Thursday, 10 October 2013
Week one course comments
Hello there, It's been almost a week since I started my course, and so far I've loved it. Although it's left us with little time for anything else at the desk, it's worthwhile as studying is something I always regretted having to stop when I became ill. Luckily I found out I could continue my degree studies with OU, with all my credits transferred that I'd earned at the local uni.
This week on my course the focus has been on freewriting, the idea is to develop a writing habit and try to write something each day. freewriting is jotting down whatever thoughts come into your furry head, whether from a prompt or just seeing what words your paws form. The freewrites are not supposed to be heavily edited at this stage, it's raw writing as it lands on the page. However, if the freewrite leads to a spark of inspiration for a story then it has achieved one of its objectives.
We've also been attempting clustering, which is another word for mind mapping, taking one word and creating maps from that word, wherever it may lead you, both techniques can be used in conjunction with each other. I've found clustering tricky as my brain wants to race on and finish the map before it's even started.
I'm not able to post anything I'm planning to submit for assessment until everything has been marked at the end of the year, but if I create any little ditties along the way, or think of anything to share, I'll be posting here for you to read.
With that in mind, here is a freewrite based on the prompt 'She Turned Around and There he Was......
She turned around and there he was, appearing as he did each night, his bag slung casually over his shoulder. sometimes it was full, sometimes empty. Tonight it was stuffed so full, she was sure that he would share its contents with her. She had gone without for so long now she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be folded into its gritty layers. The experience was seldom nondescript, occasionally extremely exciting, often intermittent in its delivery, but welcome, always undeniably welcome and wanted. Whatever form it took, she needed it. She willed him to turn, to notice her need, an addict denied her drug, she silently pleaded, 'come on, please, send some of your sack of sleep this way for a change, Mr. Sandman.'
You may have guessed this was written on a sleepless night! Now I'm off to try clustering word by word instead of attempting to reach the end before I've completed the beginning.
With love from the bears