Where creative writing and general rambling go hand in hand :)

Monday, 24 October 2011

The Movie Game memory


An activity in the workbook to write a poem no longer than 16 lines about a specific memory. This is about my experience of being on The Movie Game when I was 10 :) 

Kids TV blaring sounds from the broom cupboard
a freshly hoovered and polished room
Mum I'm gonna be on the telly.

Brush up on my movie knowledge
Courage mountain, Look who's talking
Dad's going to drive us to Shepherds bush.

Three teams of two dressed in coloured sweatshirts
James Bond flinging sprouts
Catching carrots on a papier mache horse.

You're the one that I want with Phillip Schofield
stop filming when the light stops working
Ninety-five points, you're in the final.

Disaster strikes, the orange team's on fire
our buzzer is just not quick enough
back to school, heads hung in shame.

Sunday, 23 October 2011

Memories- Making cakes at nannies house

As part of the creative writing coursebook activities I have written the following memory as if in the present tense.

I am in nannies kitchen baking cakes with her, probably butterfly cakes but I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that its my turn to lick the bowl and spoon. I'm sure there is enough cake mix left to make another cake (as always) but I still get to eat it, it tastes creamy and a bit lumpy but its lovely. The mixing bowl is huge (probably not actually that big but I am only little) its brown on the outside and has a pattern that makes it look like a hexagon or octagon shape but the inside is just flat and white.
Everyone else is in the living room, I can hear the Saturday football results, my dad, grampy, uncle David and uncle Ken as well as my brother Simon are watching it. my mum is in the kitchen with us making sandwiches for everyone - cheese on white bread, cut into little squares for us kids. We always have them on spotty plates, they're turquoise with big white spots on them.
The tumble dryer is on in the utility room I can smell the warmth coming from it.If you stand in that room it smells funny, its a mixture of tumble dryer, wet clothes and shoes. I can also smell the plants that are in the porch which leads off this room.
The best smell of course is the cakes cooking in the oven.

After writing this I wondered how much was actual memory and how much was made up, I also wondered where on earth my sister was at this time ? I'm sure we didn't leave her at home ?
I know the room with the tumble dryer was not called the utility room and I am not sure that Ken would have been in the living room with the others but other than that I am pretty sure that this is all memory (my parents may well tell me otherwise). It has also bought other things to my mind that may well come in handy for future writing :)

Thursday, 13 October 2011

Haiku

So with my exam out of the way and all the housework done, I have now caught up with the Creative writing course. Today I managed to write 3 Haiku's one of which was written on my way to fat club tonight.

Conkers on the ground
Smooth silkiness encased in
A spike laden womb

Daffodils yellow
The smell of freshly cut grass
At last Spring has sprung

(perhaps not relevant at the moment )

The fair is in town
I'm on my way to weigh in
I want candy floss :)

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Creative writing begins

So the A215 creative writing course officially begins today :)
I began work on the coursebook last night and the freewrites have turned up some things I thought had been long buried, still if it helps with the creative process then I'm happy to go with the flow. Onwards to the next section.