Here we are once more, the beginning of another long and tiring week. Today, I thought I would let you all know how my writing is going. It’s been a while since I updated you guys on what pieces I’m properly working on. I’ve just really been writing blogs on any topics that suit me at the time, which I have really enjoyed and apparently you have to. But let’s do something different shall we?
Also, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical mistakes in this blog. I part wrote this at uni and finished it when I got home. I am very tired and can't pick up on every single error so please bear with me.
Before I start, the title of this blog is from a lyric from the song Get Better by Frank Turner. This song has actually saved my life and I owe so much to Mr Turner. Please give the song a listen, The lyrics are very relatable and the song can give strength to anyone and everyone. And it will get stuck in your head!
So let us delve into the world of Creative Writing, shall we? I mean, you don’t really have much choice in the matter. You could stop reading and exit this blog post, but why would you want to do that? I could give you this week’s lottery numbers and you would miss them. I’m not. So don’t get your hopes up. Sorry to dash your dreams into a million pieces.
Because I’m halfway through my semester, I am constantly doing work. Writing new pieces, drafting pieces and thinking of new ideas. Take Saturday night just gone. After a long walk with Yashka, (it was near on six miles altogether) I was doing work until about ten at night. I was also doing work, mainly during the return of Ant and Dec’s Saturday Night Takeaway. I was writing the first draft of my radio play during the ad breaks and watching the show when it returned from commercials. This worked really well for me as I was getting work done and rewarding myself with watching a great show. (Other television shows are available)
Usually I procrastinate quite a lot when I am working upstairs. Even though I am in front of a computer and there is not much else that can distract me, it happens. Either I am on my phone or skipping songs or just not writing. I tend to stare at the computer screen and wait for inspiration to strike. For any writers out there, don’t do this. It doesn’t work. Inspiration will not strike out when you least expect it. You need to go looking for inspiration. Take a walk, take a bus or train ride. Get outside and get active.
One of the pieces I have recently been working on is titled Anniversary. I’m planning on submitting this piece as part of one of my modules at university. So far, it has had a few drafts and I have had discussions with the module leader about it. I myself am quite happy with what I have got so far, but I know that I will need to do a lot more editing and drafting until I am happy with it. Originally, I got the idea from a task we were set in class. We were told to come up with five synopses of different short stories and pick a couple to work on. My peers also seem happy with the piece so far and many want to know who the strange man is who is introduced near the end of the story. I’m unsure whether or not to continue this story or just to leave it where it is. I love writing cliff-hangers and open endings as I like to let the readers make their own minds up about the piece and come to their own conclusions as to what happens after the end. Many people I know don’t actually like these kind of endings as they like to know exactly what happens. I understand this as there is a sense of closure when you read a piece of fiction that has a definite ending. But there’s something really special about coming to your own conclusions and carrying the story on further if you don’t want it to end.
Aside from this, I am also writing a few other pieces. These will be part of a magazine we have to create for a module. The one of the pieces I am currently working on is a personal piece about being a Guide Dog owner. In this, I talk about the good and bad things about being a GD owner and how I was matched with Yashka. I give my own personal experiences and offer advice to any other present or potential guide dog owners. I may post this article when it’s been submitted as part of my assessment, but it is currently a work in progress.
The other piece I’m working on touches on a very sensitive subject. As we are doing a magazine about disabilities (hence the Guide Dog article) I am writing a short story about a girl who reflects on her self harm scars. I now this may be upsetting for some readers, but it is something I believe should be talked about more. If anyone has scars, they shouldn’t be ashamed of them. But, at the end of the day, it’s the individual’s choice whether or not to show them or cover them up. I am pat way through redrafting this piece and it is hard to get the message of self-harm across without, well, without promoting it. Those who self-harm should not be ashamed of themselves for doing it, but there are safer ways of letting emotions out and stuff. Therapy and counselling are also options. Please, I don’t want anyone to be upset by this paragraph. But it needs to be talked about, the prejudice and stigma surrounding self-harm needs to stop. This is why I’ve decided to write a short story on it.
Finally, I have also been getting to grips with writing radio plays. This is something I’m really enjoying as I love seeing a script come together, especially when it looks professional. I do like a challenge and with writing for radio only, we can use images so we have to rely on sounds and the dialogue to get what is happening across to the audience. They have to know exactly what is going on as it can be very easy to get lost with all the different characters, especially if they all sound alike. Below is a piece I wrote as part of task we have to take into uni so the lecturer can have a look at it. We were all given a part of the story to write and off we went. I got the end part, where the main character is thrown into custody to sober up after breaching the peace. Or whatever it’s called, I’m not very technical with the police jargon. Enjoy!
(Warning for swearing in this piece. I apologise if this offends anyone)
SOUND: Echoing footsteps. Clinking of metal. Hushed conversation and inaudible shouting.
Dan (off) let me go! I haven't done anything! Get off me, for God sake!
Officer (off) Come on, sir. You'll be let out first thing tomorrow morning. Until then, you need to sober up. For heaven's sake, stop struggling. You'll only make things worse for yourself if you carry on.
DAN: Piss off!
SOUND: Footsteps stop. Clink of metal and the creak of a door.
OFFICER: In you go.
DAN: No fucking way! I haven't done anything, you have no right to do this! What happened to innocent till proven guilty?
OFFICER: Get in. Sir.
SOUND: stumbling footsteps. Door slams shut.
DAN: You bastard! Wait till I get out, you'll fucking pay for this! Let me out!
SOUND: Footsteps. Clink of metal.
DAN: I will not ask again. Let. Me. Out!
VOICE: (off) shut up in there!
DAN: This is ridiculous! I shouldn't be in here! It's all bloody next doors' fault. If they hadn't have rang the police, I wouldn't be in this shithole. I'd still be drinking myself stupid in the safety of my own home!
That fucknig bitch. It's all Sarah's fault. She's the real reason I've been thrown in here like some bloody common criminal. My supposedly loving wife didn't exactly welcome me home with open arms tonight. After the bloody foul day I've had, a bit of sympathy wouldn't go amiss. But no. She carts my son off to bed before I've stepped foot inside the house! She's got into her head that we're traumatizing him. Like he hasn't heard the arguments, you'd have to be deaf not to hear my wife screeching at the top of her lungs. Scream blue-bloody-murder, Sarah would.
I know things haven't been great recently between Sarah and me, but this is taking it a bit too far!
I think she knows. About me and Cindy. I reckon she’s worked it out. Took her long enough. I mean, we have been careful, but Sarah isn't an idiot. Well, maybe she is. She's an idiot for getting me locked up for the night. Sober up, my arse.
SOUND: Heavy sigh.
DAN: I won't be surprised if my bags are packed when I get home. Silly cow, she'll regret this. Once I get out, that's it. Sarah won't know what's bloody hit her.
Being a writer is all about soldiering on. To get up each day and write, even if you feel like crap. To continue to write, even if you're struggling with writer's block or have no inspiration or motivation. Even if is only one hundred words, that's something. it will pay off eventually, don't worry. Continue with your writing as if your life depends on it. I have banked several pieces and drafts of uncompleted work in my portfolios because you never know if it may come in handy one day. I think we should all test the boundaries with out r writing. Write something new, something out of the box. something that challenges everyday ideas and bring what are considered taboo subjects out into the opens. Let's change the world, one one at a time.
I'll leave you with this quote,
"It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default." - J. K. Rowling.
Until the next time!