Been taking a free course in Fiction writing over at FUTURELEARN
It’s been week two and we have been asked to write in a paragraph describing a character, and an ideal and unideal place/situation to write. Here’s what I wrote, nothing fancy:
Daniel was a tall lanky guy who walked like he was always listening to music. Almost always he would be wearing a bonnet and a pair of chucks which gave him that artistic introvert look although he was actually the easiest guy to get along with in the house. He had a soft and kind face which matched his actual personality. His dark tan skin also gave a hint that he wasn’t one to run away from activities under the tropic sun. He also had an eye out for the ladies and always found something beautiful to fall in love with with every woman he ever met- the only girl crazy guy I’ve ever met who didn’t seem sleazy at all but was more like a desperate romantic. Whenever there was a funny story that happened in the house, Daniel was always in it.
Ideal Writing Space
3am always held some magic for Audrey. Most of the city was asleep yet somehow it felt more alive in it’s subdued state. She would look over the many windows near and far that dotted the cityscape, the soft lights that burned from apartment rooms made her realize that there were so many lives unaware of one another yet still interconnected. Every flickering light was a story, every person who lay there in their rooms had a universe of their own, and this filled her with awe and inspiration. She put her pen to paper and the flow of words was all the music she wanted to hear.
Unideal Writing Space
I hate the feeling that I’m forgetting something, that usually means it’s going to be a long day. I constantly check my pockets for my keys, my phone and my wallet every 5 minutes, never trusting my caffeine deprived brain the fact that I had them a few moments ago. Everyday it’s the same thing in this city yet somehow I’m always surprised that I’m stuck in traffic. Between the realization that I may not make it on time for my presentation and the cab driver’s mumbling to add a bit more to the fare, I found myself a little grateful that at least the lack of motion to the car allowed me to type a little better on the laptop. Still, I have a nagging suspicion that I forgot something- I shake it off and try to gather my thoughts amidst the blaring car horns. As my mind races to the honest excuse I have for this predicament I am distracted from a familiar beep from my laptop- a low battery. $@#%! I forgot my charger!