February Writing Task

[AB]

After a pretty quiet month or so (with Christmas and people being off uni) it's about time we got back into the swing of things. I, too, am to blame. I didn;t even attempt the last task.

After a nudge from Fee, and a great image she suggested, it's time to start again. Take a look at the pic she found and see what you can come up with. Best post gets...........to pic the picture next month. How does that sound?

[Fiona Southwell]

I should actually do this, since I picked the picture =P

[AB]

Hey... I didn't get round to doing the last one and I picked that one. I bet you have a whole 60,000 word book done based on this image already and that's why you picked it aint it? he he. It's weird. When I attempt these I literally don't plan a thing I have a basic idea and I just type non stop til i reach the end and post it. Prob not the best way of working but makes a change.

[Fiona Southwell]

Lol nah I actually found it specifically to suggest it to you. I'll probably do the same thing you said - type non stop. Hehe.

[AB]

Yay!!! I'm the first to reply. I'll be fair though and let someone else pick next months pic as I've picked it loads of times now. I don;t know what this is all about and i know it's short. I just couldn't help thinking that everything in the image looked stopped in time. Let me know what you think. Cheers.

[James E. Bennett]

Is the etiquette for this sort of thing to post the response in the body of a reply, or attach a file?

[AB]

To attach a file if that is ok. We normally simply click reply as you have just done and there is a small blue text link at the bottom saying 'Would you like to upload files?'. You can add a pdf or word doc. You can add others but just be aware that not everyone may be able to open them if you use things like word for vista or publisher etc. Hope this is ok, look forward to your entry..... ps it can be anything you like. A 5 line poem to a 5000 word extract. It is a task designed purely to keep us practicing writing and to try and spark a little creativity that may hopefully lead to a more solid story idea. Thanks Andy

[Lysmandor]

I'd just like to add that if you are using MIcrosoft Office 2007, aka the one with Vista, you still can save things as regular old .doc files, you just have to select it in the save as window. I think its says Word document 97-2003 or something of the sort. BTW, I keep meaning to write something for this, I just never seem to have the TIME... Love the picture though, its so... open to interesting things.

[James E. Bennett]

Well, I write everything in plain text, and set it up for sharing in OpenOffice, so the format shouldn't be a problem. I've got to bang out a script for a class of mine tomorrow morning, but I'll put something together for this after that.

[Jude]

Feb writing task ... a fragment, maybe the start of something longer.

They left the wheelchair when the ground became too soft. Micah attached it to a tree with her bicycle chain. Hands on her shoulders, Jay walked behind. With tiny slow steps, Micah was careful to avoid tree roots, broken branches, rocks ... all kinds of obstacles.

“Ayayayay”. They stop and rest whenenever Jay demands it, then move on when he throws his arms forward. He won’t stop short of his favourite place. Always the same spot, the same rock to rest his back against, the same time of day, facing the sun through the same tree. Always the same bottle of water with a cheese and pickle sandwich before he will start.

Micah draws in her book ... fine leaves, droplets of water, rays of the sun ... the texture of bark or stone. She is aware of Jay’s arms moving rapidly back and forth, vivid crayons on large paper making images of which she knows nothing at all. Sometimes just a mess but nightmares mostly, she thinks. However he is smiling and relaxed, so maybe not.

Jay knows Micah is very patient and takes a lot of trouble to help him do things that he can’t do alone. He hasnt known her for very long and feels some confusion and surprise that she seems to enjoy his company. He cant remember having a friend before, apart from Tate, who wasnt paid to be with him. Jay smiles, thinking of the tricks he has played on both of them and how angry he can make them when he wants to. Best when they arent quite sure whether or not he is to blame.
... end ...

[The Lemon-Lime Cat]

The dark ravine was thick with elder trees brooding in the moon light.
The flow of the stream named "Golden Fish" in Elvish rippled purple;
moving too fast, and under too dark boughs, to reflect stars in the hallowed night.
It was his own enchanted faerie tale; giggling
the Urban American Mystic 55 year old, sat coasting on his hemp mushroom tea
dreamily enjoying the colors listening to sitar music on his Ipod.

He had brought a small pack of sandel wood incense to enhance his trip pleasantly. safely burning in an iron pot.
He had his tent all set up and was stretched out on his lawn chair.
It was then he felt something, not quite like any trip he had experienced here before and he had tripped here
alot. Far up the stream there were figures..he wasn't alone..but at the point he thought that
he was just starting to drift off, it was a ridiculous thought anyway..This wood was his bought and payed for, no large animals to speak of really safe and thanfully away from the drone of the city hubbub. Yep just a private little preserve
of Tennessee heartland..completely without figures that looked like aliens..It was going to be ultimately a great weekend escape to the country..at least so he thought sinking into a technocoloured dream..