Remember, remember the 5th of November... a sparkling post in celebration of Guy Fawkes night!
Gill - I
love bonfire night, possibly because it falls between my sister and my
birthdays, so was always a time of great celebration in our household. I have
not, however, thought of it in the light of ‘creativity’ until now. So here
goes!
Sometimes you just need to let your imagination sore
like a rocket at a firework display. Don’t go for control, just for effect. You
won’t know where you are going to land, but let your writing flash and sparkle.
Let the words come without thought. And, because you’re writing it down, unlike
a spent rocket, you can edit and use them afterwards. I’m not saying there
aren’t times when you need to pause and to plan, but every now and then I
recommend you forget all that and shoot for the stars. You might be surprised
where this takes you!
Neil - With
the clocks going back and the nights drawing in there is nothing better than
drawing the
curtains and settling down in a snug, cosy living room. However it
is now the season for the elusive Northern Lights. These beautiful dancing
lights are amazing to see and a wonder to capture on film. I have in the past
captured the lights but I have never been happy with the shot and always want
to achieve a better picture.
Being close to the coast allows for lovely dark skies
with minimal light pollution so they can be seen clearly.
In order to capture the lights you must wrap up warm,
wait and hope that they make an appearance, usually between midnight and 3am.
As you can see by the photos night photography is
still a work in progress but these darker nights allows time for research and
enhance my knowledge of editing software, I can easily lose myself in a
blog or YouTube tutorial.
Linda - While I have a very active
imagination it is not limitless. Sometimes it needs a nudge. I find postcards
(or pictures cut from
glossy mags) are good for this, to which end I buy one or
two in all sorts of interesting places when I see something that catches my
eye. I was writing something recently which I knew was a little flat. The plot
was okay, the characters were okay, but it lacked that bit of sparkle. So I
rifled through my postcard collection and found one of a fig. So, my character
eating a ripe, luscious, purple fig for breakfast upped the ‘visual’ impact in
that story for my readers. Likewise, in another story, I had a character who
was at a crossroads in her life. She didn’t need another man, but she needed
something to put fire in her belly again, as it were. So, she went rash and
bought a beautiful painting of a fiery, blood red tulip – not a botanical
painting but something more personal and representational. The writing group I
attend weekly – Brixham Writers – always sets a homework theme, which we can
do, or not, as we wish. A recent theme was ‘Waiting for Richard’. But where to
set it? A postcard of a Lowry painting - Market Scene, Northern Town – jumped
out at me as I rifled through my pile of postcards. There are lots of people in
this painting but they don’t seem to be connecting with one another somehow. My
immediate thought was that it can be very lonely, even in a crowd – especially
if the person one is waiting for doesn’t show. But what if someone you weren’t
expecting turns up? Well, that created a spark or five!
So now, if you’ll excuse
me, my creative juices need another nudge. I’m off to get my postcard
collection...
Jennie - Iʼve interpreted this months joint blog
ʻLighting Creative Fireworksʼ to talk about the old question non-writers are
always asking: Where do you get your ideas from?
Answering this question is
never easy. There are ideas all around - some good and useable, some that never
get off the ground. It can be an over heard conversation. Something on the news
that gets me thinking. A sentence in a book Iʼm reading. Recently a character
in a film didnʼt give me an idea as much as he made me think about my writing.
The film was ʻOnce Moreʼ and starred Morgan Freeman.
Briefly, he plays a wheel-chair bound alcoholic ex-writer who moves into a
holiday complex for the summer. The family next door, single mum and three
children, have mixed feelings about him but one of the children dreams of being
a writer and badgers him for advice about imagination. In the end he
reluctantly starts talking to her. The scene from the film which has stayed in
my mind is the two of them looking down an empty country lane and he tells the
girl to ʻwrite what you donʼt seeʼ. In other words, use your imagination.
So, with that in mind - what donʼt you see when you
look at this picture of fireworks?
Have a happy - and safe - Guy Fawkes Night.
Rae - As well as celebrating Guy Fawkes night, this week also
saw the start of the annual #Nanowrimo contest. For those not familiar with the
term, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, when writers around
the world come together in a large online writing blitz, with the aim of
getting the rough first draft of a novel completed. The official target is to
write fifty thousand words, but each writer may have their own writing goals.
I tried this a couple of years ago and managed approximately twenty five thousand words, but this time I’m more organised. I have a synopsis
and chapter plan at the ready and am as determined as a two-year old with a
fistful of candy. So, with the help and encouragement of Nanowrimo buddies, I’m
hoping for a spectacular display of creative fireworks throughout November. (Psst – Jennifer is doing Nanowrimo too!) Look forward to catching up again on the other side…
Jennifer - I don’t do
fireworks. No; really, I don’t. Never have done. Creatively, that is. I love
the idea that writers sit down and write dramatic scenes. I imagine them
shutting themselves away for an hour or a day or whatever — towel wrapped round
the head, endless supply of tea, all the chocolate they could possibly want —
and emerging with a stonking firework display of a family row or a shipwreck or
any of the other scenes that stop you in your tracks.
I can’t do that. My first drafts are always dull as
the proverbial ditchwater, so much so that I’m afraid to show them to my
critique buddies because I know exactly what they’ll say. No emotion, they’ll
say. No connection. No spark.
No fireworks, in other words.
I take four or five goes, adding a little bit of
colour every time, a little bit more scandal, a bit more fire. I’m never sure,
in the end, that the drama is high enough. I’m the timid little girl with her
hands over her ears when the rockets go up, watching the flowers but hating the
noise. Dramatic scenes are my weakness. I’m learning from the rest of you!
NOW WE'D LOVE TO HEAR WHAT LIGHTS YOUR CREATIVE FIREWORKS ...
