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It is Wednesday today, the day I attend a writers group in my local library. This group has been a huge stepping stone for me, as I have come under their wise guidance and counsel.

Having played with words for years my imagination has the potential to run wild, although memories of school days have always haunted me. The horror of red ink, correcting a mass of spelling and grammar mistakes, with the suggestions I could do better or try harder.

Along with a close friend, this group has allowed me to explore possibilities that were once a dream. Spelling and grammar are still a struggle, but a computer helps iron out some of those issues.

Below is one of our Writers Groups activities. ‘Write a short piece on the tools of writing’.

 

The Tools of Writing

The tools of writing could read like a recipe book.

Take one blank piece of paper and a pen of your choice.

Blend the two together with a lot of inspiration, until head and heart are mixed to form a short story. Gather additional sheets of paper if you desire to write a story longer in length.

Now it is time to place your masterpiece into the computer. It is at this point you may discover the need to add extra seasoning in the form of grammar and spell check, to bring out the flavour.

Motivation can add to the taste of your finished product.

The hot oven of refinement comes with the help, support and encouragement of your peers. Some of whom may recommend a rewrite or a side dish to accompany it.

Now I am off, for a creative morning of writing. Let’s see what I can cook up today. 🙂

© Sandie’s Snippets 2012

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A writing group prompt. Write something of your choice using the word ‘Labyrinth’, as a prompt.

Sometimes I wonder what on earth is going on inside my head……..

Our writing groups homework, was to come up with something using the word ‘Labyrinth’ as a prompt. Firstly I had to start by taking a trip back to my school days and look the word up in a dictionary. Then a search of the internet opened up a mass of more mind-boggling information. The result was the following, and while I can’t say I fully understand its depths, I have developed an affection for it, in a quirky sort of way.

The Labyrinth

There is only one way in and one way out. You either get me or you don’t.

 My mind, my thoughts, my very being is structured in such a way that you puzzle over who I am, foolishly attempting to unravel and recreate me to your own design.

 I am not a maze with obscure pathways, but an elaborate structure of embryonic design. A woman forged in a womb, born into the mythical land of ‘The Happy Ever After’, that lasted until matrimonial control was blown apart, leaving a jumble of confusion and pain.

 Weaving the past into the present, wisdom can predict untold events and I can see into the future, both yours and mine. I am a tangle of emotions, yet like the spider, I can spin a web and catch you at your own games.

 There is a single thoroughfare to find my core, to discover what’s going on in my heart. Walk that journey carefully, listen for the beat of my heart, draw in the warmth of my body, nest in my intimate places. But listen to those unspoken voices and speak kindly, while residing in trusts secret sanctuary.

 You either get me or you don’t. There is only one way in and one way out.

……………As I said.  ‘Sometimes I wonder what on earth is going on inside my head’.

© Sandie’s Snippets 2012

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 A Stone Age Hill Fort in East Devon. UK.

A writing group prompt. Think and write about your favorite place. 

I wake each day to the hustle and bustle of an every day life, but in my heart I long to tread the ancient paths and footsteps of a time long forgotten.

A place of solitude, wonderment and history, races through my veins, as I consider lives once lived and a community that time has cast aside.

Who were these faces in the mists? Who were these people who walked these tracks and created mounds of protection for their loved ones?

Banks of rammed earth, creating a safe haven within, are traced with footsteps from its human visitors and wild creature as they hunt their prey.

No more a community of people, but a majestic stand of Beech, surrounds the moss covered boundaries.

A carpet of Bluebells entices me, their gentle perfume drawing me into a distant land, where triumph and tragedy mingle.

I love this place of distant dreams, but am spurred on to create new dreams, new foundations for my children, my children’s children and the generations to come.

My heritage and ancestry is challenged, I wonder, what will hold the generations to come? What will become my legacy?

Who will come after me and remember them? What will their eyes see? For when I am no more this place will still be.

© Sandie’s Snippets 2012

 

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