“If someone tells you writing is easy, he is either lying or I hate him.” —Farley Mowat

Sunday, December 3, 2023

OCEAN





The story I write explains how the future contains a small box the size that might hold a wedding ring. But inside this box is no ring, instead, a nipple. Perfect red raspberry rising from the pink galaxy of its areola. I do not know if it is the left or right only that it is from one whom I love. Think of the difficult borders of nations. Wind rustling trees, moving through fields, over dunes, has a source just as rivers have a source. I carry this box with me always as a guide, a token, a relic. The sound of the ocean in a shell, but which ocean? 


Friday, April 16, 2021

Thursday, March 7, 2019

Sample first person voices









1. Charles Portis, True Grit
2. Paul Beatty, The Sellout
3. Mona Awad, 13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

Final class: some thoughts and writing activities




SINGLE LINES

When I am ruler of the world…


GROUP WRITING:

Two people write approximately five lines about two characters (from character list)

These two people join together with other two other people. They combine their lines using a transition. Adjust the paragraphs to fit.
Then these four people find four others and repeat.

Then read.

Some transitions:

At the same time
Across the city, province, country, galaxy
On the other side of the desert, city, universe, house, room, coffeeshop, forest
For two weeks
Meanwhile
Afterwards
Previously (unknown to them)
They didn’t know that
At night
For months they did not visit, see, plan, etc.
In the morning, the next morning, one morning years from then
After lunch
The next day
Later that evening
When the sun sank
The following Tuesday, the following century
The previous day, week, year, century, millenium, world
A week later
Months passed
At the appointed time
The next time they met
When they arrived home
As they approached
In the year 2004
It took a month, but
On the first sunny day
Later

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WRITE TO THE END

Write the scene that goes before one of these:


"Up out of the lampshade, startled by the overhead light, flew a large nocturnal butterfly that began circling the room. The strains of the piano and violin rose up weakly from below.”

"Oh, my girls, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than this."

"There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing 
could be done about it, and if you can't fix it, you've got to stand it."

"After all, tomorrow is another day.”

‘So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”

"He turned out the light and went into his/her room. (S)he would be there all night, and (s)he would be there when (s)he waked up in the morning.

"The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.”

"The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.”

"The old man was dreaming about the lions.”

"Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.”

"It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. She was both.”

"In the meantime, she would just live.”

"It's funny. Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

“O God, You've done enough, You've robbed me of enough, I'm too tired and old to learn to love, leave me alone forever."

(https://www.stylist.co.uk/books/the-best-100-closing-lines-from-books/123681)
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WRITE DIALOGUE

In a group of 1-3, write some dialogue--a conversation between the group. Each person take one voice.

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SHEILA HETI's flip a coin exercise.

Ask questions of yourself about your writing project and flip a coin to find out the answer. 

Adapted:  Ask questions about a character/story

You can flip the coin after each question and then determine the next question or just make a list of questions and then flip.

Did John love Jane?
Did Jane love John?
Is the world going to end?
Before they meet?

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What now?

Sources of inspiration. Ekphrastic writing, phrases, characters, settings, notebooks, constraint, what if, something you know that others don't...

Sheila Heti's writing project: listening.

Creating projects for yourself 

Finding writing groups or starting one

Your own voice.

Writing for different ages.

Publishing follow-up.

Using other media.
Video stories: stories with music.

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Instagram Story



Every night at 5, George left his job at the technology park and headed to his car. He would walk across the parking lot to section C2 which was designated for employees in his tier. When he had started, back in the late 80’s, he had been division H. A lot had changed since then. Back then he was still living with his parents and borrowing his mom’s car to get to work. Now he drives a 2012 Lincoln, almost paid off, and owns a small home in Wolcott. A neighborhood just west of the city. He’s worked hard to forge a decent salary. He was never late and never left early. Rarely had he used all his vacation days. He didn’t really know what to do with them. There had been no girlfriends. A few dates with girls from work had only amounted to unreturned phone calls and awkward lunch breaks. George was alone. In fact he was lonely. His mother was worried about him. This irritated him. Last month while driving home from Latham, he’d pulled over at a diner off Route 90. He had to pee. He felt awkward just walking in and using the restroom and so he ordered a coffee and sat at a table by the window near his parked car. The waitress had been friendly. Her name tag read: Ashley. Ashley had strawberry blonde hair and freckles and made George awkward when she said ‘A big, strong man like you needs somethin’ more than coffee’. In fact George wasn’t a big strong man at all. He was self conscious of his small frame. Even his hands were small and he quickly put them under the table during this exchange. He ordered a grilled cheese and thought about how he’d be home late for the start of Jeopardy. He finished his sandwich in a hurry and blushed when the waitress asked his name and laid his check on the table. He’d studied her long fingers, tipped with bright red polish. He began to take his meals at the diner every night. Driving in the opposite direction of his home, and onto route 90. This cost him 45 cents in tolls in either direction. He’d keep exact change to quickly hand the woman in the booth.

One night, after a month or so, Ashley joked “the food here’s not that good George. You sweet on me sugar?” He’d turned the shade of her nails and she’d laughed “This one’s sweet on me Janice” she called over to her co-worker. Then the two of them laughed and so did a few costumers. George left 20 whole dollars on the table and slipped out when she’d gone in the kitchen. On his way home he stopped at the toll booth. He stayed stopped like that. Minutes began to tic by in the red glow of the stop light. The barrier arm remained down. The line of cars behind him began to honk. He’d run out of change. George takes his meals at home again now. On a tv table while sitting on the couch. In front of Jeopardy. He didn’t used to drink beer but now he does. And sometimes when he stands up and heads for the fridge and asks her if she wants a refill, she’ll raise her legs straight out, blocking the path between the couch and the coffee table and say, “That’ll be 45 cents please”.



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Aase Berg: In the Guinea Pig Cave

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Under the Surface