Thursday, 20 August 2009
MEMOIRABELIA
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Memoirs can often appear 'flat' and have less meaning for modern readers. This Blog is about bringing your experiences to life, so that rather than events remaining as significant points in time to you alone -you bring them to life by plotting and developing characters, storyline and conflict-for everyone to share. Below is today's contribution...."
"Make sure you dry your feet on that mat before you walk downstairs, and make sure those things can't get out of the chicken run when you release them – like last time!"George paused, turned and frowned but did not reply. He made his way down the flight ofwooden stairs that led to the scullery. "Okay, okay, stop nagging. We only lost one last year, for Christ’s sake - and that wasn't my fault. If I remember right,” he muttered, “it was your bloody fault. You left the bolt off the latch." George was now downstairs and out of earshot, but his mumbling tone was picked up by Dolly.
"What did you say?" she squawked.
'In this excerpt fom 'A Mother to Kill a Son' I am laying the foundations of George's inadequacy and Dolly's domineering character.Now its your turn? Tag your story, excerpt or feedback on my exerpt, in the comments below....Ross Martin(author) A Mother to Kill a Son.http://www.brightonboy.co.uk
Memoirs can often appear 'flat' and have less meaning for modern readers. This Blog is about bringing your experiences to life, so that rather than events remaining as significant points in time to you alone -you bring them to life by plotting and developing characters, storyline and conflict-for everyone to share. Below is today's contribution...."
"Make sure you dry your feet on that mat before you walk downstairs, and make sure those things can't get out of the chicken run when you release them – like last time!"George paused, turned and frowned but did not reply. He made his way down the flight ofwooden stairs that led to the scullery. "Okay, okay, stop nagging. We only lost one last year, for Christ’s sake - and that wasn't my fault. If I remember right,” he muttered, “it was your bloody fault. You left the bolt off the latch." George was now downstairs and out of earshot, but his mumbling tone was picked up by Dolly.
"What did you say?" she squawked.
'In this excerpt fom 'A Mother to Kill a Son' I am laying the foundations of George's inadequacy and Dolly's domineering character.Now its your turn? Tag your story, excerpt or feedback on my exerpt, in the comments below....Ross Martin(author) A Mother to Kill a Son.http://www.brightonboy.co.uk
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