Since beginning university I have been looking at the work of other future writers in my course and comparing myself to their writing. Often it’s a – damn why didn’t I think of that? or, I wish I could write like that? But when you really think about… You shouldn’t ever compare yourself. Take a look at this poem for example:
As Soon as Fred Gets Out of Bed by Jack Prelutsky
As soon as Fred gets out of bed,
his underwear goes on his head.
His mother laughs, “Don’t put it there,
a head’s no place for underwear!”
But near his ears, above his brains,
is where Fred’s underwear remains.
At night when Fred goes back to bed,
he deftly plucks it off his head.
His mother switches off the light
and softly croons, “Good night! Good night!”
And then, for reasons no one knows,
Fred’s underwear goes on his toes.
This is a children’s poem that has a lot of humour in it! I wish that I could be funny, but writing humour doesn’t come naturally to me. What does come naturally to me though is emotion and who’s to say that Jack can grab your heart in the same way that I can? So yes, Jack has strong points that I don’t have in my writing, but instead of comparing myself I need to look at what I’m good at!
Over Christmas I had two portfolios of writing to complete along with two essays for university. Now, I don’t mind writing a story here and there but I ended up having to write about seven stories and six poems. Over a short space of time that is a lot of writing. Needless to say, I really struggled. I ended up handing in this as one of my poems:
Creatively drained – I’ve written and written and written and now my head is sore and empty. The blank page before me is craving doodles and words, but I have none left to give. Past pieces of paper have stolen them all away like burglars of ideas. Oh Facebook, calling out to me, I so wish to play your games, why are you trying to distract me? But the assignment’s due are glaring down at me like I’m a prisoner left with only one choice and that one choice is: to write.
And the lecturer hated it!
If you find a gap in the market, maybe this is your destiny calling! After not being able to find a book on dystopian writing prompts, I have started writing my own ready to publish as an Ebook! I have a section at the end for other people’s dystopian writing prompts, where I will use only the best, so if you’re looking for a special mention then submit your prompt and name to lozzy . counsell @ hotmail . co . uk (without the spaces, just trying to prevent robots emailing me!)
So I am in the process of editing MY FIRST EVER BOOK! It is a supernatural thriller aimed at young adult readers. There are vampires werewolves and…. well lets not spoil the rest!
I thought I would spoil you all with the beginning of my story:
‘I sit on the balcony, staring into the night sky, watching the stars flicker and shine. My legs dangle off the side through the cold, metal bars and a cool breeze whistles through my ears. It reminds me of all of the midnight walks me and Dahlia used to have when we were in our early teenage years. We would stop off in the middle of the woods and dance around, with the wind blowing through our thin, white dresses. Fireflies would glide around us, lighting up the dark shadows cast down from the tall trees, which were closely huddled together like a pack of wolves, under the big, circular moon.’