Sometimes, in fact lets run happily into the archaic sense, oft times it is better to just write things than to stare blankly at a page.
There is nothing more hopeless than the writer blocked for something to say…well that’s a pile of poo, there are a lot of things more hopeless, and a lot of things more meaningless, but the colloquial construct seems to fit.
If you hadn’t guessed it this is one of those times, I am attempting the free writing that my Creative Writing Tutor said was good to exercise the writing muscles in the brain.
The issue is always with what to write, where to begin, what to say, what voice to use, how to catch the readers interest…
…the bomb exploded and tore his face clean from the skull leaving a bleached grinning nightmare spewing blood from torn sockets…
…I want a divorce said the young man to his lover as the tears started to flood from his eyes the betrayal still haunting his heart…
…’fuckers’ she screamed as the little league teams came out onto the pitch surprising her mother who had only just taught her the correct phrase was ‘motherfuckers’…
…the ending was in all our beginnings and we knew this as the walls closed in around the sunset crowding the horizon…
…’water games are fun, aren’t they Andy Pandy?’ Said Lucy as she squatted over his…
Of course the voice is to as important as one might assume, I like to think you can ease into that as you write your piece. but, I much prefer fluid writing, just spouting the prose and then returning to it once I have a start and a feel for a character. this isn’t the only method but it is the one that I feel most comfortable with.
Sometimes I have used base plan, a series of points to discuss or a route to take, and I always map out a scene or two in my head, maybe with dialogue, I often don’t know where the scene or words fit in the story but they give me something to build on. I guess I am fitting the voice and some of the narrative into position at that point but not much, and maybe not really as there is little structure, just a few random moments to give me a sense of tense or narrative.
Anyway, that’s my ten minutes…
Exunt, chased by a bear.
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