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I am writing two short stories

One of the writing assignments I have to complete by the end of this semester is to write two short stories.

No sweat, I thought.

Then I read the conditions. The total word count must be about 5,000 words. Again, not a problem because I’ve written over 9,000 words in the last five days.

The lecturer has decreed that the two stories must be technically different in some way. Well, that makes it more of a challenge. At the last workshop I presented a short story of about 400 words to my group. This was an experimental piece I wrote in the second person. Technically, this is very difficult to sustain without the readers feeling very awkward. It is hard to pull off successfully. My lecturer feels that, on the basis of what I presented at the workshop, I have the skill to achieve this difficult task.

The short story I presented will give one character’s point of view of an incident. Others in the group, including the lecturer, felt that they would like to hear the same story, but from the point of view of the other main character. Her story could be written in the first person, giving another technical difference.

I think I’ve just taken on a challenging project. I’ll keep you posted.

Good writing.

Writing a novel

I am writing a novel.

Let me clarify that. I am thinking about writing a novel.

For my Master of Arts in Creative Writing course I have to write a forty thousand word thesis. Because it is a creative writing course, the thesis has to be a novel. When I complete the three units of work I am currently undertaking, I will have but one unit plus the thesis to do. This will be done in 2009.

Several of the lecturers have advised me to start thinking about it this year. So that is what I have been doing. In fact, I’ve had the idea, a concept, for several years now. The idea has just been steadily fermenting away in my mind. (Sounds horrible – I knew my mind was a strange land – but ‘fermenting?’)

I alluded to the theme in my post about Daylight Saving  yesterday. It has something to do with time, but I can’t say any more than that. I have given it the working title of ‘Time on his hands.’

One of the technical things I will have to decide on in the planning stage – and before even a word is written – is the point of view.  I would like to attempt to write the story from the point of view of two main characters. I would alternate the point of view from one to the other throughout the story. Another aspect of point of view I will have to decide on is whether I use first person or third person. Or even an omniscient point of view with me as the narrator. Perhaps one character could be in first person and the other in the third person.

I can see that I have a great deal more thinking and planning to do before even one word is written. I will keep you posted on progress.

Good writing.

Short Story endings

One of the lecturers I have this year often starts her lecture with a writing exercise. It is a creative writing class in prose fiction after all, so this is entirely appropriate. Rosanne uses a variety of approaches, each writing exercise is stimulating. It is also very good writing practice under pressure. I love these exercises, and I have become keen at sharing my writing later during the workshop session after the lecture.

Last week Rosanne wrote a sentence on the whiteboard. She then challenged us to write for about five minutes – ending our piece with that sentence. Here are some interesting (I hope) and challenging (I hope) story endings.  Use them in whatever way you like. Try them as warm up activities for your current writing project.

  1. Which one will I poison first?
  2. That is how the school burnt down.
  3. I will never go there again.
  4. That is the last time I ever saw her.
  5. It still amazes me that I lived to tell this tale
  6. I never expected to hear from him again.
  7. The precious key slipped from her hand, bounced once and disappeared over the edge of the jetty.
  8. Just when I’d given up all hope, the phone rang.
  9. Sometimes life is stranger than fiction.
  10. I was left staring at the solid door that had just been slammed in my face.

It was the first one we were challenged with. Here is what I wrote. Remember that we only had five minutes. This left little time for story or character development and none for rewriting.

Tuesday started like any other day: shower, breakfast, cuppa, paper, crossword and then don’t forget the teeth. All was going well, on schedule, according to plan, just like any other Tuesday.

Until.

Until my brother-in-law came to stay with his tribe of brats. All seven. Four boys and three girls plus two over active Jack Russells who always decided to wait until getting here to relieve themselves – on the new carpet.

‘I’ve left Susanna,’ he announced matter-of-factly. ‘Nowhere else to go. So I’ll have to move in with you. I’ll use the spare room shall I?’

I stared in disbelief. This was the fifth time it had happened. I couldn’t stand my brother-in-law. The Brat Pack was uncontrollable. The Jack Russells beyond control.

‘Which one will I poison first?’ was my immediate thought.

Have a go – let me know in the comments how it went.

Good writing.

What I am reading: Les Murray – a Life in Progress

Yesterday I wrote about having read a great deal of the poetry of the Australian poet Les Murray. This was in preparation for writing a research paper for one of the units I am studying for my Master of Arts in Creative Writing.

In addition to reading many of his poems I also reread much of a biography about Les Murray. This book, Les Murray: a Life in Progress was written by Peter F. Alexander and was published in 2000. I picked up this volume from a remainder table in a large Sydney bookshop several years ago. It is fascinating reading.
It is little wonder that Murray writes with such passion. His childhood was extremely unhappy and the family struggled in poverty on a dairy farm near Taree in the mid north of New South Wales. His schooling was limited and his mother taught him to read before he attended school. He was a voracious reader with an incredible memory, matched only by his insatiable curiosity. All of these attributes have served him well throughout his poetic career as he draws on so many ideas from his reading for inclusion in his writing.

His mother died when he was only 12 and this sad event had a lasting effect upon both Les and his father. He wrote many poems about those tragic times later in life. When he attended Taree High School he was constantly bullied and ostracized. Again, this proved fertile ground for his poetic pursuits. Once Les commenced at Sydney University he began to blossom as a person and as a poet. He quickly established himself as an emerging poet. In fact, his writing took precedence over his studies; he hardly studied at all and took nearly a decade to complete his degree.

He tried various jobs which would help support his young family, but he never really enjoyed any of them. Eventually the proceeds from his books – he has had over 30 books of poetry published so far – plus income from various fellowships, awards and prizes went some of the way to providing for his family. Without the income from his wife’s teaching he would not have been about to continue his prolific output of writing over such a long period of time.

One aspect of Murray’s poetry I found difficult at first was the form that much of it takes. He uses rhyme sparingly, and when he uses it, he is not always consistent. Another interesting aspect of Murray’s poetry is the irregular metre of much of his poetry. If one is looking for a set metrical pattern in his poetry you will often be disappointed. There are exceptions, of course, and they are usually more noteworthy for its inclusion.

Because Murray grew up in rural New South Wales, he has drawn on his knowledge and many of his experiences of farm life for his poetry. I believe that Les Murray is the quintessential Australian landscape poet. Other poets may be able to capture the essence of the Australian landscape, but none have been able to do this on a consistent basis over such a length of time and in so many poems.

One of the strengths of his poetry is the process by which Murray incorporates the Australian fauna a flora in a natural, unforced way into his poetry. I believe that one of the strengths of the poetry of Les Murray is his ability to take everyday objects or incidents, and explore them in verse. Even the simplest thing – taking a shower – is material for his poetry.

Reference:

Alexander, Peter F. 2000. Les Murray: A Life in Progress. Oxford University Press, South Melbourne.

Further reading:

  • Les Murray: a extensive archive of articles about Les Murray, including copies of many of his poems.

What I am reading: the poetry of Les Murray

My Master of Arts in Creative Writing course requires quite a deal of reading as well as the writing assignments. Last term I had to write a research paper on a well known poet. The focus had to be half on the life of the poet with the balance being an analysis of the poet’s work.

I chose to study the Australian poet Les Murray. He is regarded internationally as one of the most talented poets currently writing in English. He is arguably regarded by many as Australia’s best poet. That is a big claim and, having read fair slabs of his poetry in recent weeks, I would have to concur.

I found it challenging to obtain a true grasp of the scope of Murray’s poetry. It is so vast, so broad in subject matter and he has probably been Australian’s most prolific poet to date. It is hard to summarise and categorize such an extensive oeuvre. Despite this difficulty, some themes do stand out. It can be said without contradiction that his poetry is rich and amazingly diverse.

He is also acknowledged as a master of linguistic dexterity, playing with words like a child building a magnificent structure with simple toy blocks. I believe that Les Murray is the quintessential Australian landscape poet. Other poets may be able to capture the essence of the Australian landscape, but none have been able to do this on a consistent basis over such a length of time and in so many poems.

Bibliography:

Murray, L. and Lehmann, G, 1965, The Ilex Tree. ANU Press, Canberra.

Murray, Les, 1983, The People’s Otherworld. Angus and Robertson, Sydney

Murray, Les, 1987, The Daylight Moon. Angus and Robertson, Sydney.

Murray, Les, 1996, Subhuman Redneck Poems. Duffy and Snellgrove, Potts Point.

Murray, Les, 1998,  New Selected Poems. Duffy and Snellgrove, Potts Point.