro," I sagely said. "Only on my bad days."