By Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher
The steaming coffee hit the bottom of Sarah’s stomach.
The snow and freezing temperature kept her in hibernation at her upstate cabin, but she had her laptop ready to produce a good story. If only she could come up with one.
Alone in her wintery cabin, Sarah became lethargic—depressed. She needed to pull herself together.
She took a deep breath and started typing. The words came to her: slowly at first, and then faster. The desk shook as Sarah pounded away at the keyboard.
After a few pages, Sarah realized she’d written about herself, a character trapped in lonely misery.
“All writing is autobiography,” but not necessarily so succinct. Well done!
Nice! Very meta! 🙂
Real life, converted to fiction, is usually a good read. This is a good one, Lisa!
I am drinking coffee as I read these stories today. While NOT doing the writing I fully intended to do…. I relate–that feeling of not being able to start. and then finally starting from a bit of my own life (But, fortunately, I am not miserable.).
Now to finish my coffee. And work on my own writing!
Love this!
Ha. Like looking at yourself in an infinity mirror. Great story!
Thank you everyone for your kind reviews. Very appreciated.
Fiction has to come from t your own life as otherwise what would you write about.