Writing Challenge #2
Hi everyone. Give a hearty welcome to a new face here at Shades of Crimson.
Rebecca Dempsey from WritingBec’s Blog has been published as a book and film reviewer, has won short story contests, attempted screenplays (including, eek, fanfic) and had novel ideas and ideas for novels. Her site is full of random musings and things that fit nowhere else.
She says, “I’m about yay high, with green eyes and live in Melbourne, Australia. I like cats, Gloucester cheese and don’t drink coffee.”
Rebecca shares her thoughts about the creative writing exercise that used these nine words: Fly, Magnitude, Timothy, Typography, Death, Closet, Swell, Rena, Jerome:
“These words seemed biblical and bookish to me but there was also something quasi-sci-fi I thought I could play with. And I did. Hope you like it. However, The Process is the same as usual, open document, type like the flowing of some majestic flowy thing. Think, retype, edit. Smile. Frown. Unthink some changes. Make other changes. Research. Word number check. Edit. Add title, edit title. Laugh a bit. Submit. Then the Creeping Doubt and The Wait.”
Apocrypha 451: Acts of a Thief and Bishop
The Commentarium of Jerome, with its florid typography, reeked of yellowy death and musty closet. Timothy, awed by the magnitude of Rena and her actions, caressed the jewelled binding, wondering at the distance it’d come. Did-it-it arr-arr-fly here unremarked? Rena nodded, feeling her heart swell with pride. If she could rescue an old man and steal a book crucial to Western development, what next? Timothy winced at changing history, but what did he know, old Timótheos, Bishop of Epheus and now almost-long-ago martyr? He devoured the words, shaking at their inadequacy to his memories, before flinging it into the fire.
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Thank you Rebecca for joining in this creative process. It’s so nice to see a new face.
I love your use of adjectives and descriptive imagery, not to mention the dramatic ending! I shudder at the thought of tossing any book into the fire; even one with florid typography, that reeks of yellowy death — what a great line — theatrical-like.
Love your description of your process. I imagine you hunched over your keyboard with a furrowed brow, writing, revising and writing again, lol. Your piece shows how this exercise continues to invite unique expression, despite using the same nine words. You can let that “Creeping doubt and the wait” rest now. :-)
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