This is a story about how I wrote this story.
My tale starts now, in the kitchen. I am sitting on a chair in front of my computer, when I declare something to no one in particular.
"I got an idea for a new story."
"Let us hear it then," my mother says.
"Im going to write a story on how I wrote the story." I get no reply. "How does that sound?"
"Interesting," my mother says, and turns back to cutting potatoes. I think about it for sometime. Would this be a good idea? Could this story be The One?
Yes, I decide.
So that is when I open a word processor on my computer and start writing.