When everybody in the family wants you to do something, sometimes you just have to man up and do it. Even if you don’t know what it is you have to do or, in this case, how to even do it.
Friday Fictioneers – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic each week to write a 100 word story about.
This week, it’s humor (funny, it was humor the week before, and the week before that, and the week before…)
A Novel In Search of an Author, or
Writing Can Be an Invisible Affair, or
Watch Out World, Stanley Pennerman is Supposed to Be Writing the Definitive Novel
Stanley Pennerman, Novelist Anticipatus.
My children bought this desk for me. The drawers are like little chapters in my wish-to-be-written novel.
Feel the polished wood: like the wood, my family swears that my future readers will love the feelings engendered in my yet-to-be-conceived masterpiece.
My mother, pressured me, sorry, encouraged me, to write, gifting me this antique picture of an unknown author. She laughs, saying that the world doesn’t know who I am yet either.
My wife painted my office this stimulating, soft-warm, orangey-looking color.
Everything’s so friggin’ perfect: pens, paper, dictionary, chair.
How come I just don’t see me in this picture…