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Showing posts with label Cathie Hartigan. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 December 2016

Ouch! Shock Development.

When I started this blog, I tracked down one of the ladies who wrote it and asked permission to use her book and blog my results, progress and impressions of it as I went. I heard nothing until last night when she wrote to me and said '...we do not give you permission to use the exercises or quote from the book.' That's quite a slap in the face given that I've bought the book and was doing my best to promote it. In my humble opinion, it is a good book and I think that my final assessment would have been pretty positive. Frankly, I didn't ask for permission to quote from the book and if I can't use the exercises then it might be fair to consider asking for a refund.

It is however, only one book out there in a large market and I will now get on with starting a new one. I have gone for 'Back to Creative Writing School' by Bridget Whelan and will endeavour to avoid the same issues again. Largely by not sending a polite enquiry to the author and also by continuing not to quote from or giving away too much of the book. Let’s face it, if anyone has the stamina to read weeks of my blogs to try to glean the essence of a writing course and all for the sake of saving the cost of a book then good luck to them. My recommendation will always be to buy the book if you like what you see here.

Lesson learned, back soon with my first impressions of the new book.

Friday, 9 December 2016

Don't steal my YOP!



Exercise 2

This one was interesting, a composite character. I wrote a list of six people, either famous or known to me, and listed six things about each of them. I went for 

Job
Appearance
Sense of humour
Item of clothing
Place
Mannerism

Having listed these, I rolled a dice (in fact a random number generator using atmospheric noise to pick numbers) to choose which answer to use from each person. My selections left me with:

A footballer (From Jimmy Bullard).
Mediterranean looking (From Davide, my daughter’s swimming instructor).
Good but weird sense of humour (From my friend, Francois).
Wears lots of rings (From Debs, an actress we know).
Associates strongly with university (From David Mitchell).
Points a lot and is cocky (From Usain Bolt).

I am then to write a paragraph about them in a mundane situation, okay…
 I immediately think of a situation where all of these characteristics overtly combine in a single wild scene. 

Holly dribbles her football down the university hall. She’s trying to catch the lift. Another student gets in the way. She slams his face into the wall, scratching him with her many rings as she does so. She can see the doors starting to close and redoubles her effort, black hair flowing behind her. Ten meters to go, the doors are halfway shut but she has time. Flying past her tutor’s door, she cocks a finger and respectful nod at him. Her fingers jam into the closing door and it reopens. At the astonished group in the lift, who witnessed the whole thing, she offers a winning smile and says ‘Going down?’

On second thoughts, maybe I’m being asked to describe the scene and allow the character to respond naturally. After a bit of contemplation (and wondering if maybe I want a re-roll [or re-generate] on which of Usain Bolt’s characteristics I want included), here's what I've got.

Holly doesn’t lose her cool easily but this could be an exception. After the essentials there was rarely any money left for a luxury. Essentials included money for bus fare to Uni, books when she couldn’t borrow them, pens when she couldn’t steal them, drinking, smoking and taxi home on a Saturday night.
‘Where is it?’ she asked her housemates, the three of them looking at her with innocent bewilderment.
‘What?’ asked Kelly.
‘My drink…’ more blank looks ‘from the fridge’
‘That yoghurt?’ this was Macie.
‘Yoghurt drink, if it was a yogurt, it wouldn’t have come in a bottle.
‘A yogurt drink’s still a yogurt.’
‘No, it… okay, I’ve just realised that I don’t care what it’s called, its present location is of far more interest to me.’
Leshawn took her attention away from her phone for long enough to ask Holly why she played football when she was too clever for it. Holly ignored the question, assuming it to be rhetorical, Leshawn was already looking at her phone again anyway.
‘Right, I’m going out, any of you lot’ she roved a finger around the room ‘feel you need to replace it, now’s your chance.’ With that Holly went out.

It's an abrupt end I know but it was also only supposed to be a paragraph. Starting work on question 3 now.

Monday, 5 December 2016

Chapter 2 and a moped wash.



Well, I blasted through the first chapter exercise which was great, it got me writing straight away. I didn’t really understand why it started with so much focus on teachers but maybe that’s just because I haven’t yet got one.

This weekend I was in Marrakesh, crazy place and I only mention it as an excuse to put a picture on here. That said, I suppose it is still relevant because studying a book in all the chaos was more or less impossible. 

Anyway, here's a picture of a moped wash and garage. What?

Chapter two contains a mountain of information in thirty or so pages covering character, plot, character vs plot, narrative viewpoints and dialogue. There’s a lot to take in but it reduces the writing process down in such a way that I feel I could knock out a novel on a spreadsheet. Certainly, that’s always been the way I’ve imagined writing, working out the details of each character how they interact and then the actual words will be easy! I know it’s not going to be like that but I like the wording in the book where it casually says “Once you’ve finished your novel…”

So, the exercises at the end of chapter two are on their way, the first of these gets me to create a character from bits and pieces of well-known people, I won’t go through the process. I’m deliberately being vague because I don’t want to stop people buying the book which you can do here.

The second exercise gets me to re-imagine a scene from Middlemarch by George Eliot in a more up to date style.

Better get on with it then, hadn’t I?

Back soon.