I've decided to hop back upon the old fiction writing horse. The trouble is that the best fiction I write tendds to be largely autobiographical. There's this magazine, Writer's Journal that has contests galore for writers of all shapes and sizes. They have a bi-monthly contest where they supply the opening line and the loyal readers submit stories that use that opening line. In each issue they list the next 3 opening lines and due dates. So I started writing two different stories simultaneously using 2 of their opening lines. The first of which is a tale about a young boy and his kid sister discovering something mysterious in their grandparent's attic. Actually it's not that autobiographical at all. While I did visit my grandparents frequently as a young boy, I rarely ventured upstairs and even when I did it wasn't on exploratory missions. It's also not progressing too well as I'm already stuck. I have good character development but no real semblance of what the hell I'm going to do with the plot.
The other tale is a bit more autobiographical in that it's a tale of one of my greatest fears-- having to move back in with my parents. And it's not just the moving back in with my parents that's so terrifying, it's the idea of moving back to my hometown. For a twist I'm writing it in a Jay McInerney-esque second person which could be unnerving to readers not used to it. That tale is progressing better, but my internal editor is already noticing flaws and while I do see where I'm going with it, I don't see myself getting there within the confines of the contest-- I don't forsee it being a short story. At the rate I'm going it's more likely to end up as a novella. I need to learn to turn off my internal editor while I'm still on my first draft though, otherwise it will end up like so much of my other writings, unfinished and unrealized.