How much autobiography do you knowingly put in your fiction?
I recently let my old pal Mak read my WIP because I thought she might be amused by the scenes I lifted straight from our high school experience.
When I’m reading, sometimes a scene hits me as so true—or so weird—I have to wonder if it really happened. Here is one from HOW TO SAY GOODBYE IN ROBOT by Natalie Standiford:
I turned a corner and came to a small church. There was a headstone near the path leading to the church’s wooden doors. I stepped closer to read the headstone. It said FOR THE UNICORN CHILD.
That is so cool, I thought. What a funky town this was. I imagined a neighborhood Legend of the Unicorn Child, about a one-horned little boy who’d died tragically, hit by a car or shot by a mugger or maybe poisoned by lawn pesticides. The story of the Unicorn Child was so real to these people they’d erected a stone in his memory.
Then I read it again. The stone didn’t say FOR THE UNICORN CHILD. It said FOR THE UNBORN CHILD.
I swear Ms. Standiford or someone she knows really thought there was a unicorn child buried in Baltimore. If not, I’m impressed by writers who make this stuff up.
I want to hear quotes from your favorite books that stand out as so starkly true you think it *had* to have happened to the author in real life. Either that or confess and tell me which parts in your novels are real. I want to know.