It’s funny how even though we’re brothers,
and raised in the same place by the same people, we have very different
perspectives on the world.
Part of it, of course, comes from our age
gaps. Andrew, you’re an elderly 24, Dan you’re a middle aged 22, and I’m 17,
but it’s more than that. And this week, that is what our theme, and it is
presented like this:
You are being interviewed for your dream
job, but you are interviewed by your toughest critic, yourself. What do you do?
I’d probably begin by asking why I want to
be a novelist, since that is the default opening question.
“Well, I’m sort of a pathological liar,
something I got from my older brother, and I thought I’d try channel that into
something construction.”
“Older brothers can be the worst” He might
respond.
“Oh yeah, did you know that once I was left
perched on our roof while my older bother went and made pizza?”
“How horrible, I hope he was punished for
that!”
“Not even a little, in fact he spun it into
a hero story about how he saved me from falling off the roof,”
“You must have had terrible parents”
“Now hold on, it wasn’t my parents fault.
They just made an assumption off the information given to them.”
“So you didn’t present your side of the story?”
“So you didn’t present your side of the story?”
“Well… I guess I didn’t.”
“Why not, you would have had a solid case. You could have shown the remains of the pizza your brother made.”
“Why not, you would have had a solid case. You could have shown the remains of the pizza your brother made.”
“I guess…”
“Well then why didn’t you?”
“Well then why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t really have a voice.”
“What do you mean, you can speak. You’re
speaking to me right now.”
“I mean I could speak, but… You know how it takes a long time for you to say anything cause you’re thinking of something smart or funny? Well that was the problem. I would stop and think about it for a while before I said anything, it would be smart or funny or whatever, but it wasn’t really me. Cause I didn’t have my own voice.”
“You still could have said something.”
“I mean I could speak, but… You know how it takes a long time for you to say anything cause you’re thinking of something smart or funny? Well that was the problem. I would stop and think about it for a while before I said anything, it would be smart or funny or whatever, but it wasn’t really me. Cause I didn’t have my own voice.”
“You still could have said something.”
“I know, and I always wish I did.”
“Is that why you want the job?”
“Is that why you want the job?”
“Yeah, so I can use my skill at lying, and
really say something. Something from me.”
“Now that, that’s the kind of personality
we could use.”
“Thank you.”
“So what kind of deal do you want, 100% profits and unlimited books, or should we really take the boundaries away?”
“Thank you.”
“So what kind of deal do you want, 100% profits and unlimited books, or should we really take the boundaries away?”
Ok, so that last part wouldn’t really
happen, but that’s my perspective at the moment. Finding my own voice, my own
place in the world. It’s not a leap to say that everyone has something unique
to say, but not everyone has the ability or motivation to say it. I’m a
student, finishing school, an only child at home, kind of a nerd, smart in an
intelligent conversation but terrible grades kind of way, and according to
multiple different impartial female sources, the good looking one out of the
three of us. That’s R. A. Lyons in a nutshell.
Dan, till tomorrow (two films behind!) and
Andrew (upload your songs!), till Thursday.
R. A. Lyons.
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