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Writing 101, Day Two: A Room with a View (Or Just a View)


 

I am putting up very draft pieces of writing, sorry ’bout that guys!  Although, any feedback, negative or positive would be great.  I am not a writer by any stretch of the imagination, in school I could never understand or was never taught what a paragraph/essay or even a sentence should include so my writing often looks unorganised and messy.  However, I do enjoy trying to write and that is what I am hoping to get out of Writing 101, practice, ideas, and feedback. Thanks for reading.


 Childhood Memories of a Place of Mystery

We pulled up at a rest stop on our way to my Aunty’s place in Whangarei.  My dad said we were having lunch a bit of a runaround here, so “get out and stretch your legs!” he said.  The rest stop was right next to dense bushland, backing onto a forest of tall, ancient trees and mountain range in the background.

My mum and dad took our green, folding table and chairs and our esky out of the car and proceeded to set up lunch for us, while we ran off to do some exploring.  “Don’t go too far my dad called out, lunch will be ready soon!”

We entered the bush, it enveloped us.  I breathed in the woody, musky scents, the smell of fresh air and no smog, I stopped and could hear the sound of insects and birds getting on with their day.  We ran on through the green grey trees, following a small, barely visible trail made by other small runners in search of adventure.  The trail began to broaden and we came into a small clearing on the edge of a gorgeous, untainted brook filled with smooth shiny black and grey pebbles.  It was magical, everything smelled so clean and earthy, it had been raining prior to our arrival so tiny jewels of water were tingling on the edge of every leaf.

Us children got straight to work, placing stepping stones across to the other side.  Finding something to make a small shelter with.  Someone ran back to get some cups for our drinks.  We drunk right out of that brook, and it was the cleanest, sweetest water I had ever tasted.

We only stayed there till after lunch, we drove away never to return.  I couldn’t find that spot again, even though I tried once I grew up.  I can still see that spot, I think of it often, and when I do I am right there, smelling the smells, seeing the beauty, feeling free.

Brook
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Writing 101, Day One: Unlock the Mind

Ok so I’m a few days behind, and the first thing to do is loosen up and free write.


pizza and wine

photo credit: terbeck via photopin cc

“There was that one time”, she said, “that we went to the beach and met those two guys?  can you remember?”

“I do..” Candice replied trying to conjure up the exact location and failing miserably in her own head.

They sat there in silence for a moment, trying to remember where their lives had gone, two 40 something, women, alone without children or any significant other, still bacholoretting together so many years after college.

Sure they had amazing careers, that’s what we want these days, said Lani, “isn’t it, Isn’t it!!? A career, money, making a name for ourselves, thats what we wanted CC!”

And they did want that after college, the world seemed so big, full of every good thing possible for a couple of single girls.  They partied, although not excessively, they saved a good deal of their earnings and had quite a stash, their favourite pastime, travel, was a regular twice a year journey to far away places.  They bought a house together which was now fully paid out, and several others as part of their joint investment plan.

Now that all seemed so unnecessary, sure they were well off, they were well known in their business circles,  they were settled and happy with all they had, but something was missing.  Well that was what they had been contemplating over their bottle of wine and pizza, their weekly get together, that had started during college with all their friends, but slowly one by one the friends would go off and get married, or move away till it was just the two of them and a couple of friends who were able to pop in on a semi regular basis.  That’s what bought up the subject today.  Lisa had once again texted to let them know that the baby was sick and she wouldn’t be over tonight.

That baby is always sick Lani bemoaned.


So just an idea that popped into my head, might extend it might not, but that is day one of Writing 101 workshop!