I got some feedback about my book and it was polite, but said the car I describe in there was not believable.
I found this very amusing, because the car I wrote about had several of the infirmities that my own real life car had growing up – from a 2X4 holding in the front seats, to needing to be put in third gear and the keys giggled, had an engine that knocked for thirty minutes after I turned it off, and sounded like a cross between a Harley and a tractor (because the exhaust system was shot.). It had a heater that made passengers all smell like antifreeze (it probably would have suffocated them but the rust holes in the roof and floor made the car ‘breezy’) it was a 1975 (?) Pinto that I bought for 50.00. It was from Michigan and was an epically bad car.
I also started writing about a character that is completely inept in the kitchen. again, I was told ‘no one is that bad a cook’ – but didn’t reply to the email for over an hour, because I made a slight miscalculation, and ended up spraying cheese all over the inside of the microwave – and the pan with the regular Mac and Cheese in it is still soaking waiting for the burnt stuff to stop smoking. when it comes to cooking, I am about hopeless! I once managed to evacuate a hotel in CA because I started a grease fire while cooking low-fat hamburger. I consider any meal that I don’t end up evacuating from my body a success, and sadly I rarely succeed at cooking!
I wonder how many other things I have borrowed from my life are going to be tagged as ‘unreal’.