I’ve just finished a manuscript. Someone said ‘oh, its a bit autobiographical, is it?’
I prefer the phrase roman a clef, moi meme. But maybe. A bit. It worked for Charles Dickins and Will Self, after all.
Very strange things are happening with this MS. A friend suggested a better ending. Re-wrote. Then discovered new Facebook pictures that seemed to substantiate the fiction as if in a mirror.
As the man said, strange brew, look what’s inside of you.
