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Dialogue:

Once past last week’s homework, the lesson focused on visualising/fleshing out characters and dialogue. Being utterly self centred, I’ve never written a character really, it’s just been me in a succession of good wigs and more appropriate underwear (the high instep and Lulu obsession always gives me away). So I’m in new territory here. We were given photos of people: I hated mine on sight, and a form to complete on their life & character. I inwardly rolled my eyes and went with stereotype – an old man holding a tiger cub and an oriental lady sorting pearls were given unimaginative names and scant background details.

“For our next exercise, we will write a conversation between them. Nothing but their words, no ‘he said’ or ‘she said’, etc.”.

I hate dialogue – it gets in the way of a good story (I’m really not embracing the notion of being a writer, am I?) I like my characters to flesh out detail in their thoughts or to detail an uncomfortable silence or to daydream but not actually speak. Or if they must, to speak economically…

“You have 10 minutes. Go!”

Two minutes later I had finished. Which was good as I got to quietly indulge in my fourth favourite activity…people watching.

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Write:

I have started a creative writing course…in my arrogance I chose to do an intermediate level course and immediately found myself surrounded by People Who Have Done Things With Words. “I blog a bit” I wittered, “and lots of people tell me I should write haha ha”. Tumbleweed swept across room A13.

I must PROVE myself to this group. Ignoring the lame efforts for the writing on the spot exercises which I conspicuously scribble out in my A5 Marvel Superheroes pad (note to self: get grown up notepad), I threw myself into my first homework assignment…

Except it was to write a child’s story involving one or more of the following characters: A Fairy (good or bad), A St Bernard, A Roman Soldier and/or a Teddy.

A lot of people think they can write children’s books – look, it’s just pretty pictures and a few words, perhaps a rhyme. But from the experience of endlessly reading these books and spotting the many many duds, I think it’s very hard to get it right. Nor did I like any of the characters I had been given. I was heading fast into the next lesson with no homework.

4.45 on Wednesday as I was feeding the kids their tea inspiration finally hit as I expanded the brief to ‘writing for young adults’. I frantically typed one handed as I spooned yoghurt into one of the children and peeled stickers off a sheet for the other. No time to get the printer out from its safe house in amongst the small person chaos so just before leaving for class, I hopefully emailed it to the tutor asking if she could possibly print it. Thankfully she did.

The story was incomplete in my opinion but feedback from the group and tutor was good *preen* and I’ve learnt of a new genre of fiction: ‘flash fiction’ which the tutor said my story fulfilled as it stood. This is something to follow up me thinks.

Anyhoo, I want to share my writing to push myself further so here goes:

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RSD:

My history with Record Store Day is chequered. In 2011, I was in town with Mrs M, and we vaguely looked it up in Google to find there were two stores listed in town. We thought this was strange as our local record store had long since closed down. So, we went to the . . . → Read More: RSD:

Indie Schmindie:

The Pixies have always been my favourite band. They were my favourite band in 1988, the noise of Surfer Rosa reverberating around my headphones on the way to school and in the Sixth Form Common Room. They were my favourite band throughout the nineties despite their absence from most of it, and I travelled . . . → Read More: Indie Schmindie:

Progress:

An update to my three projects.

– The political endeavour continues apace. I have been to three meetings so far this year, where we have talked a lot about how we are going to bring down the government, and I think (lowercase) that we may even go and do some canvassing before the next . . . → Read More: Progress:

Sun Kil Moon – Benji:

Back in the day, I would occasionally listen to new music, and sometimes write about said music.

A couple of weeks ago I ordered the new Sun Kil Moon CD. For those of you whom are unaware, Sun Kil Moon is basically a nom de plume for Mark Kozelek, fondly remembered as being the . . . → Read More: Sun Kil Moon – Benji:

New Year:

As Mrs M may have mentioned at some point, we had a busy year in 2013. As well as adding another to our family (+1=4), we moved house. Granted, it was not a huge move (in terms of distance) but it felt it (in terms of effort)

It’s now 4 months after that event. . . . → Read More: New Year:

Redundant

“We are drifting towards a redundant intimacy” quoted a friend recently in response to Mr M’s whittling on about handling a cold call.

That phrase has been rattling round my head every since, specifically in regard to Facebook. Come the day, in my last moment when my life rushes past my eyes I’m sure . . . → Read More: Redundant

Easing:

Last night I blogged for the first time in an age. It was short & perfunctory, true, but I am easing myself back in slowly (said the vicar to the tart).

I had another baby this year. The Small People in my life might get a mention from time to time, but I will . . . → Read More: Easing:

Quite:

I used to be quite good at this – this being ‘finding something to witter on about every day’. Arguably, if you saw my twitter feed, you might suggest that I still command the ability to witter on about absolutely nothing at will and in the face of indifference. But before that, I wittered . . . → Read More: Quite: