Monday brought with it a sad end to my creative writing class, and in the run up to it, I was left feeling rather worried that without my compulsory two and half hours of pure written indulgence, my mind would cease to write.
I still find it rather daunting to sit in front of paper or laptop and just create - although the realise the irony, given that is exactly what I am doing now. The point is, I no longer have any one feeding me ideas. The hot penning exercises were perfect. One sentence however random and three minutes to let the mind and pen flow. Now though, I have to come up with my own, or, and this is what I am hoping for, YOU could help? Perhaps join in as well?Why not pop a sentence in the comment box, and I promise (brownies honour) to write up and publish on my blog the end the result.
Thanks in advance, I look forward to writing for you soon
Maria xx
Yay! This is a brilliant idea. We do need something to push us in a direction or give us inspiration sometimes. If you are at home a lot with the same- or no - company there is not so much stimulation and it can be difficult to write, conversely, if you are at work with loads of stimulation you are often too busy to write or still thinking about work when you come home. So... three cheers for this great idea. Will think something up for you! An Anon Lizzy
ReplyDeleteIt was a dark and snowy night and PieBear wished he had put on his woolly legwarmers and very furry boots before he started out on such a long journey...
ReplyDeletethere you go! Pen poised?? *blows whistle* ;) An Anonabear :)
It was a dark and snowy night and PieBear wished he had put on his woolly legwarmers and very furry boots before he started out on such a long journey. Walking on a sheet of glistening diamonds he slowly made his way through the winding streets, lured on in the knowledge that a steaming cup of hot chocolate would be waiting for him. If he was lucky it might even have marshmellows and cream. His mind was happy now mulling this over, although his tummy started to rumble in happy anticipation of the treat to come. Heart warmed, he shook his fur a little a plodded on.
ReplyDeleteGosh time goes so fast! Very fun though. I would be happy to do another :)
HI Maria
ReplyDeleteLovely! Loved the marshmallows and hot choc! Want to know what happens next! ;)
Here is one about chickens! (you did ask!)
Mrs Wicken gazed at the lump in the straw suspiciously, it was not Mr Wicken's usual toilet spot and so she wondered what on earth it could be...
Oh -and another one.
ReplyDeleteOh my god! Look at that SLUGH cried Mrs Bear - NOW what are we going to do?
just feeling creative tonight... or silly..?!
Got more for you! Feeling creative this morning!
ReplyDelete"Hmmm, Writer's chalk, that sounds useful" - Maria poked it experimentally wondering if it was edible...
"Today," said Maria to her reflection in the mirror, "I am going to shock the world..."
"And this," continued Liz, "is a Snodgebucket - I think you'll find it very useful..."
"I'm very proud of my name," said Hodgepodge bear, "It's got a long history if I could only bring it to mind..."
"You put WHAT in the Christmas pudding?!" cried Maria in a panic....
Tee hee - see if you get inspired by any of those! :)
*clears throat* just want to say...
ReplyDeleteMore, more, more, more! More!! (in between loads of washing and other important errands of course but still...) More!!
A hopeful Bear :)
Sorry I took so long to reply, it's been a ta hectic.
ReplyDeleteStory 1.
Mrs Wicken gazed at the lump in the straw suspiciously, it was not Mr Wicken's usual toilet spot and so she wondered what on earth it could be. Wait a minute it just moved! Now that really was strange. A wriggly little poo? The more it wriggled the more it got covered in straw until it looked like a spikey little conker shell.
"Mr Wicken's!" yelled Mrs Wicken's. "Come explain this wandering spikey yellow poo"
Well Mr Wicken's was as taken aback as Mrs Wicken's. "I promise you chickypoo I haven't eaten anything that could give me that dicky a tummy".
"Cheep" said the scurrying spikey yellow poo. Bashing into another straw bale in blind haste.
"Talking spikey yellow poo!" said Mrs Wicken's. She was having quite a blond moment. Poor baby Wicken's had transformed beyond all recognition.
Story 2
ReplyDeleteOh my god! Look at that SLUGH cried Mrs Bear - NOW what are we going to do? Slugh? Whats a slugh? Quick to the google machine. Maria typed frantically but to no avail the words meaning evaded her. Perhaps it had something to do with that lovely place Slough? Were they known to Slugh? Or perhaps even Slur? Maybe a negative comment directed at Slough is known as a Slugh?
Slightly chuffed with herself for creating a new definition Maria plonked the giant Collins dictionary on the table and looked up the chaps name who made it. I'm sure the people of Slough would love my new word to be in the next edition! Ever the optimist she wrote to the publisher the very same day. Of course she had to add some examples of the words use:
1. Slough is a dump
2. Slough has lots of ploughs and likes to play with cows
Well how rude said the publisher we wouldnt want to encourage these slanderous words against the beautiful and culturally diverse Slough!
And so Maria's definition was forgotton except in her head. And she smiled when she thought of a bad thing about Slough.