Creative Writing

One reason for this blog was for me to write on, I don't want it to be part of some ego trip, but simply a place to put my thoughts down where I won't lose them and will perhaps get some constructive feedback. Yet for some reason I am sat here with stage fright.

All previous attempts at writing have been very private affairs, furtively scribbled into a notebook that has been carefully hidden, like an embarrassing elderly relative that urinates in public and likes to touch people in inappropriate places.

It's almost ironic that I spend my time encouraging children to write and not be afraid to put pen to paper yet I am so nervous myself.

Perhaps I should try those exercises that I encourage the kids to do to get myself going.

Word Association Brainstorming

The Beach

waves, sand, salt, seaweed, bucket, spade, castle, dunes, bikini, tan, sun, breeze, cliff, rocks, spray, seagulls, pebbles, pier, arcades, marram grass, kite, fish and chips, deckchairs,

This helps develop ideas for a scene.

The rain lashed the window, its wet fingers drumming hard enough to make the glass rattle in the frame. Sighing heavily Josh slumped an armchair, the television hissed and buzzed with static in the corner. It hadn't worked properly in days but he switched it on every morning with decreasing optimism.

Who's idea was it to holiday in Scarborough anyway? If it had been summer he could have understood, but February wasn't exactly sunbathing season. He could hear his dad whistling in the kitchen as he made breakfast, even the smell of bacon drifting through the 1970's style serving hatch couldn't cheer Josh up. No doubt he would be dragged out of the house into the rain to look at something of historical interest. Everyone else he knew was back at home playing on their PS3's or knocking about playing football or something, anthing but being stuck in a miserable, badly decorated terraced house in the wettest place in England.

Not sure where this is going yet, but I am sure that I'll find out as it goes on.