A215 Big Red Book Activity 1.4 (2)

I bring you yet another Freewrite of mine. I really like these and find that the words flow pretty easy. Clustering on the other hand to me, simply bores me and wastes my time slightly. I think its a good idea if you have a plot and are stuck for ideas, but to just do them for the sake of it, well I don’t see the point for myself.
Anyway, let me know what you think of this piece. All comments are greatly appreciated.


***Coffee, toast and three paracetamol…that was the menu for the next few days. We’d recieved ‘The Call’ and chaos become the order of the day. Worry and panic over-rode the excitement of a new year. Everything looked the same yet there was an electrifying shockwave of panic and discord. It wasn’t a national disaster, but if people didn’t calm down, it could be detrimental to the report.
The panic was understandable, and I was highly sympathetic, yet I couldn’t help feeling slightly excited to know that all our talents could be utilised and praised. I had a clear impression that I was not joined in this feeling by anyone else. It was to be my very own secret thrill.
As the hours passed by, toast was knocked off the menu, along with any other form of nutrition. Caffeine and paracetamol was to be our saving companions. Somehow running around like headless chickens managed to complete preparations by approximately sseventy percent. Displays were preened, organisation and planning became automatic applications. Suddenly we all knew what the idyllic plan was to be. ‘Idyllic’ was the wish word. Fingers crossed.
D-day arrived and went just as quickly as we’d recieved the call. It wasn’t a brilliant outcome but it was done. Like a hurricane sweeping through a panic ridden city that was once calm and tranquil, the clear up would now begin. It wasn’t until the following week that the effects of that figurative hurricane came to be found. It was now time for a double dose of coffee, toast and three paracetamol. ***

This was written as a direct response to an incident that I was involved in over that past two weeks at work.

A215 Big Red Book Activity 1.2 (2)

This is the second of four freewrite activities for activity 1.2,  in the Big Red Book. Let me know what you think of it.

**It was no use pretending…I could try and hide it from the world how I felt about him, but I couldn’t run from myself. As hard as I tried to convince myself that all we had is simply friendship, a flicker of an ember shone from my heart. It wasn’t love. I was sure of that. At least I thought I was. But it was more than lust. I don’t believe in lust. It was more like the political connection between the United Kingdom and the United States of America. It was some sort of ‘special relationship’.
I’d become quite an expert in masking my true emotions. I’d truly grown in that field from having plenty of experience. It was important to keep one’s stance of elegance.
‘Let him come to you. That way you don’t make a fool of yourself’ is what Gran had said. Up until now she’d been right. But when it came to matters of my heart she was wrong. I’d missed my chance. His ember was sparkling for someone else now. I had to move on…whether I wanted to or not. Or did I?…**

Although this freewrite is short I feel that it could be developed and taken further. I’d like to use it for a section of the plot in my Romance Story I’m writing. To do that I will have to change the way it is written slightly and stop the character talking to tell the story.

A215 Big Red Book Activity 1.2

This is my first of the four Freewrites for this activity. I feel it’s in the style of *life-writing* as I’ve written it in response to my feelings about my writing journey and what is happening in my life right now. Let me know what you think.

***For the first time ever…I saw a way forward. Documenting my thoughts and feelings gave me distinct insight into my own psyche. had become my very own psychologist and therapist. I had a plan, an image of how to move forward. Being lost and confused was no longer an option now I had clarity and direction. I’d once had a passion for life that escaped when I became serious about life. I’d become weighed down and began carrying the extra weight until I couldn’t fit into my ‘old’ clothes. I learnt how to relax and enjoy life and the weight of worry simply melted away my inner Ice Age.
The clarity is much enjoyed and has already become a healthy comfortable slipper in which to enjoy the process in. The new me is really the old me brought back to life.***

Rather short compared to some of my writings, but I’m not too concerned about this, simply getting my ideas, feelings and thought down onto paper is my priority.

Written By, Dawn Belewski © 2011

A215 Big Red Book Activity 1.4

I wanted to share with you one of the freewriting prompts given on page 28 of the B.R.B and get some feedback on it. Here goes;

**I thought he would never change…In my eyes I thought he’d always be ‘the boy next door’ who grew up a true hero to me and his country. I guess he will always be a hero to the country. It wasn’t his uniform as a Gunner in the army that attracted me to him, I knew him before he signed his life away. We were both innocent and secretly holding a flame for each other. It was what they once told us that led us both to realise that change was inevitable. That saying; “Dreams can come true” had a lot to answer for. Our dreams did come true and it was good whilst it lasted. But war rampaged not only throughout his army career but through my tender and unprotected heart. They say that ‘war changes who you are as a person’ and for us that was certainly the case. It took me four years to realise that I loved a man who the Iraq war had killed and taken from me as ruthlessly as Cupid had given me. I like to think that he will never return to breathe life as he once did by my side. Not because I have no heart, rather the opposite, because my heart that once loved him, that part of him, that part of me, died alongside him as he fought in Iraq before he returned a changed man.
The person he is today is unrecognisable to me and he no longer stirs feelings in my heart. That person is long gone. Just life the person that once loved him with ever breathe in her body. Somewhere in the vast Universe that staged their love for one another, they are free like dust particles, dancing closely together like they once did at New Year before Iraq took root in their life to their funeral song, “I’ve had the time of my life”, like a music box that can be silenced and secret with a closing of the lid. Put away to gather dust and hoped to be forgotten about.  **

© Dawn Belewski, 2011