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Writing challenge: Write a work consisting of only prepositional phrases.

At a glance

By my watch

For your part,

In a sense,

Of the opinion

Within limits

Without exception

Under the misapprehension

With regard to

Behind the scenes,

Out of context,

Out of season,

Through no fault of

Out of one’s mind

To this day.


Cosmic Gleam

She wanders through translucent dreams,
A cosmic gleam laden with silver moonbeams.

It is upon the darkest of nights that
Lucia ties on the glistening lilac mask,
hiding the memorable features of her visage,
basking in the freedom of slipping on
a pale yellow gown;
treads softly down the stone corridor
and embraces the sweet kiss of the nighttime air,
relishing the dew that slips through her silk slippers.
She wanders through translucent dreams.

A dance with the royal that stole away from his confines,
wading in the cool stream,
pirouetting through amethyst meadows,
sipping fresh rain droplets and consuming light;
light that is given through the bliss
of independence, for,
at night,
she is just stardust, not heavy substance.
A cosmic gleam laden with silver moonbeams.

This is a form of autonomous poetry. The writer selects two phrases that will be important for their piece. Then they base the rest of their ideas off of those two phrases, utilizing them within their poem. I really enjoyed working with this type of poetry, because the story ended up building off of its ownself.

Vintage Book Shopping

I am currently attempting to experiment with many different forms of writing. I am hoping to utilize all sorts of media and writing styles to make my writing more prolific. I am planning on sharing pieces that I experiment with on my blog, and explaining a bit about them.

This first post is a poem based off of the picture below. I have always wanted to do a piece of writing inspired by a photograph, but I’ve never experimented with that concept before this. Here is the result.

breathe in the aroma
of a forgotten history,
silent senteniels
surveying life from their perches.

linen bound,
pages marbled,
text dull black,
paper soft whispers.

what lies hidden?
what goes unsaid?
what have these unseen tomes seen?

the covers beckon,
golden promises
glittering through the grime.
a treasure refound by eager eyes.

On Writing Fan Fiction

Writing Fan Fiction

This Microsoft Office PowerPoint that I made should be able to tell you all about writing Fan Fiction.

What is fan fiction, you ask?

Fan fiction (alternately referred to as fanfiction, fanfic, FF, or fic) is a broadly-defined term for fan writing regarding stories about characters (or simply fictional characters) or settings written by fans of the original work, rather than by the original creator. Works of fan fiction are rarely commissioned or authorized by the original work’s owner, creator, or publisher; also, they are almost never professionally published. Because of this, many fanfics written often contain a disclaimer stating that the creator of the fanfic owns none of the characters. Fan fiction, therefore, is defined by being both related to its subject’s fictional universe and simultaneously existing outside the canon of that universe. Most fan fiction writers assume that their work is read primarily by other fans, and therefore tend to presume that their readers have knowledge of the canon universe (created by a professional writer) in which their works are based.

If you click that link at the top, I have created a Power Point relating to my own work with an Alice in Wonderland trequel. I will also post my notes in a step-by-step process here, in case you cannot download the Power Point and view the visuals.

1. For this piece, I chose Alice in Wonderland because I have done so much research on Lewis Carroll, and have watched numerous movies and read numerous versions of the classic tale. Try to choose a book that you really feel passionate about, including characters that you easily relate to or feel a strong attraction/deep hatred for.

2.  The next step is to choose when your fan fiction is taking place. Is it occurring during the time the original story was set in? Is it the story of what happened before the original story? Or is it a story about everything that happened after the original story? Be sure you have content that correlates with the setting that you choose.

3.  No one will be able to understand that you are writing a fan fiction story if you focus on a character that is only mentioned once or twice in the story. If you really want to include that character, you could slowly bring them into the story by creating a tie to one of the prominent characters. The interesting thing about fan fiction is that you are further developing an already developed character, and molding that character into your own vision of them.

4. You need to have some originality in your piece. Of course, you need to include elements that familiarize other fans with the story, but you also want to keep things exciting by introducing your own twists to the story.

5. Self-explanatory. Also, make sure you incorporate both sets of materials smoothly. You need to make sure you’re consistent with your setting, characters, and plot.

6.Variation is key. Having interesting twists is what helps your fan fiction get a good range of readers. You can also mix old and new elements together to create assorted concepts of your own formulation.

7. (This makes more sense in the Power Point, but let me just say that I typed in a section of my story and color-coded it for emphasis.} The dark purple are characters from the original story. The gold is a line that is said in the original story. The green is a new quote that I thought up in the mindset of Lewis Carroll. The light purple is all content that I wrote with my own imagination. As you can clearly tell, I try to thoroughly spread out ideas from the original story, my own interpretation of the story, and the parts that I mixed together with ideas from both stories. Good luck with your writing! 😀

A Change of Scene

I am reluctant to toy around with my writing.

We were assigned to work on one of our pieces out of our notebooks for homework, so I took one of the free-writes I had enjoyed and found interesting and quickly typed it into my laptop. An hour and a half and seven pages later, I was finished with my fiction piece.

It was a Dystopian story, about a man who has an impossibly cruel task set forth in front of him {see page on College Writing Camp 2011, No More.} I was happy with the way my piece flowed, the picture it created, and excitedly set it down in front of me in class the next morning.

“Today, we are going to share our homework in groups of four,” Michael said. “You will pick one of the pieces of writing to transpose into a script. We will act it out in the Lecture Center. There are three aspects you need to address. First, you need to add a character. Second, you need to introduce an unexpected prop. Third, you need to turn an existing character into a caricature. You have forty five minutes to do this.”

I was placed into a group with Emma, Cyrus, and Alex. They each read a piece taken out of their own memoirs. I shared an excerpt of my fiction piece. They wanted to transpose my fiction piece into a script.

I was both thrilled and upset. I didn’t want my piece to be ruined, but I felt so special that they had chosen my writing! We took a scene from my story:

“Take heed! You have until four thirty to set up your encampment. Then you are expected to set off the explosives. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” I mutter, my jaw set into stone. The man grits his own teeth, hops down from the cockpit with his absurd, wraparound sunglasses. He marches over to me, and in one instant slams me into the scorching sand with his meaty arm.

“Excuse me?” He yells down at me.

“Yes, Sir!” I say, loud and clear, wiping the grit out of my eyes.

“Do not fail, Bronson.” He stiffly turns around and marches back into the airplane. A hot gust of air bursts around me as the airplane roars away.

And assigned the parts accordingly. Cyrus was the caricature of the mean agent. “TAKE HEED!” He roared. “YOU HAVE UNTIL FOUR THIRTY—”

Alex was the sarcastic yet complying main character.

Emma became a random woman from the town, who walked up to Alex {Bronson} with pure grace and said,

“You don’t have to do this!,”

placing a flower in Alex’s hair.

The whole effect ended up being pretty comical. It was such a sharp change from the original piece. I still was able to narrate everything that was going on, but it definitely struck something within me.

I realized that I accepted the change that we applied to what I thought was my finished story. It was interesting to see it interpreted in a new light.

It was also a marvelous thing to see my characters come to life, breathing and being right in front of my face. I wanted to thank my classmates {friends? Everyone is so friendly here!} for enlightening me, for showing me that I could accept change within my piece.

This experience has let me become more comfortable with letting things go within my writing.

Cut and Paste

I feel that every writer has a certain insecurity, a varying level of distrust in self confidence. We cannot comprehend that our writing can be something great, if we give our work the time to blossom and grow, cultivate it into something more than that first draft.

I walked into the workshop today, proud to have fifteen pages of typed work in my hands. I beamed as my friends glanced at the thick pile of paper in my hands, smooth glossy ink catching the light. Then Michael walked in. Our professor said,

“Today, we are going to take the pieces we wrote and cut them up. Reassemble them into fragments of our lives. Cultivate it into our own autobiography, center it around a certain theme.”

He tossed a pair of safety scissors at us, a roll of tape, and tore off large sheets of newspaper.

“Begin. You have fifteen minutes of working time.”

Everyone immediately dove in, meticulously cutting up their work. Chunks of paragraphs strewn on the sheet of newsprint in front of them. I stared at my pile before me, dubious.

“Can we include fiction?” I asked meekly.

Eight pages of my work were comprised of stories that I had just come up with.

“Only if you’re the character involved or really connects to this theme. Remember, we are creating a portion of our autobiographies for our portfolio piece,” Michael replied.

I pushed those eight pages off to the side, saddened that they did not meet the criteria, and held the first sheet in my hand. I took the scissors, and made the first snips.

Surprisingly, I started to get even more involved in cutting up my pieces. I cut out mere sentences, not just chunks of paragraphs. I wanted to combine whole different pieces into one large thing, a piece that truly emphasized who I am as a writer, a reader, a daughter, a friend, a girl, a lover, a person.

After I really looked at what I had done, I began to notice a connection. This type of writing really reminded me of a stream of consciousness piece. But it’s so blase to use a cliche title. So then I realized that all of my pieces of my life take part in different locations, all connected together to form the map of my world. I decided to entitle it, “A Stream of Mobility.” I think it really personifies who I am. I am constantly in motion, whether it’s just my fingers typing or flipping pages, my mind in a whole different location, or busy with extracurricular activities or school or family and friends.

The end effect looks like this:

Technically, I think that you can read my whole piece of writing on this picture. I am planning on creating another page on this blog to post the writing that I am completing here at my camp. I hope these posts will help you learn right along with me!

Overall, in effect with this post, I wanted to emphasize how scared I was to try something new. To destroy my pieces, and create something entirely new out of them. Something that, in effect, became entirely better than the first drafts. I think that’s the hardest part about being a writer, parting with your stubborn ways for the good of the progression of the piece. I am learning to let go, and let the writing do the rest.

The Importance of Words

Currently, I am in the lovely state of Massachusetts, way up high in the Berkshire mountains. I am spending three weeks at an intensive summer writing camp at a well-known college in these parts. The food is wonderful, the writers are friendly, the professors are supporters of  “free thinking,” the dorms are live-able, and the nature is unbelievably beautiful. Think the tallest trees, the grassiest, rolling hills, and just picturesque mountain scene.

I have already learned a few valuable things already. First of all is a little bit of advice for writer’s block that I learned from my professor.

If you are writing a piece and get stuck with writer’s block, continue to repeat writing the last word you jotted down. As your brain processes that consistency, it will begin to think of brand new, exciting ideas, and suddenly you have something wonderful! I’ve tried that strategy already, believe me, and although it sounds silly, it’s worked every time.

I also have a lovely musing to share with you, which was stated by a boy in my writing class by the name of Alex. He said something along the lines of this:

“People are always scared of silence. They think it’s emptiness, some formidable, crazily loud thing. But what if, just like how in the art world white is a mixture of all colors, in the world of language, silence is a mixture of all words, so that you are truly enveloped in a blanketed sound of all of the things the world has to say?”

And on that note, I will leave you with one of my entries, which was to explain what we think of one word: WORDS.

Words are one of the best essences to describe oneself with, of course, whether in song or speech or writing. Some words are preferable to your own being, like (for me) symphony, chartreuse, tranquility. Some words also appear distasteful, like grange or squelch. But, overall, words are one of the easiest ways to connect people, because no matter the language, the tone of your speech or writing or the way you emphasize certain words expresses the feelings invoked within the person.

But words can be overrated. Why do you need to speak, to read, to write to convey a point? Isn’t it just as strong to look at a serene landscape and appreciate the value of it? Do you really need words for people to understand its beauty?

People say words are like photographs. They capture a specific tone, a windowpane’s glance into one instance, one remembered moment. But what about appreciation of the simplicity of the photographs themselves? For isn’t it true that any media of art in general allows people to connect through their cultures? Why can’t we leave the unsaid in the silence, and for once feel the liberty to just express oneself through instruments or clothing or watercolors? I do not feel it is about the importance of words, but it is about understanding the power of expression as a whole. ~S.I.H.

I hope you enjoyed my entry. Have a great day! 😀