So I did a wee scribble of a freewrite earlier with my ipod turned up playing songs on shuffle this is what came out of my head.
I don’t often feel in colours but when I do it’s Red. The purest, brightest shade of red that scorches me from my crown to my toes. Every pore is blazing and I am a beacon of emotion. The space between my fingers shimmers with the heat I am radiating. I will burn everything to the ground with my fury and you cannot stand in my way. I am Rage.
But when that fire dies I am nothing, a black hole of being. If I am not angry then am I anything at all? I shine so bright when I am red but if that colour fades then I am only hues of darkness indiscernible from the night. I feel empty.
One day I hope that my rage will do good to someone, but anger, like fire is only destruction so I fear my hope is futile. Fire can forge so perhaps I can hone others into betterment with my colour, make theirs shine brighter.
I don’t understand how I was made this way, all fury or a void. I wish I was neither.
It’s only short but I wanted to share it anyway.
Until next time chaps
Afternoon all! So one of the tasks in the first chapter of the BRB is to spend 20 minutes every day for a week doing a freewrite and a clustering exercise using either the prompts from the book or your own. Yes I am doing this a few weeks ahead of when I should but I feel like it’s better to be slightly ahead than lagging behind when deadlines come looming out the dark.
So every day this week I’m going to use one of the prompts to do my freewrites and then I shall post them up on here like a terribly brave person *gulps*. The clusters I won’t trouble you with since they are going to be shite.
Monday’s Prompt – “Tea, Toast and 3 Paracetamol”
Blinding agony, skull rippling, brain too damn big for its box. Too much to drink last night, shouldn’t have listened to those idiots. Who thinks four shots of Jaegarmeister in a row is a good idea? Fucking binge-drinking lunatics that’s who. And students. But I’m pretty sure they’re all one and the same.
Too old to be a student these days. Takes more pills to quell a hangover, more food to soak up the excess alcohol and buckets more caffeine to blow the awful gritty feeling from my eyes.
Shower is scalding. Perfect. Nothing quite like the feeling of having the skin flayed off your back by wires to shock you awake. Fuck. Water is going cold again. Damn boiler always does this. Costs too much to replace right now so just have to deal with sporadic arctic showers.
Growing up is the worst thing about life. You have to responsible for making your own breakfast, cleaning up your crap and fixing your fuck-ups – no adult supervision required. I may be an adult but I’ll be damned if I sign up for this grown-up shit.
Anyone who can’t get twenty minutes pure joy from riding a swing at 3am while piss-drunk is definitely a grown-up.
*ta da!* That was what came out of 10 minutes of freewriting. It’s a bit less story-like than most of my previous efforts and I think it turned out ok, although it doesn’t look like much when typed up. Having nearly a page of hand-written work is always more encouraging 😛
Pop back tomorrow for Tuesday’s attempt if you like 🙂
I haven’t actually done a post yet related to my other OU module – A215 Creative Writing – so I wanted to talk about one of the techniques that my BRB (Big Red Book) talks about in the first few chapters. On Wednesday I spent a good hour sat on a sofa in an old converted church that is now an indoor climbing centre freewriting from one of the prompts in the coursebook.
Freewriting is one of those techniques that is supposed to loosen up the writing muscles and encourage you to just write whatever thoughts jump into your head and not think about whether it’s necessarily good at that point. It could be used as a morning warm-up exercise before starting to write properly for the day or as a way of generating ideas to develop into stories later.
The BRB has several prompts for both these purposes, and encourages you to try doing freewrites just to see what comes out of it as well as coupling the freewrite with a clustering exercise (which makes even less sense to me) and using the ideas you produce from the cluster to focus your freewriting. I have yet to try the latter but hopefully I’ll have a few goes before the module starts officially.
So in my hour sat closer to a vaulted ceiling than I think I’ve ever been before I started with the prompt “That smell reminds me of…” and wrote just over 2 pages in my notebook (it’s only an A5 bound notebook but it has the Hogwarts crest on the front so it’s awesome). I picked that one because I was intrigued by the old musty smell that lingered in the upper section of the former church – what would that smell remind someone of?
My writing started off quite straightforward and the scenario was your average contemporary realistic one and then it eventually veered off towards aspirational fanfiction (Hogwarts notebook wants to make witches out of everyone :P). For my own amusement that’s fine but I could probably do with leaving Hogwarts out of my freewrites and course activities since it will be considered as plagiarism.
I reckon I need to have a lot more practice with Freewriting and try to produce a range of ideas rather than plumping for what I normally like to write which is Fantasy (whether it be Historical, Urban, Portal or Epic High fantasy). This course is supposed to allow myself to improve and grow my writing skills and that is gonna invariably involve doing shit I don’t want to do *has nightmares about poetry*.
Now I need to go get on with some other writing today *coughmyowndamnbookcough* before going to a Lee Evans gig later tonight.
p.s. I don’t think there was a belfry in this old church. My post title is a lie. So is cake.