This is monster month and I've been focusing on some of the meanest writer monsters. Today I'm going to switch gears and talk about a good monster.
The Invisible Man doesn't seem like a monster, but if he's good enough to be included in The Hotel Transylvania, he's good enough for this blog.
It just so happens we have a serious case of Invisible Man-itis. Child #2 has a mysterious friend named Leo Lyon (every part of me loves the Freudian nature of the last name, not to mention the double Lion reference).
Child #2 "met" Leo Lyon at a camp he attended several years ago. Since that time he and Leo have kept in close contact through email correspondance that is always deleted moments after it has been read.
Leo Lyon lives in Washington, D.C. His parents are fabulously wealthy spies. Leo's mother is pretty, but not as pretty as me and his dad is smart, but not as smart as Child #2's.
The Lyon's reside in a twelve story mansion with nine hamsters, six cats and ten dogs. Leo has an older sister named Ella. Both Leo and Ella are the smartest kids in their unspecified Washington, D.C. neighborhood. For this reason they attend "grown-up science school" and are experts in almost every subject that comes up at our dinner table. They are also the owners of an experimental vehicle that turns into a boat or an airplane and have been to the moon.
"Why didn't I ever meet Leo Lyon's mother?" I asked one day.
"She came on the day you didn't drive car pool." His response was immediate, no wavering at all.
"How did you email each other before you had an email account?" asked his sister.
"I sneaked and used mom's when she wasn't looking," he explained.
And so it goes. Leo's life is colorful, full of robots, riches and sporting triumphs. Ours, slightly less so.
Child #1 and I have taken to sharing a secret smile whenever we are regaled with stories about the ever fabulous Leo and Ella. We know Leo Lyon is as real as Santa Claus, but that doesn't stop us from enjoying the Lyon family exploits.
And isn't that the point of the "Invisible Men" most of us create. Writers create, spin yarns, therapize their issues and, if we do it right, we manage to entertain in the process. The difference between fact and fiction, well, hopefully we'll get that sorted out before we set Child #2 and his Lyin' Lions loose on the world at large.