Alright- seems that I'm sticking with Sunday now; that's finally fallen into a routine now, I think.
Now, as for work- yes, nothing posted on here. I've been working on the Autumn Ghost Story, but mainly thinking rather than writing, which isn't very good. I have no excuses.
Nether-the-less, I have developed an idea! I'm thinking that the story will be about a teenage school person who is paranoid and can be superstitious and, as he walks through a forest to go home from in the dark Autumn Season, things start to haunt him. It will mainly hinge on the question of what truly is haunting him- 'a ghost, or his mind?' kind of idea. It'll have to be a ghost I think, but the character won't be sure of that- his mind may be able to play a part as well anyway. He never has the courage to look for the ghost, or tell anyone he knows- he'll believe that people will just dismiss him and laugh and such- if you are already superstitious, you are less likely to be believed, so maybe he'll have a past relating to this.
This may be just a cluster of thoughts when written out like this, but I think I can write it well. So, I'll get to typing.
Sunday, 8 December 2013
Sunday, 1 December 2013
Writing Journal- 01/12/13
Oh dear, I appear to have missed an entry or two. I think I'm sticking with writing these on Sunday now though- I don't think that I have to do them on Fridays.
Okay- firstly, cover last week. It seems that I forgot to say something in the week before last week. That was how I have to do a short story based around the picture- 'The Awakening Conscience'. That's been baffling me- I need to give it more thought. All I really know is that the way that I'm doing it is a 'Story of Seduction from of Seven Articles of Clothing'. I am struggling- but, to be fair, I haven't given it too much attention; less than I should have.
Now, things that I'm doing now. Still many, many things to catch up on. But new ones to do are tweaking my short story- better verbs and conveying the clever story better I think. Also, the newest one is an Autumn ghost story assignment. What I've got for that right now is that I want a forest setting- the way that the trees and the leaves and such can obscure things so well- that could lead somewhere. The ghost may have been a child who died from tree-climbing, but I may need to develop that a lot- it seems a tad weak alone to me. Night time is also good. And mist perhaps. And many, many trees, the type to get lost in. Hmm, it strikes me that this is getting a tad cliche, but I think this will work. I need to explore some forests really to get the gist- I've been advised.
Okay- firstly, cover last week. It seems that I forgot to say something in the week before last week. That was how I have to do a short story based around the picture- 'The Awakening Conscience'. That's been baffling me- I need to give it more thought. All I really know is that the way that I'm doing it is a 'Story of Seduction from of Seven Articles of Clothing'. I am struggling- but, to be fair, I haven't given it too much attention; less than I should have.
Now, things that I'm doing now. Still many, many things to catch up on. But new ones to do are tweaking my short story- better verbs and conveying the clever story better I think. Also, the newest one is an Autumn ghost story assignment. What I've got for that right now is that I want a forest setting- the way that the trees and the leaves and such can obscure things so well- that could lead somewhere. The ghost may have been a child who died from tree-climbing, but I may need to develop that a lot- it seems a tad weak alone to me. Night time is also good. And mist perhaps. And many, many trees, the type to get lost in. Hmm, it strikes me that this is getting a tad cliche, but I think this will work. I need to explore some forests really to get the gist- I've been advised.
Monday, 25 November 2013
Short Story with Twist Ending
A 100 word 'write a story' assignment. But it needs a twist. For now, I'll try to write it with as little words as possible, but I won't fully stick to the word limit just yet.
What killed the dinosaurs? I pounced at the chance to find the answer, and now I was about to experience it. The machine certainly worked- the setting we know was all around me: the luscious landscape, the terrific scale and, of course, the colossal giants roaming it. Naturally, I had to take something back to our time. It was just an egg- from what dinosaur, I do not know. 'Perhaps we could raise it?' I thought, as I delicately placed it in the contraption that was to bring it back.
A white flash; a scorching heat.
All life on Earth was gone in an instant. Including myself.
What killed the dinosaurs? In answering that question for myself- I had created it for all of you. I killed the dinosaurs. I killed the dinosaurs. I Killed The Dinosaurs.
What killed the dinosaurs? I pounced at the chance to find the answer, and now I was about to experience it. The machine certainly worked- the setting we know was all around me: the luscious landscape, the terrific scale and, of course, the colossal giants roaming it. Naturally, I had to take something back to our time. It was just an egg- from what dinosaur, I do not know. 'Perhaps we could raise it?' I thought, as I delicately placed it in the contraption that was to bring it back.
A white flash; a scorching heat.
All life on Earth was gone in an instant. Including myself.
What killed the dinosaurs? In answering that question for myself- I had created it for all of you. I killed the dinosaurs. I killed the dinosaurs. I Killed The Dinosaurs.
Tuesday, 19 November 2013
Writing Journal- 19/11/13
Late Writing Journal again- sorry about that. Nothing really to speak of, I just need to get back to writing things with the ideas and assignments that I have.
So yes, done. Now back to the short story- It should be done by Thursday. If not then bad tidings.
So yes, done. Now back to the short story- It should be done by Thursday. If not then bad tidings.
Sunday, 10 November 2013
Writing Journal- 10/11/13
Sunday...grr- my consistent journal update record is soiled (although I published the last one on a Sunday; it was written on a Saturday!). Ah yes, and I appear to have done nothing but never mind that- the mocks are over and I should write something this week if I don't get lazy.
The pieces I'm trying to write are the same as last week really, but I do have new ideas. For one, 'The Human Radiator'- I have a lot of planning done for that. Not sure if it's going to be a poem or story so I shall probably try both. I'm getting a sort of 'Edward Scissorhands' vibe from the idea, although I haven't seen the film. It's going to be focused on how someone with the properties of a radiator is treated socially- folks will take advantage of him/her in the winter, but shun him/her in the summer, without getting to know him as a person. Knowing Tim Burton though, I would like this story to be a tad more light hearted than Edward Scissorhands may have been. Tim Burton is great by the way- he did Nightmare before Christmas.
I also have an idea for a poem about how I get ideas. I'll leave it a mystery until then.
I still have a lot of pieces to do from last week before I get to these though, and I particularly want to do that humorous piece. That will have to wait as well though; travel writing and poem comes first. Although, I really would like to write something that tops Oli's 'Origami Barrack Obama'.
The pieces I'm trying to write are the same as last week really, but I do have new ideas. For one, 'The Human Radiator'- I have a lot of planning done for that. Not sure if it's going to be a poem or story so I shall probably try both. I'm getting a sort of 'Edward Scissorhands' vibe from the idea, although I haven't seen the film. It's going to be focused on how someone with the properties of a radiator is treated socially- folks will take advantage of him/her in the winter, but shun him/her in the summer, without getting to know him as a person. Knowing Tim Burton though, I would like this story to be a tad more light hearted than Edward Scissorhands may have been. Tim Burton is great by the way- he did Nightmare before Christmas.
I also have an idea for a poem about how I get ideas. I'll leave it a mystery until then.
I still have a lot of pieces to do from last week before I get to these though, and I particularly want to do that humorous piece. That will have to wait as well though; travel writing and poem comes first. Although, I really would like to write something that tops Oli's 'Origami Barrack Obama'.
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Writing Journal- 02/11/13
Well then, this is a thing I have to do weekly now. I was going to start it on Friday- a nice, solid day that's easy to remember and the day where the storm of homework has usually passed- but I forgot. Saturday it is.
I have a lot of plans for what I'm going to write; I'm just having a lot of trouble writing them- which is an issue. First of all, there is a poetry piece due this Monday that I need to start. That's going to be based on my drama club and the inevitable panic and stress before a performance, as well as the good parts. No idea how to start that off though, so I'll be looking up some poetry and hopefully getting the gist. I've also been planning a piece for a while about an ice-cream man. I'll try to start that soon. Oh, and I also have a travel writing assignment which is probably going to be about my most recent adventure to the Shake Shed...in Whitstable. I'm quite looking forward to that actually. It will get started soon- especially since it's late (I'm sorry mam, but I am getting to it). Finally, I feel as if my sense of humour has been drying up recently. Thus, tonight I plan to immerse myself in some comedy-perhaps Bill Bailey-and try to start a funny piece from whatever I get from that.
So I have a lot of starts-and finishes-to do; two pieces needing to be finished for Monday. I guess I could have made this better for myself if I actually did something this half-term, so that was silly of me. This is going to be a...different weekend. Or, knowing me, a stressful Sunday.
I have a lot of plans for what I'm going to write; I'm just having a lot of trouble writing them- which is an issue. First of all, there is a poetry piece due this Monday that I need to start. That's going to be based on my drama club and the inevitable panic and stress before a performance, as well as the good parts. No idea how to start that off though, so I'll be looking up some poetry and hopefully getting the gist. I've also been planning a piece for a while about an ice-cream man. I'll try to start that soon. Oh, and I also have a travel writing assignment which is probably going to be about my most recent adventure to the Shake Shed...in Whitstable. I'm quite looking forward to that actually. It will get started soon- especially since it's late (I'm sorry mam, but I am getting to it). Finally, I feel as if my sense of humour has been drying up recently. Thus, tonight I plan to immerse myself in some comedy-perhaps Bill Bailey-and try to start a funny piece from whatever I get from that.
So I have a lot of starts-and finishes-to do; two pieces needing to be finished for Monday. I guess I could have made this better for myself if I actually did something this half-term, so that was silly of me. This is going to be a...different weekend. Or, knowing me, a stressful Sunday.
Friday, 27 September 2013
Don't Be A Pawn (Version 1)
First piece for my coursework, a 300 word article.
As I gazed at the pale yellow shell of what was once a well respected and dignified pass-time, my heart bawled for humanity.'Deluxe Chess/Checkers/Draughts'. A box, packed with centuries of joyful memories; simply cast away into a space between two cupboards, as if no-one would ever notice. Is this what the next generation holds? Must the future shovel another of our beloved traditions into it's filthy gullet? Is it too late? Perhaps a chess-less future is all that awaits humanity. Kids won't know what they've missed.
This was the perfect article. One to surely impress my peers. I promptly turned to my teacher to share my new story on behalf of the neglected chess-box- confident that she would agree. However, she quickly replied that, in fact, this chess box was far from neglected and was used daily by sixth formers. She even rallied another teacher over to confirm that the chess box was a perfectly happy one- opening the box to show it was empty. The board was being used as we spoke. 'But you could write your article about that' she continued. 'How you didn't notice...'.
Well I felt silly.
Not only that, I was ashamed. I always try to defend my fellow teenagers from the 'oh, kids today and their technology' rubbish shared among grumpy old people and mums. But here I simply look at a chess box and presume that no teen nowadays would want to play a board-game.
Perhaps it was some sort of subconscious desire to be on the same wavelength as my peers. Although that's even worse- that just means I was trying to suck up to them. Which also suggests that they are grumpy old people; of course, they are not. I felt like a sheep- a slave to the opinions of others who only knows how to follow.
A silly sheep.
Folks, don't be a silly sheep.
As I gazed at the pale yellow shell of what was once a well respected and dignified pass-time, my heart bawled for humanity.'Deluxe Chess/Checkers/Draughts'. A box, packed with centuries of joyful memories; simply cast away into a space between two cupboards, as if no-one would ever notice. Is this what the next generation holds? Must the future shovel another of our beloved traditions into it's filthy gullet? Is it too late? Perhaps a chess-less future is all that awaits humanity. Kids won't know what they've missed.
This was the perfect article. One to surely impress my peers. I promptly turned to my teacher to share my new story on behalf of the neglected chess-box- confident that she would agree. However, she quickly replied that, in fact, this chess box was far from neglected and was used daily by sixth formers. She even rallied another teacher over to confirm that the chess box was a perfectly happy one- opening the box to show it was empty. The board was being used as we spoke. 'But you could write your article about that' she continued. 'How you didn't notice...'.
Well I felt silly.
Not only that, I was ashamed. I always try to defend my fellow teenagers from the 'oh, kids today and their technology' rubbish shared among grumpy old people and mums. But here I simply look at a chess box and presume that no teen nowadays would want to play a board-game.
Perhaps it was some sort of subconscious desire to be on the same wavelength as my peers. Although that's even worse- that just means I was trying to suck up to them. Which also suggests that they are grumpy old people; of course, they are not. I felt like a sheep- a slave to the opinions of others who only knows how to follow.
A silly sheep.
Folks, don't be a silly sheep.
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