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I’m re-starting the My500Words challenge. Why? Sadly, I can’t go to either of my writing classes any more. Script East has moved too far away for me to walk to at night and the previously free, ‘Read, Write, Chat’ has started charging, so I can’t afford to go. I don’t have any paid work at the moment and I’m struggling to get by, so even £4 is £4 too much.
It would be easy to feel sad, but actually it’s liberating. Meeting to write was too tempting a reason to write. I shouldn’t need a reason and a place and a time. I have everything I need right here.
So I am re-starting the #My500Words writing challenge to get me back into a writing habit. To kick it off I’ve started a new blog over at www.mariecooperactor.blogspot.com
🕒 1 minute readAbout to send out my very petite and imperfectly formed, incomplete script. So far it has been for my eyes only and for good reason. It is exceedingly rough, fragmented, and far from close to being finished. So much so, that I felt the need to go through it and liberally prop it up with additional text, explaining the bits that are missing (some of which are still in my head…and some that aren’t….yet).
I attempted to clarify some of the glaringly obvious plot holes and timeline discrepancies and bits that I am not quite sure how they will work on a stage as yet. Whilst also, quite deftly I think, avoiding mentioning that the major plot hasn’t even really been explained in what I have written so far. Although I really hope I have hinted at it a little, or my first draft is going to be even more rubbish than I am expecting it to be.
I was asked if I was ready to perform any of my script at a Scratch night yet and hoping that the answer to that, is unlike my script, glaringly obvious 😂
🕒 1 minute readIn our Read, Write, Chat Meetup Group on Saturday, we were given the writing prompt: ‘Crazy Maker’ and given ten minutes to write. After my initial panic, as my brain squirrels went off like fireworks in my head, this is the little piece of micro fiction I created from it.
She knew it was going to seem crazy to everyone. Hell, it seemed crazy to her and if she couldn’t decide why she was doing it, how would anyone else? She pushed the two edges tightly together, willing the hot, sticky surfaces to stay stuck. How long would it take anyway. Should have read the instructions she mused, as she convinced herself that her arms were aching already.
On the first day, she saw the curved edge of rubber in the dusty, dirty gutter of the road. She sped by. On the second day she felt herself slow down to satiate her curiosity and try to figure out what the object was. On day three, she stopped pedalling, slowed to a dead stop, picked up the grubby, slightly greasy and grainy, black object and popped it, dirt and all, into her backpack.
It was in that moment that she knew she was going to create something with it. She didn’t know what. She didn’t know why. She knew the discarded pieces of roadside debris deserved better. Crazy! Mad! Everyone would think so. But she felt compelled to build something from the lost and the discarded.
©2018 Marie Cooper
195 Words. Wow! 195? Is that all? It seemed like more. No wonder I am finding 500 per day so difficult. What a noob!
🕒 1 minute readWet footsteps on grass
Calling the lightning to dance
She shines in storm light
Sulking in wet socks
Yearning for the rain to stop
He hides in storm light
©2018 Marie Cooper
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Writing at the last minute
I am not sure which planets happened to be in alignment yesterday, but Friday the 13th definitely wasn’t unlucky for me, as for once, my writing actually flowed. I had foolishly left my ‘Read, Write, Chat’ homework until the very last minute, but I knew I would have, at least, an hour or two between meeting my ScriptEast group in the morning, to the café meetup group in the afternoon.
Prose to Dialogue
So I sat in the coffee-shop, set a timer for ten minutes and free-wrote a piece of prose based on the prompt I had been given. Instead of a random piece, I merged the prompt with another idea I had floating around in my head and it ended up becoming a prose version of a scene from my play. I then got so engrossed in changing the prose into dialogue that I totally lost track of the time and was almost late for the meetup.
Write it and it will come
I was in such an elated mood from that point onward. I don’t know whether it was excitement at getting a really touching scene for the play initiated, having already met #My500Words challenge, getting too little sleep the evening before, having not eaten properly since breakfast , too much coffee, finding someone to play Talisman with, the most excellent choice of writing exercises, spending time with great company with open hearts and minds or all of the above but I didn’t get writer’s block at all yesterday. Progress! If you get Writer’s Block, I can’t recommend joining a writing group enough. It can be so beneficial. It both frees and focuses the mind.