Posted by: elizadashwood | July 19, 2016

Writing Prompt: Point of View

I often struggle to decide which point of view to use when writing. I find it easy to write in the first person, but realise that it is limiting in terms of storytelling. First person narrative limits the ability to see beyond what the narrator tells you. However, it does provide the reader a familiar voice in the story and insights directly from the narrator rather than from a distant storyteller. Third person allows you to see multiple points of view and see a the bigger picture.

Try this: Write a scene in the first person, then try re-writing it in the third person. How do the scenes differ?  What does the reader lose or gain in terms of information from each retelling? Have fun. Happy writing.

 

Posted by: elizadashwood | June 30, 2016

Writing Prompt:Teen Fiction and Magical Things

I’ve started reading a lot of teen fiction lately. It’s not only easy to read and entertaining, it give me and my lovely niece something to talk about.

I have notice that there are certain trends in these books. They (at least the one’s I’m enjoying) tend to be written in the first person. They also seem to have outsiders as their main protagonists. Finally, there is usually some sort of fantasy or supernatural element about them.

I’m currently reading the “Shiver” series by Maggie Stiefvater. It’s about a young girl and her relationship with a boy who turns out to be part of a pack of werewolves. I’ve managed to get through most of the first book of the trilogy in about a day in a half. Not bad going.

What I would like to do is challenge you to write an outline or the premise for a teen fiction book.

Describe your protagonist (they should be 13-17 years old). Describe what they look like, where they come from and what challenge they’re going through. Try to flesh it out as much as possible. Try to include things like their family life, whether or not they have friends or siblings (who is going to be there in support when things get weird), do they have odd habits or flaws? What obstacle are they going to have to overcome? In the case of my current heroine, she’s in love with a werewolf and I suspect she might be one herself.

Have some fun with it and when you’re done, break your summary down into a few key bullet points:

  1. Who is your character
  2. What is their challenge
  3. What are their flaws
  4. who is in the sporting cast
  5. how will they triumph after a few obstacles to overcome?

Have fun, happy writing!

 

Posted by: elizadashwood | June 22, 2016

Writing Prompt: Flawed

The thing that makes a story interesting is when the characters throughout have depth to them. The hero cannot be too perfect or they lack credibility. They must possess a flaw that makes them human and makes their journey interesting and challenging, otherwise, there is no story, or at least, not one we’d care about.

Try drafting an outline for a hero to your story. Describe everything about their character flaws. What is it about them at may prevent them for succeeding in their quest or adventure? Why should we care about them? Are they a good person cast into a bad situation? Are they comfortable with their lives and now have to face a difficult decision that they may not be equipped for? Are they judgemental? Cowardly? Think of Hamet. His great flaw was his indecision and lack of action until it was too late.

Write a short summary of the challenge your main character faces. What is it about him that will prevent him or her from coming forward in the story?

Have fun.

Posted by: elizadashwood | March 30, 2016

Writing Prompt:One Day

I used to always complain that I never had time to myself. I would dream things I would do if I just had one day to sort myself out. When I eventually found I had a load of time on my hands, I felt paralysed by indecision. The piano leered at me, daring me to strike a key. My bookshelves seemed to lean forward, their bulk challenging me and making me feel guilty for all of the untouched spines that stared back. There, in the corner was my cross-trainer and my exercise ball, dusty and unloved. The garden, just beginning to come to life with the recent arrival of Spring begging me to come out and plant more flowers or just to sit in the fickle sun for an hour. And finally this, this machine before me, where I tap, tap, tap on the keys begging me to write something of substance and not to read the latest article slamming American politicians or to haemorrhage minutes and hours on cat videos.

So, I have one day today to do as I please. I’ve booked a weekend away with my best friend, I’ve read a book, done some exercise, made spaghetti and will now pack for a short trip. This evening, I’ll visit a cat rescue centre and with any luck, I’ll pick a new pair of companions. If I have time, I’ll write more and maybe go for a massage. These are all simple things, but they’re all my choice and little things that make me happy. I have a simple, happy list of things to do. If you had one day to do anything you liked, what would it be?

Happy daydreaming!

Posted by: elizadashwood | March 23, 2016

Writing Prompt: Good Night Sweetheart

My beloved cat died on Friday 11th March 2016.

I came home at around 5pm on the evening before and found her sluggish. She had been ill for months. The first diagnosis of liver failure was in early August 2015 and after three overnight stays in the hospital over a 6 month period, no one, not even the vet, expected her to last that long. Every day I had her I wondered if it would be the last. I had a feeling, as the weeks went by, that sooner or later, when she declined one final time, that I would have to put her to sleep. How soon would it be before the final push, the last decline? On that day, I knew I had my answer.

She wobbled into the kitchen and flopped down on the floor near where I was cooking. I could see she was struggling. The weight of fluid that had gathered in her abdomen made it uncomfortable for her to walk and even as she lay on the kitchen floor, she rolled herself over from side to side, trying to make her bulk cooperate with her.

I decided that opening the back door to the garden might help get her to her feet, so I opened the glass doors and waited. She wandered to the open door and sat just inside peering out into the garden. After a few minutes, she jumped up onto a wicker chair that contained her cat bed and nestled in. I closed the door to the garden and went to the sitting room to watch tv. A couple of hours later, she came in and jumped on the coffee table where a glass of water was waiting for her. She had ceased to drink from her water bowl months before and was, by that time, only content to take her drink from a pint glass on the coffee table. I suspect it had something to do with the strain on her neck from leaning down.

She settled in beside me and looking a bit miserable, tried to get comfortable. I went to my office to check something on my computer when I saw it. There was a small pool of vomit on my purple yoga mat, which she had in recent months taken to sleeping on whenever I was working in there and she wanted to be near me. With a shudder of concern, I went to get some cleaning products to tidy the mess. That’s when I discovered another, small trail of vomit along the conservatory floor, where she had been sleeping a few hours before. I cleaned that too, then went back to her in the living room. She was still, but when I put my head to her side, I could hear her breathing laboured. I placed a hand on her wee head and tried to stroke her. A wheezing purr came from her, but was quickly replaced by the shallow rhythm of her struggle for breath. Then, without warning, she sat up in attention again and leaped to the floor and was once more, violently ill. I left her to finish, cleaned up again and waited to see what she would do. She seemed to want to drink more water, but after a couple of gulps, she was back in her place on the sofa.

This went on for about an hour before she was ill again. This time, she wandered into the hallway, as if to try to get to the kitchen, but she stopped after a few steps and flopped over again. She sat there, her paws folded under her as though all she wanted was to get comfortable.

She had always, since she was a kitten, loved the feel of my dressing gown. It was white and fluffy and smelled of me. I found it and made a nest out of it on the end of the sofa next to my spot, then placed her in it. There she stayed for a few minutes, but once again, she struggled to find a comfortable position, I moved next to her, placing my head beside hers until she decided she wanted to be left alone, and turned her back to me, dangling the front half of her body over the arm of the sofa.

By this time I was in a state of such panic and fear and sadness that I didn’t know what else to do. The evening had given into night and it was nearly 11pm. I made on final attempt to make her comfortable, positioning her back onto the dressing gown nest and there I left her. She seemed at last to calm down and when midnight came, I gave her a final pat of the head, a kiss and went upstairs to bed. I knew that if I found her in the same miserable state the next morning, it would be time for me to make that hard, but necessary decision to put her out of her misery. However, when I came down at 8am the next morning, before I reached the stairs and she came into full view, I knew she was gone.

Her small body was stretched along the sofa with her head and front paws dangling slightly over the edge. There was no movement, and when I got close to her, I could see her eyes were half open and a thin string of spittle dangled from her closed mouth, leading to one final pool of vomit on the floor where she had coughed out her life.

I cuddled her and tried to closed her eyes, but was unsuccessful. She had already begun to stiffen, which led me to believe that she had died four or five hours before.

I found a box of the right size, a white towel and all of her toys. I carefully placed her in the towel lined box and covered her, positioned her toys around her, her favourite, just at her front paws, then closed the box.

After a few unsuccessful attempts to find a patch of soft ground in the back of the garden, I settled on one near the front of the garden near the house and within view of the conservatory she has known so well. When at last I buried her in her final resting place, I placed a pot of opened daffodils over the grave to mark the spot and to keep the foxes out.

There she is now, within view of my office window and under the trees, surrounded by snowdrops. I thank whatever forces are out there that the end was quick, that only a few hours passed of discomfort before she died and that I had stayed home from a trip to be with her until the end. I have 13 years worth of memories to keep me going. She’s resting now and someday, when time time is right, I’ll rescue more cats and make this their home, but no cat, however wonderful will replace the affection I had for Titch. The best cat that ever lived. Good night sweetheart.

If you’ve reached the end of this narrative and want an exercise, write about a pet you’ve had or have. Describe them and what they mean to you. Pets have a way of taking over your life, adding stress, inconveniencing you, but you don’t mid because you love them. I, for one, hope I get to feel this awful again.

Posted by: elizadashwood | March 1, 2016

Writing Prompt: The Break Up

We have all parted company with people throughout our lives. It might be friends we no longer speak to, family we fall out wth, partners we split with or colleagues we no longer speak to. People come in and out of you life all the time. Sometimes it’s amicable, sometimes not. In some cases, we just drift apart and we don’t ever realise our communication is over until we stop and think about the people that we no longer see day to day.

For this exercise, think about some of the people that have come in and out of your life. Write about parting ways. If possible, write about falling out with someone. How did it happen? Why? If you could go back and change the outcome, would you? It might reveal some interesting insights into the nature of conflict, open up dialogue possibilities or help you recreate scenes. Have a go and try to be honest, it might be difficult, but sometime the most worthwhile writing is. Good luck.

Posted by: elizadashwood | February 27, 2016

Poem for the day

A friend of mine brought this poem to my attention today. I thought I’d share.

IF…by Rudyard Kipling

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

Posted by: elizadashwood | February 21, 2016

Writing Prompt:Happy Days

I sometimes find it harder to recall happy memories than sad ones. Maybe we’re programmed that way. If I focus, I can think of happy times with my family, friends, adventures, etc. It’s particularly hard when times are tough, but when you take the time to list the good times, it drowns out the bad times.

This is a pretty straight forward exercise. Write down as many happy thoughts about your life and your past as you can think of. For the sake of argument, pretend you’re Harry Potter and you need to produce a Patronis charm (for you Harry Potter fans). Think of the happiest time in your life and write about it.

 

Posted by: elizadashwood | February 9, 2016

Writing Prompt: Letter Writing

They say that hand written letters are a dying breed. I’m trying to see the practice alive by writing to my friends and family oversees. i’m going to try to avoid email from now on if there is nothing urgent going on. There’s something special about sending and receiving an actual letter.

One of my weaknesses is stationary. I love new clean sheets of decorative paper, especially when coupled with a fountain pen. I have a Waterman pen and an old fashioned ink well that was a gift. So, last night I wrote to a friend back in the US, my parents and my brother. I know that I’m delighted when I get something hand written in the post, so I hope they’ll enjoy it too.

There is one unique thing about letter writing. You can’t delete. You can only cross out and write. I think that makes me more careful both in the content and my penmanship.

It also forces you to employ a bit of brevity if you have a finite amount of space to write in. For this exercise, sit down and write a hand written letter to someone special. It doesn’t have to be profound, you can simply say hi and give them a few updates on your life. Ask how they’re doing or something similar.

It’s a nice way to practice writing and let someone know you’re thinking about them at the same time.

Enjoy!

Posted by: elizadashwood | February 8, 2016

Writing Prompt:Redrum

I’ve been watching a lot of crime thrillers lately and I got me thinking, how would  commit the perfect murder? What are some creative ways of doing someone in and getting away with it? For this prompt, let’s get stuck in with the following, make a list of ways to kill a person. Next, make a list of how you could potentially get rid of the body. Add an alibi. Throw in a motive or two and try to knit together just a loose outline of a plot. See what comes out. Have fun! Happy hunting!

Here’s an example to get you started:

Murder weapon:

  1. Drowning
  2. Dressing robe belt
  3. Scissors
  4. Poison
  5. Burial

Body Disposal

  1. Railway Embankment
  2. Field
  3. Under a house
  4. Dismemberment and burning
  5. Meat grinder

Motive:

  1. Revenge (think of things someone might kill someone for in retaliation)
  2. Money
  3. Nutjob

 

 

 

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