I've Been a Big, Fat Liar
I would like to think I’ve always tried to be as truthful and as noble as George Washington in the cherry tree parable.
Chances are, while I would have not chopped down a cherry tree – for starters, we didn’t own an axe; and oh, we didn’t have a cherry tree – I’m also no saint. I’ve told my share of white lies. I mean I had to; I’m a pleaser. I hated getting into trouble or even give someone reason to look at me ... well, that way.
So if I’d done something I shouldn’t have, I would have been one of those kids who tried to create a plausible excuse out of the weakest of circumstances.
“Did you eat the last cookie?”
“That was the *last* cookie? Aren’t there more cookies?”
You know, that type of thing.
So it pains me to have lied so egregiously over the past few years. Time and time and time again. In fairness to myself, I suppose I shouldn’t count those times when I spoke the truth as I knew it in the moment. Still, after talking to thousands and thousands of kids and telling them, “No, there will not be a sequel to The Gollywhopper Games,” I need to eat my words.
But they are delicious. The wonderful Greenwillow Books has given me the green light to write a Gollywhopper 2 and a Gollywhopper 3.
It’s daunting to try and write two more books that will live up to the expectations of all those kids I’ve spoken with and those who have sent me so many letters and emails and those who silently rooted for their choice of contestant in the first book. But I am up for the challenge.