By which I mean I’m “told” that what I have written is not correct in the least. Then he surprised me, for I did not expect him to react as well as he did to the discovery in the scene. I raced to include his thoughts on the subject. Suddenly I had a more dynamic version of what happened in his psyche at that moment.
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The character interjected, giving me an even better understanding of how to structure the scene. (Chances are I do, right?) But later, when I typed in the new material, I found myself writing unplanned additional information. Last night on the train I revised the latest portion of the current novel. I’ll be the first to admit to a degree of insanity, or a least severe silliness. Some, such as Bart’s sister Lage, brush me off as insane. For the characters relate what transpired in their lives. Whatever amount of “living” quality characters possess is magnified in scribbling down the words. Rather they unfolded and shifted along the way. But the writer’s locked down version of the events were not finalized at all during the process of creation. The reader only receives the end result of the story, the final form. For an author, that can be even more true than it is for the reader. It happened again last night.Ĭharacters are often said to “come alive” on the page. I’m talking about the collaborative process of author and character. I’ve spoken a little about this subject before, but I’m saying it again.
I’ll bet the Recipe that my parents still have it in their house.Ī special GIVING of THANKS to everyone who has ever helped me and for all the blessings in our lives. Both for the story and the included “famous” recipe. As I searched for more information (to assist my failing memory) on the book, I discovered that I am not alone. Creepily sketched strands of his beard, moustache and eyebrows call for a “Bravo!” to the Devlins.
The festivities turn sour when her recipe is, yes, purloined! At the table the turkey is not the star attraction, but Grandmother’s cranberry bread. To Grandmother’s dismay, Maggie invites the dubious character of Mr. A theory of what? As to whole stole Grandmother’s secret recipe! It’s a cute story about Thanksgiving Day in New England. I remember my brother and I reading this one together. Cranberry Thanksgiving by Wende and Harry Devlin. Gather up a group of your writing friends and fire away. They had itchy trigger fingers…always wanting to squeeze in time for another round. I played Writer’s Russian Roulette with my students when I interned at the Young Master’s Consortium for the Arts back in Pennsylvania. Because of one quasi-scientific reason or another, they degenergated into…grapefruits, what else? The other told the plight of migrant workers, but not as bleakly as Steinbeck. One dealt with a race of mutant big-headed humans bent on global domination…you know, that ordeal. Two of the stories it spawned stuck in my mind and they could not be more different. I recall one Closing Sentence from when I’ve played.Īnd we all stared back at the grapefruit lying by the side The added challenge of working toward a conclusion from the onset can be tricky. After all, a competent narrative and story-steering must be accomplished in five minutes.įor a different twist, provide the closing sentence. Not only does it stimulate creativity and encourage interaction, it forces one to heed and hone basic writing skills. A veering so far off course it should be put out of its misery if not so danged humorous. At least one of the adventures will take a serious turn for the absurd. “What ever became of that one with the squid?” Before long, stories are read aloud, laughter breaks out and wonder overcomes.Īnd oh, yes. Stories might be nowhere near what had been intended, veering off into uncharted territory begging for exploration. Players must now write toward a conclusion. They read quite a story, one they believe they once knew. And so on, until players recover their original papers. Another five minutes are allotted to write. Players pass their paper to the person on left. Writers (Players) are presented with a sentence. She passed along a little game called Writer’s Russian Roulette. Remember when I spoke of my favorite teacher? Mrs.