So the school recently hooked us up with an author, Michael Pryor, in order to get us lazy students to write a 2000-word story each. It wasn’t until a few days ago that I realized that I hadn’t actually even started writing my story yet and then, I spent Saturday, Sunday and Monday panicking about what to write about and attempting to write a story. It’s only now that I finally understand how difficult it is to write. Anyway. Here’s a short recount of my experiences.
Firstly – the ideas. HOW DO WRITERS EVEN GET IDEAS. SERIOUSLY. I sat at my computer for an hour on Saturday, staring at a blank page and trying to write something, anything. Eventually, I threw in the towel, slapped down “It was cold” (to be fair, it was pretty cold) and worked from there. Then, I came up with an idea about a girl who wakes up in a coffin, not knowing anything except for her name. And that’s where that ended.