Write about THIS and you’ll never be stuck again
For the majority of my writing career (and by this I mean, since I was about 8 years old), I wanted to write about a life I wish I had.
Like many kids in the ’90s, I used to eat, sleep and breathe Goosebumps. I was also obsessed with anything by Christopher Pike and Tom B. Stone.
I binge-watched The Mighty Ducks, Air Bud and Angels in the Outfield, and that’s how my imagination was shaped.
I wrote about 12-year-olds going on epic adventures, finding strange crystal balls in the attic and fighting monsters and weird creatures.
I pictured American high schools with long corridors lined with lockers, populated by kids in baseball attire hanging out in the cafeteria (my school in Italy was very different from what I saw in movies).
I fantasised about New York suburbs and preteen boys playing basketball to escape their problems.
I made up stories about orphans, kids who never knew their families or were displaced and had to make it on their own (I’m unsure why I was fascinated by that).
I wrote about things I didn’t know.
