Why did you crash? What was wrong with your writing? You will be surprised what mistakes you spot once ANYONE can spot it for you and point and laugh!
Wait a little longer.... allow others to point it out! Don't defend yourself... don't edit it.... Just let it go!
The next time you crash it will seem like an exciting theme park ride and you will just get used to its speed because, lets remember, you aren't in control of the brakes!
I am dying to defend mine, explain it or just delete it. No excuses, no reasons- lets just enjoy the rollercoaster!
Remember, no roller coaster- no rocket launcher!
Monday 1 October 2012
The source of my shame!
Lee-ul watched. She watched and waited and stared as she
sat.
The weave of the young, the dread
of the trapped old Renvarr, and the parental pride as their cubs tore the
monster’s bloodied skins away. Knowing
one day she would do this; scratch at its face dress herself in its bloody fur
and collectively taunt it before watching it die, she licked her paws clean and
closed her eyes, imagining that she was waiting, to take life away from the
creature.
When it was her turn three years later the elation excited
her breathing, her heart, and dried her mouth once more. Leeul stood without garment but with a make-shift
spear in her hand. Her strong legs were
fixed in a stance. She began to circle
the creature, tied down as it was. Her
friends each in turn started to run at it, yelling, moving deftly, and stabbing
its rough skin. Lee-ul relishing the moment couldn’t help but go for its eye.
She used all her strength to gouge at its right vision and de-wedge her piece
of flint.
After that she was expected to
retract and let her peers stab at it next.
She did not. Bloodthirstily she assailed
its mouth and peeled away the first fraction of skin to be had. As she did this everything stopped. The crowd was silent and the mutilated
Renvarr seemed to be laughing at her.
Two strong Shemai grabbed her from behind. Lee-ul was then twisted
around to face them, helpless. With a
grunt Dahil released her and watched her
body fall to the ground. Lee-ul howled
as she felt the bones in her arms and legs crack. Lee-ul’s peers rushed to grab her and pulled
her broken body towards the post where the injured Renvarr was tied. Lee-ul
began to scream, to yel,l to beg:
“I’m sorry!” she shouted. “Please”
she entreated her captors who apathetically carried on tying her next to the
Renvarr.
She had never been this
frightened but at the same time felt the same excitement as when she had first
seen a Renvarr killed. She moved to wet her mouth, blocking out the pain in her
arm and legs and began to struggle free.
“Stay right here” Aniis held
her fast as she was firmly tied next to Renvarr and the other cubs stepped back
panting, ready and desperate to rush in.
Her old friends ran towards her.
Lee-uls death was in their eyes. She cowardly shut hers and tried not to
listen to the beat of her comrades’ feet pounding the ground as they charged
towards her.
“Animal”
“Coward!”
“Thief!”
They shouted insults at her as flint
started to graze and pierce her young skin. She felt the wounds and scratches
to be deep and mostly on her lower torso and legs but she did not open her
eyes. “Open them!” She heard Dahil’s
voice say. Even as she felt rough claws
try to pry her eyes open she dared not to look.
She moaned and shook from the pain of the repeating assaults wondering
which of her school-friends had caused each wound. She cried out and felt tears at the thought
of her people hurting her so.
But then, the insults and
yelling were suddenly not there. No new
grazes or cuts on Lee-uls skin. No sound
at all, so she opened her eyes.
First
she saw Aniis who seemed to be frozen in time his face still contorted, his
eyes still fiery, his breathing still hurried..
Then his face softened and Lee-ul turned to look around seeing her
friends staring at the ground, shoulders slumped. No-one in the crowd could meet her gaze but
guiltily averted her curious stare.
Then
Lee-ul saw her benefactor, the woman who had stopped it all just in walking
by. She looked tall and graceful; she
walked towards Lee-il, her skirts and robes sauntering around her lithe
body. She bent and stroked Lee-ils face,
stood up and turned:
“I think perhaps… you have overreacted Dahil”
Her voice was quiet as she tilted her head and smiled with all her teeth. Dahil
knelt at her elegant blue skirt and Eniis did the same. Dahil whispered:
“but we thought… she… should be punished.”
Aniis nodded and almost
inquisitively chimed
“She should be made example
of?”
“Indeed?" The lady replied "And who will make an example of you? And who decides how far they take their punishment?”
The lady said as she played with the tops
of their manes:
“You should not be frightened of me” She directed herself towards
the Renvarr and grabbed one of its arms, swiping it at Lee-ul who yelped in
fear and shame. When the Renvarr pulled
its arm back everyone could see a mark on one side of Lee-uls cub-like face.
She had been wounded by the captured Renvarr’s talons and an imprint of its
claw was now across her jaw mouth and nostril. The pain was more than her
broken limbs and flint wounds put together.
“There is your example! It needs no parade. Do continue.”
She smiled again with her teeth untying Lee-ul and carried her away
from the town square. Lee-ul lay in the
lady's arms breathing like the wild animal that was still tied to the
post. The agony and the resentment
started to fuse together. ‘Lee-ul’
she thought, ‘the claw-marked Shemai who
had never killed a Renvarr’ . For her, it was shame and punishment enough.
No.1 If you're going to crash REALLY go for it!!!!!
So first things first!
Crash deliberately and show all your friends and people who you respect as writers. Make an absolute idiot of yourself!
You can do this in two ways. First, (the easy way out) deliberately write something TERRIBLE. Second, find the worst (not necessarily the first) thing you have ever written and expose it to ridicule!
Online is a great way to do this but if not, show it to a friend or two. Laugh at yourself. Once you get used to the laughter and the bruises you really won't care and your courage will spark up and fly across town like a Rocket Launcher!
In my next post I will be putting my money where my mouth is and be showing you the worst thing I have ever written!
Crash deliberately and show all your friends and people who you respect as writers. Make an absolute idiot of yourself!
You can do this in two ways. First, (the easy way out) deliberately write something TERRIBLE. Second, find the worst (not necessarily the first) thing you have ever written and expose it to ridicule!
Online is a great way to do this but if not, show it to a friend or two. Laugh at yourself. Once you get used to the laughter and the bruises you really won't care and your courage will spark up and fly across town like a Rocket Launcher!
In my next post I will be putting my money where my mouth is and be showing you the worst thing I have ever written!
Looking forward to a crash!
I have decided to start this blog to focus my thoughts on writing and literature. I often find I am too critical of my own work (this is what happens when you edit and proofread all day) and expect it to be better than it can be at first.
I have started a sport called Roller derby. The first thing you learn is how to take a fall and not to be afraid of it. Do we ever really learn that in writing?
Today I have bruises and a bit of a sore arm which makes picking things up physically difficult, but knock backs to your writing, in my opinion, leave emotional bruising which is a lot harder to get used to.
So from now on I aim to practise crashing and help others to as well.
I have started a sport called Roller derby. The first thing you learn is how to take a fall and not to be afraid of it. Do we ever really learn that in writing?
Today I have bruises and a bit of a sore arm which makes picking things up physically difficult, but knock backs to your writing, in my opinion, leave emotional bruising which is a lot harder to get used to.
So from now on I aim to practise crashing and help others to as well.
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