I was asked to describe the evening of the 11th, the Monday of one particular August in the year 2014 ... the WriteNight meeting, at 15 Queen Street Colchester.
I expect the response to this, from this blog's editor, who coincidentally pressed/invited me to scribe this, to be a resounding 'NO!'
Alas, it has been a few days and memory fogs as words blur, but the gist of the evening revolved around an activity based upon a writing competition. The theme? 'Going Home'.
My initial response? 'Death'. As it turns out, the only other who shared this gut reaction was Jo (who also happens be be my post's editor). How strange! But then, writing nice normal things tends to be lacking in conflict ... sometimes. In any event, Jo, who led the activity had us brainstorm in two duos and a trio about what 'home' might mean to different people in different contexts.
To my knowledge, vampires and other gothic horror narratives were not used this time, despite the fact that this seems to be a running joke from certain members of the group ... The camaraderie at WriteNight is always welcoming and helps break the isolation that so many of us seem to experience in our chosen craft. Home, as it seemed to turn out for some of us, can lie within the worlds we shape with words, but that is a tangent.
From the brainstorm, we filled out, individually, a character sheet, in two halves - basic details. Then we switched randomly, drawing out other sheets; for this half, we filled in potential obstacles.
From this, we attempted the 3,000 word maximum story, though I doubt any of us finished in the 45 minute slot we had.
As usual, the exercise was stimulating in an 'out of context' for my own writing focus and sharing with fellow writers is always fun but that's enough shameless self promotion.
I'm sure Jo will be kind enough to include details of her character sheet. (It should be noted that the mannequin man was ... decorated by at least three of us ...)
Happy Writing!
-C.
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