Thursday, 12 April 2012

AW: 6th exercise: show or tell?


He climbs, and climbs ... one foot in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other... If you saw him, you’d be amazed how much purpose could be in one so small... He climbs, and climbs... He rests... Ask him now... ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Up.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because.’ ‘What are you seeking?’ ‘Up.’ He climbs again... one foot in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other... climbs, and climbs... He stops. There is nowhere more to climb. He bunches his feet, bends his legs, stretches... opens, unfolds, spreads... and flies... up...

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A very small beetle is walking up a very tall blade of grass. He walks, and walks – one foot in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other in front of the other – and walks, and rests. He walks on, upwards. At the top tip, he stops, since there is nowhere further to walk. He bunches his feet at the top tip, bends his legs, stretches upwards; opens his wing cases, spreads his creased wings... and flies... up.

Friday, 16 March 2012

Discussion point

Does anybody feel that more discussion (constructive, obviously) of some of our exercise efforts might enrich our experience in the group?

Monday, 12 March 2012

EJW: Dialogue Exercises

Dialogue  Exercise 1



“To be, or not to be...”

“To be or not to be is not the point.” 

Not listening Matthew continued, “To be or not to be…”

“Matt, tidy your room please.”

 “Aw… to tidy or not to tidy!”

“Matthew!”

“Mum do you mind I am tryingto rehearse!”

“And I am a recorded message.  Tidy your room!”

“In a minute… I do need to do this mum, I am the lead role!”

“Now!”

“Mum… I really need to do this,”

“Okay lets put it another way.  No room tidied then no play!”

“Mum!”

“I have the car keys and it’s a very long walk otherwise.”

“Okay, Okay…I’m going…”





Dialogue Exercise 2



 “Hello?”

“Welcome to Amazon customer service, your call is appreciated.  You are held in a queue, one of our operators will be with you shortly.”

“Grhh!

“What’s wrong?”

“I am in a queue.  I hate these automated phone systems.”

“Never mind, it won’t take long.”

“Yeah right, last time it was twenty minutes at least with the...”

“I’ll put the kettle on.”

“Thank you for patience.  You will be connected to an operator as soon as one becomes available.”

“Tea?”

“Please.”

“Thank you for holding.”

“Like I get a choice,”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing,”

“Here’s your tea.”

“Thanks.”

“Who are you ringing anyway?”

“Amazon, my Kindle is not working.”

“Oh what’s up?”

“Some books are missing.”

“Did you update it?”

“Yes.”

“Amazon customer service how may I help you?”

“Hello. My Kindle keyboard is not working.  I have 15 items on it but on my Kindle library on my computer it says I have 21 items.  Basically I have 6 books missing.”

“When did you purchase these books?”

“Two days ago.”

“What is your email address?.... Right, okay thank you.  Yes I can see you purchased a book of poems.”

“No. Well yes I did but that one was a book, you know paper!”

“What was the title of the last book you purchased in the Kindle format?”

“Orphan.”

“I see. Did you sync your purchase Mrs Weatherley?”

“No normally it just does it automatically.  But I did try earlier today and it did not work.  I also did the forced reset but that did not work either.”

“I see.  Have you registered your device with your web provider?”

“Yes it worked the other day.”

“Perhaps your network signal is not very strong Mrs Weatherley.”

“Well at the top of the Kindle it shows full strength with all five bars coloured.”

“Could you go to the menu Mrs Weatherley and choose the sync option now and press it again.”

“Yes.  Okay it’s done, now I have an error message…basically it says we are unable to connect at this time.”

“I see.  I think you have a sync problem with your device Mrs Weatherley.  I will have to get one of technical support operators to contact you in a few days.  If we can not get your device to work Mrs Weatherley we will replace it.  I am sorry I can not be of further assistance today.  Please do not hesitate to contact us again should you require more assistance.”




Written after an actual experience.  I am happy to report my Kindle now works!

 Eve x

Thursday, 8 March 2012

AW: 5th exercise: dialogue

"Crummy idea of yours, picking him up from out there. Have you thought, have you any idea, how much bother that can get us into?"

"Right, now just wait a minute young man. We couldn't just leave him lying there, could we now?"

"Excuse me, your lordship -- that's just what we shoulda done. Not our problem, see?"

"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, young man. One can't just leave a person lying in the street."

"To my way of thinking that's just what we shoulda done. All very well taking this highfalutin attitude -- I still say it could get us in a lot of bother. Leave the bother for someone else, I say."

"I can't agree with you there. What if it had been one of us lying there? What then, eh?"

"Very funny, I'm sure. If you was lying there I suppose I'd give you a hand. But you wouldn't be."

"Exceedingly well argued, I'm sure. But the point is he's here. So, what are we going to do about him?"

TextMaker - [dialogue.doc]

"Crummy idea of yours, picking him up from out there. Have you thought, have you any idea, how much bother that can get us into?"
"Right, now just wait a minute young man. We couldn't just leave him lying there, could we now?"
"Excuse me, your lordship -- that's just what we shoulda done. Not our problem, see?"
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong, young man. One can't just leave a person lying in the street."
"To my way of thinking that's just what we shoulda done. All very well taking this highfalutin attitude -- I still say it could get us in a lot of bother. Leave the bother for someone else, I say."
"I can't agree with you there. What if it had been one of us lying there? What then, eh?"
"Very funny, I'm sure. If you was lying there I suppose I'd give you a hand. But you wouldn't be."
"Exceedingly well argued, I'm sure. But the point is he's here. So, what are we going to do about him?"

Sunday, 12 February 2012

I don't do Creative Writing...


OK, I don't do Creative Writing. I do read; creatively sometimes, perhaps. Why did I join the BCWG then? Well, who knows, it might start something for me. Get some ideas going. Could do with some of those; I don't have very many.
I enjoy doing the bits of homework, but that's all I do. Stu seems to put quite a lot of emphasis on getting published or entering competitions. I think that's some distance off for me. If I can be bothered with it at all. On the whole, the activity itself of writing gives me enough satisfaction at present. I can imagine that that could change, though. Just as in a performing art (I have some experience there) there's a better buzz if you've got an audience -- provided they're not yawning, booing or throwing things. And yes, even the homework exercises feel more complete when I get to read them out to the group.

Saturday, 11 February 2012

AW: 4th exercise: viewpoints -- 1st person, 3rd person, 'omniscient'


No, I... I don’t remember the place... There was... I think there was a tall dim ceiling, with a moulded rose and cornice... single bulb on a wire... No, there wasn’t a lampshade... I think there was a picture-rail... cream-painted, like the ceiling... and the wall below was green... plain mid-green sort of colour... I could smell something... sharp in my nose... vinegar, was it? I don’t know... The floor I was lying on was a long stretch of bare boards... old, worn, grubby... no paint or varnish except round the sides of the room where they were stained dark... Furniture? I don’t recall any... There was a tall sash window, no curtains... dark outside... No, I don’t remember any moon... quite black, as if outside there was nothing... nothing at all. Ah, wait a minute... yes, there was a chair... sofa, was it?... chaise longue... right next to me... didn’t see it till I moved my head... old, battered-looking turned legs, I could see the worm holes... no castors... worn faded gold brocade, turning greenish, with horsehair or coir or something busting out here and there... ah yes, that’s what I could smell, it was all musty... then looking under it, I could see the door... several yards away... big double doors, painted a dull matt eau-de-nil colour, with panel mouldings that might once have been gold... you could see the marks where the finger-plates had been, and the handles should have been ornate but seemed to be just round brown plastic knobs... I think... that’s what I seem to remember but... I don’t know... I’m not... really... sure...

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Slowly he began to be aware that what he was looking at was a ceiling -- high and long. And that what was dazzling his eyes was the light from a bare bulb dangling from a moulded central rose. And that what he was lying on was a floor of bare boards between tall greenish walls, stretching away to a far high sash window that gave onto... nothing, as far as he could see. The darkness outside gave him no clue as to where he might be. Turning his head, he found that he was lying next to the worm-eaten legs of a dilapidated chaise longue; bits of stuffing were spilling out of its musty green brocade. Beyond it he could see high double doors, with mouldings that were no longer gilt. For handles, they had plain brown plastic doorknobs. When later he hazily recalled this, he thought it strange.

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They lugged him in from outside and carried him up the broad stairs and into the room that had once been so grand. After laying him down hurriedly on the dilapidated chaise longue that was now the only piece there, they withdrew and locked the door behind them. As they went up the stairs to the room above, they were already urgently discussing what they should do about him.

Of all this he knew nothing. It was the bump as he slid off the chaise longue onto the bare floorboards that revived his awareness; slowly then he began to take in his new surroundings.

AW: 3rd exercise: setting


No, I... I don’t remember the place... There was... I think there was a tall dim ceiling, with a moulded rose and cornice... single bulb on a wire... No, there wasn’t a lampshade... I think there was a picture-rail... cream-painted, like the ceiling... and the wall below was green... plain mid-green sort of colour... I could smell something... sharp in my nose... vinegar, was it? I don’t know... The floor I was lying on was a long stretch of bare boards... old, worn, grubby... no paint or varnish except round the sides of the room where they were stained dark... Furniture? I don’t recall any... There was a tall sash window, no curtains... dark outside... No, I don’t remember any moon... quite black, as if outside there was nothing... nothing at all. Ah, wait a minute... yes, there was a chair... sofa, was it?... chaise longue... right next to me... didn’t see it till I moved my head... old, battered-looking turned legs, I could see the worm holes... no castors... worn faded gold brocade, turning greenish, with horsehair or coir or something busting out here and there... ah yes, that’s what I could smell, it was all musty... then looking under it, I could see the door... several yards away... big double doors, painted a dull matt eau-de-nil colour, with panel mouldings that might once have been gold... you could see the marks where the finger-plates had been, and the handles should have been ornate but seemed to be just round brown plastic knobs... I think... that’s what I seem to remember but... I don’t know... I’m not... really... sure...

AW: 2nd exercise: characters

A tall man. Gaunt. Face like creased parchment. When he spoke, it was like sandpaper on slate.


In her light graceful laugh there was an underlying note that said “Beware”.


“Hey, mind where you’re going, mate!”
“You looking for a mouthful of knuckles, granpa? Just watch it.”


A little, bald, active man, always pecking at this and that, like a wren.



Does it matter what Graham was like? Nobody will care in a hundred years’ time. But I care, now.

Since we were tiny boys he had led me. Good or bad his notion might be, he always knew how to impose it. We must have looked an odd pair: he short, robust, packed with purpose, and I lanky, gangling, vague, ever a step or two behind.

Which was what saved me. To explore the old tin workings seemed one of his better notions at the time. It turned out to be his worst, and last.

I still follow him, all these years later. He still leads. But I have had to learn to work out for myself what his next notion might be.



AW: 1st exercise: 'flash fiction': A Visit to A&E


aaaow!! stop it mend it sew it up chop it off it’s sticking out sticking in stuck on falling off get it off put it back

ah about time ow get off get away gimme a drink gimme a break put me out put me away put it away take it away

ahhhhhh... thank you

Friday, 10 February 2012

AW: I don't do Creative Writing...

OK, I don't do Creative Writing. I do read; creatively sometimes, perhaps. Why did I join the BCWG then? Well, who knows, it might start something for me. Get some ideas going. Could do with some of those; I don't have very many.

I enjoy doing the bits of homework, but that's all I do. Stu seems to put quite a lot of emphasis on getting published or entering competitions. I think that's some distance off for me. If I can be bothered with it at all. On the whole, the activity itself of writing gives me enough satisfaction at present. I can imagine that that could change, though. Just as in a performing art (I have some experience there) there's a better buzz if you've got an audience -- provided they're not yawning, booing or throwing things. And yes, even the homework exercises feel more complete when I get to read them out to the group.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

A Brief History of the Internet

Stu Phillips 

Cyberspace is the only place where equal opportunity is the order of the day. From humble beginnings in a chapel at Westminster, in the 15th century, to mass production of trillions of books, magazines and newspapers, giving a world-wide readership of untold millions, printing has taken over 500 years.

Radio took 35 years to establish an audience of 50 million. Television needed only 15 years to achieve this number of viewers. However, the Internet, phenomenally, exceeded 50 million users, in only three years. Today there are well over 300 million regular users, accessing nearly 100 million Web Sites, and rising.

The most transforming invention in human history, the Internet has the capacity to change everything: the way we work, the way we learn and the way we play. The Net is a global network of networks, connected to the World Wide Web (WWW). Invented in 1990, the Web went public on 15 January 1991. So called because it encloses the world in a web of billions of electronic threads. It is a hypermedia system linking millions of pages of text, illustrations and sound and video clips.

The Internet opened to commercial traffic in 1994; there is no central control, no one owns it, no one is in charge. There is no membership fee, anyone can join. Being completely open, the Net is a system which links millions of people. It is a means of communication; to some people a way of life; to others, their very lifeline. A truly global phenomenon.

BUT WHO INVENTED THE INTERNET?

During World War II, the military were using teleprinter and radio for their communications. There was the Defence Teleprinter Network in Britain. Tape relay stations interconnected and transmitted messages across and between continents.

Many feel that the emergence of the Russian Sputnik on 4 October 1957 caused the Americans to redouble their scientific efforts. Both Russia and the USA were building nuclear ballistic missile capability. Development of a safe and reliable communication system was paramount.

It was just about the time when Neil Armstrong made his historic statement: . . . "One giant leap for mankind." that the US made the second great leap by connecting a number of their computers into an integrated network. This was probably the beginnings of the Internet.

THE DREAM

Vennevar Bush (1890-1974), director of he United States Office of Scientific Research and Development, was first concerned with the inadequacies of the paper-based office, he visualised a system whereby: "The operator taps a key and items are permanently joined . . . Thereafter information can be instantly recalled merely by tapping a button." That was the dream . . . It would be for others to make the dream come true.

FATHER OF THE INTERNET

One name seems to emerge as "the father of the Internet": that is Paul Baran, an American of Polish extraction. After graduating with a degree in electrical engineering in 1949, Baran joined the RAND Corporation in 1959. Here he was asked to develop a communications system capable of withstanding any catastrophe - including all-out nuclear war. Some task! His first attempts were rejected, but he decided: "to give them so damn much communication capacity - they won’t know what the hell to do with it."

It was Baran who devised "distributed digital working." He designed an "interactive computer system"; beginning in the early 1970’s. Messages would travel from one computer to another by whichever route was most convenient.

Bob Taylor, an Englishman, was concerned that some computers would not talk to others, he devised a compatibility programme. Taylor decided to adopt what he called "packet post". Here messages were broken down into smaller packages - to ensure that communications would not break down.

Early in the 1970’s Ward Christensen and Randy Suess devised a programme called MODEM. The devise was used simply to transfer files, by telephone line, between their personal computers.

THE SPIDER

Tim Berners-Lee, another Englishman, working at CERN (European Centre for Nuclear Research), was charged with the task of using the Net more effectively. In so doing, he invented a new way of structuring, storing and accessing information. He called it the World Wide Web. He is said to be the spider that began to spin the web. It was Berners-Lee who began to make the dream of Vennever Bush come true.

E-MAIL

Ray Tomlinson, at BBN (a computer consultancy), an early computer hacker, deserves to be remembered as the inventor of electronic mail: E-mail.

Tomlinson developed the system CYPNET to carry messages between different machines on the Net. Incidentally, it was Tomlinson who first used the icon @, whilst trying to find a punctuation mark which could not form part of any one’s name. As a matter of interest, the first e-mail contained the simple message: "qwertyuiop"!

Rather than try to track down the inventor of the Internet, we must accept the fact that the Internet evolved. It evolved because of necessity, resolution, obstinacy and grim determination. Dozens, if not hundreds of workers in differing fields, striving together have produced the greatest aid to communication man has known. Perhaps the biggest leap forward since Caxton introduced movable type.

SURFING THE NET

The World Wide Web is like having a giant encyclopaedia, permanently open. Just imagine all the information we ever want, at our fingertips.

Requirements are simple: a PC (personal computer), a modem, together with a "free" Internet Service Provider (ISP). Calls are about one penny per minute, to anywhere in the world! With the emergence of Broadband and special Service Provider deals, you can stay on the net permanently.

SKYPE

Skype is a software application that allows users to make voice and video calls over the internet.

There is a device called a "Dongle", this allows you to plug into your laptop, and be connected to the internet, via a mobile connection. Some mobile phones can now access the internet. From the moment you first dip your toe into the fast-flowing currents of Cyberspace, you will realise that one is restricted only by the limit of one’s imagination.

Cyberspace is where it’s @.

Aim of the Group

The aim of a writing group is to socialize the practice of writing. Writers coming together for their own and each others benefit has magical effects.
 

Stu Phillips