I can't take it anymore! All these years I have kept this huge secret from my friends and family, and every day I have had this thought in the back of my mind. One would think that after years of no telling anyone, it would become easier, but this is just not the case. Each day it felt like torture to hold this earth shattering lie in. The reason that I am confessing this secret that would ruin me is because I am going away. I've become tired of my every day life, wandering around, sleepwalking, not living my life to the fullest. So, I have decided that I will be leaving Boston. Where am I going? Well, not even I know that yet. All I know is that I have to let everyone know what I have been hiding my whole life. My secret is that my best selling novel "The Shovel" is completely plagiarized. As a matter of fact, I stole the original draft from a guy that I met while I was in Mexico and just put my name on it. None of my critically acclaimed novel was written by me. So now that you know that the biggest success I've ever had is completely plagiarized, I might as well tell the story. I was down in Mexico for my spring break in college, and I met a man at a local bar who seemed to be feeling a little down. I bought him a drink, and started talking to him. He said he was having a difficult time with this book he was writing, so I asked him to see it. He was hesitant at first, but after a few more rounds he let me see it. Things got pretty blurry, and next thing I knew I was waking up on the beach with his book still in my hand. I saw no reason to try and find this guy, and I was genuinely interested in what this guy wrote. Thus, I proceeded to read this random book, not expecting much. However, as I continued to read each page, I felt myself getting more and more invested in the story. I could not put it down. By the end of the book I was so emotionally attached to the story that I was reacting to the things that happened in the book out loud. This came as a giant surprise because at this time I was not someone who really ever read books unless I was told to do so. I knew this book was to good to not be shown to others, so I brought it back home with me, and the rest is history. Now that I have written this down, I might as well tell my wife before I leave for good.
"Karen!! I have something to tell you" I exclaimed.
"What is it Bill?" she yelled back, seemingly annoyed.
"I have something I have been needing to tell you. I am a fraud. I plagiarized my...well actually I stole the book that made me famous from a man in Mexico and passed it off as my own." I declared with a regretful tone.
"Oh my god Bill, how many times are you going to say this today?" she asked, this time she was clearly annoyed.
"What?" I asked distressfully.
"Bill you have come down here four times today and said this. You publicly told that to the world last year." she stated.
"What's wrong with me? Am I going insane?" I asked in a stressed voice.
"No, its worse. You have Alzheimers, but I told you that earlier today" she said in a solemn voice.
I feel that we didn't completely get this GIF done. It's almost there, but...Please make sure that I am added to your settings so I get notified when you post or make a comment. This will also be useful in making sure you receive credit for your posts. When we talk about dialogue today, remind me to bring up the example here--one thing you want to do is get rid of as many attribution tags as you can. Those are the explanatory phrases after a line of dialogue like "..she said in a solemn/regretful/annoyed voice." Show it instead. "..she said, clutching her napkin."
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