Every morning, the woman with the glossy black hair passed by the writer’s window. When she was coming he stopped writing and hid behind the curtains, so he could see her without being seen for up to six seconds. He wrote a little story about her, but she never knew. (Based on a true story.)
Joanna sent her bookish husband Randy to the market, to buy mustard. ‘Be back in 15 minutes,’ she said. Randy returned two hours later, with a book on methods of execution used in the Middle Ages. ‘Where’s the mustard?’ ‘Oh!’ he said, scratching his head. ‘I knew I forgot something.’
To me, 'write what you know' means using as raw material for a story a feeling or experience that's genuinely my own, rather than an idea I picked up from from a book or from the news, something that's external and not internal, and that has originally belonged to someone else. I think 'write what … Continue reading What Does ‘Write What You Know’ Mean?
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