Category: Wonderings
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Slow Writing Again
It’s just that this is as good a place as any, non? Nobody likes going home alone. It’s a fact: there’s not a soul alive who trudges home to an empty nest with lightness in their heart. If I may be honest – and I’m nothing if not honest – some solitary nights I’d rather…
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Monday Morning Words
“Don’t go down there”, she warned; “Don’t go down there ever, my boy.” I was two-thirds ready to heed her when I suddenly realised where I’d heard her voice before. The inn at Milton Abbas – the twisted crone with no fresh lemon slices! I turned to the woman and bellowed, “Oh, down there you…
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Slow Writing
And thus it ended. The teacher, in all his faded and battered majesty, was dead. Killed by living, too many years of chalk-dusted breaths in and out. Slowly crumbling like a collapsed stack of old hymn books in some forgotten attic. Poor, forgotten man. He died even as he lived and he lived quietly while…
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On Imagination
Slow writing exercise: In the beginning (the very, very beginning), there was little more than a quiet whisper of an idea. Starting with a tiny bud of slowly unfurling thought, then blooming stealthily into shocking blossoms. Oh, the smell of those thoughts – the dusky scent of imagination stirred and fires being lit. In the…
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Slow Writing
I spent my evening playing with Slow Writing, which I think is intended to be a tool for teachers to get kids writing creatively. It is now my daily set of push-ups, imaginatively speaking. Slow Writing gives you six instructions for six sentences, which you can reveal all at once, or explore as your story…
