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An exercise in creative writing
« on: January 19, 2019, 06:40:52 AM »

 It's been brought to our attention that lately some of you have been struggling to put out some half decent posts, relegating yourselves to somewhat 'novice' standards by tapping out  a few lines in the hope it will be okay. Hmmm, yeah we all do that now and then, as staff we're not immune to it either. The problem is that overall we all need to start thinking more of what we're engaging in, who we're writing with and the main theme, creating a story so that your post adds to the big picture.

 So here is  handy little guide I use to teach kids for creative story writing. I hope it helps.

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 Place yourself in a situation where you have just entered a room or location; thus far you've not been spoken to so in your own mind you feel justified to write something like this as a starter. Hey its okay, I've done it before. The problem is, it isn't good enough to think that you can get away with it on a daily basis. So we'll start with the basic post then expand on it.

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 John walked into the room to take his place at the table. He'd been called for a briefing and by nature he didn't want to be late. The Captain was talking, so rather than interrupt, John sat in the nearest chair.

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 Now while many of us will find nothing wrong with that; it does hit the points as to what John was/is doing and as his captain was speaking he couldn't very well say anything could he? Wrong.

 We in writing are painting pictures in the mind to give our readers something to attract their interest; something to draw them in so they can 'see' in theory what is going on, what the scenario looks like.

 1/ where did John come from before entering the room
 2/ what room is it? A briefing room perhaps
 3/ what did he do last night? Perhaps he was reflecting on something as he made his way to where he was going.
 4/ who else is in the room? Who can he see? Is there someone there he doesn't get along with?
 5/ what are his expectations right now? Is the captain going to give another of his/her boring old speeches?
 6/ think about it, a lot happens in a few minutes. Did you see a fly from the corner of your mind?

                                _______________00000______________

 Now I'd like to see what each of you can do with that basic paragraph. Expand it to at least three paragraphs with some thoughts added, perhaps even whisper to someone as you took your seat.

 
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John walked into the room to take his place at the table. He'd been called for a briefing and by nature he didn't want to be late. The Captain was talking, so rather than interrupt, John sat in the nearest chair.
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Re: An exercise in creative writing
« Reply #1 on: January 19, 2019, 08:40:14 AM »

John walked into the room to take his place at the table. He'd been called for a briefing and by nature he didn't want to be late. The Captain was talking, so rather than interrupt, John sat in the nearest chair.


John kept glancing at his watch as he fast walked down the hall.  Where had the time gone?  One minute he had plenty of time and now if he wasn't careful he was going to be late.  He was never late and it wasn't about to happen now even if he had to break his own rules and start jogging.  He glanced at his watch once more as he neared the briefing room.

He stepped into the room where everyone was still gathering with just a couple minutes left to spare.  Good, he hadn't broken his streak yet.  Still one to be on time.  John stepped around a few of the others who had been summoned to this meeting as well and sank into one of the few empty chairs, feeling relieved and a bit tired now from worrying.  Just as John sank into the chair the captain started into the briefing, making the young man realize he had cut himself a lot closer on time then he had ever meant to.  Darn it!  He would have to fix that.
 
John stole a glance at their captain as the man droned on, wondering just what was on the man's agenda today.  He hoped and prayed the man wasn't just going to rattle on about nothing or start into one of his man stories of how things had changed since he was in their position.  Or his famous line of this reminds me of a time.  John silently groaned.  He had heard those stories countless times.  Would today be different. Only time would tell.
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Re: An exercise in creative writing
« Reply #2 on: January 21, 2019, 02:26:44 PM »

John entered the Briefing room from the crowded hallway outside. Inside was an SG team, or rather his SG team or so he had them believe. Last night on his communication device he had divulged a great deal of information. He wasn’t liked by his Captain but then he didn’t like slaves that sought to command their god. You see John was secretly a Goa’uld infiltrator and having to tolerate working with these humans every day was growing tiresome. Even the warning of the dangers they would face had become so predictable he would have preferred rest in a sarcophagus like his more older brethren. For now however he simply smiled and sat at the table and grasped the coffee that had been thoughtfully prepared for him by those that considered him a friend and colleague.
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Re: An exercise in creative writing
« Reply #3 on: January 23, 2019, 04:48:21 AM »

John walked into the room to take his place at the table. He'd been called for a briefing and by nature he didn't want to be late. The Captain was talking, so rather than interrupt, John sat in the nearest chair.


John walked up toward the next room across the corridor of the SGC. Clad in basic base uniform, he had hidden a small mp3 player inside his shirt. It was clipped to his belt with the ear phones in his ear. The wire was tucked inside his shirt. He had expected the briefing to be short since coming home from a previous mission from the Stargate device.

Looking back, he remembered the first day since being recruited to the SGC. It was not just the Stargate itself. It was going through the shimmering puddle and ending up on the other side of a planet in the edge of a galaxy that caused the young Lieutenant to be awestruck. Not only it was cold, John felt a tightness of his stomach. His commanding officer assured him that the feeling will pass after a few more excursions of Stargate travel. It was already week three.

Peering into the briefing room with his fist near the door to knock, John hesitated. His commanding officer already engaged the briefing. A large gulp passed through his throat as he felt guilt for being late to the briefing room. Thinking it was going to be a short briefing, the lieutenant had taken his time. Had he realized the briefing kept going, he would have quickened his pace a bit more.

Quietly, he entered to take the empty seat from the captain. Checking to make sure his earphone was hidden, he checked the volume of his player and listened to his commanding officer talk to the captain about the mission. John had expected the briefing to be done soon. The first planet he had gone to was filled with a mix of Ancient and Goa'uld ruins. While the ruins were fascinating, Doctor Kelsey tripped over an ancient rock that stuck out of the ground. He injured himself and the team was forced to return to the base.

Lightly tapping his finger on his chair to the soft music in his ears, John's mind wandered toward the first alien ruins he had seen. He wondered what secrets they contained.
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Re: An exercise in creative writing
« Reply #4 on: January 23, 2019, 07:15:28 AM »

  :yes:
 
 Pretty substantial efforts from ya'all. I might add that a little buggy thing all of us do so often is to start our introduction posts with our characters name. Now while this isn't a bad thing, if you scan through some of our threads you'll see that pattern repeated over and over.

 Introducing the character by name can really take place anywhere, ideally in the first sentence, merely so the reader will know fairly early who the hell this person is.

 John walked into the room to take his place at the table. He'd been called for a briefing and by nature he didn't want to be late. The Captain was talking, so rather than interrupt, John sat in the nearest chair. Sample

For some people every day was the same old thing day in day out; not for John boy. He was the type of young man who had this annoying tendency to see the whole world as some great big new adventure with every hour presenting him with a new quest.

When the call came over the PA , quite loudly, for all pilots to muster in the briefing room, John saw this as another way to make something of it; a challenge perhaps. His very own nature dictated he wasn’t going to turn up late naturally, yet the larrikin streak that governed his every move and action said this was going to be a good moment.

The pilots cabins were three decks above the briefing room, or for most, the Pilot’s ready room. That was either an express elevator, or for the young Lieutenant several flights of stairs and a swag of people to pass along the way. So it was when he exited his room, the olive green flight suit covering his frame, black shiny boots hit the linoleum running. First victim was the Coxswain, a rather pleasant if plumpish looking American woman in her forties; basically she was the Daedalus’ Sherriff, Chief cop. “Hey ho Chief!” He yelled to her as he ran past, “Nice day for a war isn’t it?” His voiced echoed down the passageway as he disappeared leaving the woman rather stunned for words.

And so it went on for three decks until he skidded to a halt at the door of the Ready room. Adjusting his suit, wiping the sweat from his brow, he picked his helmet from its hook on the wall before he ever so casually waltzed in to take his seat. As usual, he was the first to arrive.
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