I hope this piece will entertain and educate my readers. And, as I am writing exactly one month after the previous post, I will say first of all, in dialogue-style: ‘I wish my readers, fellow Later Writers, A Happy and Productive 2022.’ ‘And how might that come about?’ I hear you ask. ‘Through practice, through reading, through listening, you will find your material. Through perseverance […]
In this series I alliterate a two-word title and then make myself write it. It’s a personal challenge that will get me out of a sticky patch where, while writing my novel, I’m not always coming up with the goods on my blog. Customs Are Individual Choices In our household of two older adults, me and him, we have always enjoyed staying home at Christmas […]
In this series I alliterate a two-word title and then make myself write it. It’s a personal challenge that will get me out of a sticky patch where, while writing my novel, I’m not always coming up with the goods on my blog. The Break Was In Hull [aka Kingston upon Hull] Hull lies on the river of the same name, near to the Humber estuary, in […]
In this new series I’m going to alliterate the two-word title and then make myself write it. A personal challenge that will get me out of a sticky patch where, while writing my novel, I’m not always coming up with the goods on my blog. Why I Need This I don’t live a boring life. However, my brain has a one-track setting. If my emotional […]
Peppered in amongst the Later Writer posts are several mentions of my novel attempts so far. Earlier this years, I abandoned the second attempt and Turned to Crime.
For this piece of Freewriting, I thought I’d tell you about my novel writing so far.
Dear Reg, Who Would Not Eat His Veg (A Cautionary Tale)
Toddler Reg ate all his puréed food,
But with diced veg, he was not so good.
He’d eat the meat and then the chips,
Consume them all and lick his lips.
But sitting on his dish forlorn,
Were bits of carrot, peas, and corn.
This piece of my own writing, taken from one of my notebooks, is all about a routine or ritual activity. In this case, I’ve chosen to write about my papercraft hobby of modern scrapbooking.
By saying “modern” I’m referring to bespoke products that conserve photographs and memories within a set of pages that will not cause everything to turn yellow-brown over time. The acid and lignin within paper and card causes the images to break down. It’s not an attractive way to keep your memories. Remember those sugar paper scrapbooks that are cheap and, not altogether, cheerful?
What matters with this piece of writing is whether the reader comprehends the activity from the description given.
This writing practice is a play on words. Or playing with words. I love words, always coped well with spelling, but there’s nothing quite like making up your own words, even when they turn out to be nonsense.
List words and change just ONE letter in each. The new word does not need to be real – it often isn’t – but it should be plausible, mean something within the context of the original word, however tenuous that connection might be.
f you also usually write via a keyboard, are you certain all your thoughts, your memories, your creativity, are being accessed? Is your own Inner Critic getting in the way – if it tries to stop me right this minute, I can easily continue making pencil marks on the virginal page. There is no Delete or Backspace key to erase bits the critic decides I should lose.