There are many versions of how many basic plots are there - some say 7, whilst others say 6:
Character v. Character refers to a conflict between two or more people, such as classic Protagonist vs. Antagonist.
Character v. Nature is most often seen in natural disaster stories involving storms, earthquakes, being lost in the wilderness and the like.
Character v. Self is characterised by a conflict in which the main character is battling an internal struggle with his/herself.
Character v. Supernatural involves a conflict
between a character and unexplained, supernatural or typically
unbelievable phenomena, like vampires, little green men from Mars,
ghosts and such.
Character v. Society is much what it sounds
like – the protagonist is at odds or at war with the rest of society.
People often include Character v. Machine, which is a conflict between a
protagonist and a mechanical threat, into this same category.
Character v. Destiny is a theme in which a character struggles to change their destiny and not become a victim of their own predetermined fate.
For more watch the video
Which cateogory does your latest story fall into? Or have you discovered a new one?
Rob.
This is the blog site for the Torrevieja Writers' Circle - a group of people meeting weekly to read, discuss and share their work of fiction, non-fiction, poetry and all genres of writing.
Saturday, 28 January 2012
Wednesday,
25 January 2012.
Strange
things happened this morning. There was advance notice that writing would be
required of all combatants. That is, to write where you are with no hiding in
your usual dark corner. Previously, whenever a ‘hot pen’ was mentioned some
ladies dived into their voluminous handbags and a couple of ‘Alpha’ males hid
under the table. This time the opposite happened for we had a large number of
souls in attendance with everyone writing. Wow! What a result.
Improvisation
was the key word with a blank page on which to perform. Ian encouraged us all
with merely ‘pick up your pen and start writing’. Then ten minutes later came,
‘time up’.
Topics or
slants on the theme ranged from serious to sad, hilarious to humorous, ranting
to religious or bits that could be contained in a short story. Laughter
followed some of the readings with other items encouraging personal thoughts.
You can take from each what you will.
Ian, led
by example, with a previously prepared article entitled ‘cheat’ which was very
appropriate. He talked about handwriting, stumbling over illegibility and
flitting minds. I wonder, what did he really mean?
I could
be here most of the week if I included everything that people had read, so I
decided that I would pick out some salient points. These would of course
include Heinke’s performance that was delivered in her usual fun way. TJ went
on about that ‘he could not find Willie’. After, these two, I was certainly
discombobulated but I still remember bits and pieces (although ‘I was not glad
all over’). I made a note of a lady in bookshop wearing second hand clothes,
then somebody made a contribution which was ‘off the wall’ about internet
connections and farting in the bath.
At least
three had the audacity to write in rhyme. How dare they! Bloody well done for I am not biased- am I?
Some idiot ranted about large families living on the state and even had the
cheek to question the parentage of civil servants. Please, no more of that I
told myself.
We had
some personal references with Jayne’s ‘life saver’ after a sad moment to Judy’s
decision whether to sign on the dotted line or not. Whatever she decided, it
would be life changing too. Well done for sharing something as sensitive as
these two issues.
Then John
Mac dived in with something very personal. The only notes I seem to have,
relate to a fat, Spanish gay doctor and someone being prostrate for a prostate
examination. There must have been a connection there-somewhere.
We had
other comments such as ‘democracy, how can you vote when you have a choice’,
items hidden in knickers and bras, (small items only), the need to shoot
someone, philosophy, swimming against the tide, an unexpected twin arriving
second and being brought up in ‘The Blitz’, a ‘gazunder’, retiring in to one’s
shell and ‘hanging onto a triangle with almond blossom. Visualise, if you must.
Heather
decided to read her Limericks and I have attached them. I think that they are
always fun to do. Here they are.
My grandparents now live in Spain
They went there to escape from the
rain
It's true what you hear
That for most of the year
There are blue skies again and
again.
The houses are different but fun
They have shutters to keep out the
sun
The ceiling fans spin
And make quite a din
And tiled floors are so hard on the
bum.
It's incredibly warm in the sea
So clear you see down past your knee
Tiny fishes swim round
Your feet in the sand
And you know this is the place to
be.
In summer it's too hot to think
Deep down in the pool you must sink
Or the sun on your head
Might send you to bed
And turn you hair parting to pink.
After a
short break we had five minutes to write on ‘SILENCE’. There was no problem
there.
Someone tried to put a preamble in before he read his piece
and was ordered to be – Silent. Just do as you are told. The topics ranged from
a third son having to go into the church (not just to visit either), inane
chatter, snakes and throttling, monkeys in the mind, white noise and Rob did a
piece with dialogue in it and something to do with a Juke Box. We ended up with
a mention of ‘Armistice’ and someone had a fish like pen and said that the Gods
were not to be blamed.
A final
note includes more of these exercises. A reminder for the theme for next week
and that asks you about what you have been reading and to write a book review.
Please, remember another OPEN MIC night is looming and it is on Tuesday 7th
February. Thank you.
John
Edwards 25th January, 2012
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
BOOK REVIEWS
Next weeks TWC theme is Book Reviews - unfortunately I cannot make the meeting as I would love to hear your reviews. I publish mine here
If you would also like to publish yours there are other sites where you can post them online or open a Shelfari account. It is straightforward and they never send out spam emails or bother you with unwanted stuff.
I also find it a great way of keeping track of what I have read and of course a great source of reviews before purchasing a book.
Rob.
If you would also like to publish yours there are other sites where you can post them online or open a Shelfari account. It is straightforward and they never send out spam emails or bother you with unwanted stuff.
I also find it a great way of keeping track of what I have read and of course a great source of reviews before purchasing a book.
Rob.
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
outings of one sort or another
18th January.
This week’s topic was
The Outing, with several different takes on the theme. Alan started off with
his thoughts on the TWC outing to Almansa.
It was a cold day and he had to buy a scarf. The rest of the day mostly
involved brandy and coffee. He didn’t go to see
the cave house because of the ‘mountain’ that had to
be climbed before you got there, which according to others who went was a small
mound.
John’s story was
called ‘the
return.’ The first words were ‘I was in a pub.’ I think I see a recurring feature here. He saw the scruffiest bugger he had seen for
a long time, who he realised was a man whose nickname when he was younger was
Cretin. The story involved a
tonsillectomy performed by ramming tongues in the mouth (that is a medical procedure
I have not come across before), a man and his wife who both turned out to be
gay (that was the outing). He gave good
descriptions of the characters and received many comments. You can always tell if we like a piece of
writing because we give lots of comment.
Rosemary’s tale was about
preparing for an outing. It was a
continuation of her crime novel. Reg
entered the story with his moustache and hair dyed auburn. He ate a scone and cream oozed from his mouth
into his moustache (not a good look) Very good characterization of Reg as a
grotesque creature, but we don’t know what Caroline looks like.
Avril’s piece took place in
Australia 4 years ago. A circus owner
died and two of his workers took on some of the animals rather than see them
die. Fred is taking the elephant to a children’s party and Laura has to meet
him dressed only in a bikini (don’t ask!) The police arrived and Laura explained
she was waiting for an elephant on a truck (as you do) They told her to take
more water with it the next time.’ Their first outing with the elephant was a
disaster.’ Comments were that it sounded
a bit as if the elephant was wearing the bikini. I don’t think I would have
admitted to being related to the bikini-clad woman Avril. Hilarious as usual.
Jenny’s story started ‘Stop
pulling your knickers up.’ What on earth
was to follow! George had won a painting competition and he was taken with his
mates from the old folks home to receive his prize. Just before they left one
of the motley crew he came with said ’you have missed 34, you are supposed to
paint over all the numbers.’ Brilliant,
very descriptive and effectively read by
Jenny in different voices.
Mery’s short poem was about
romance in France. An arresting story.
Chris had a tale about the outing
of a 13 year old boy who realised he was gay and was being bullied by the other boys
at school about it. If he picked a fight
with Jack perhaps the boys would leave him alone, but the look they had
exchanged would be lost forever. Very
sad and well written.
John wrote about a holiday in
Canada. His wife had won a free trip
with Avon and he joined her there. He
messed up because he thought he could book flights at the last minute back to
the UK. In the end he had to pay a lot
of money for the tickets. He never told his wife and she remained impressed by
him (believe me she would have found out about the cost, wives have ways of
finding out these things) The
description of the scenery was excellent.
He came across a Red Indian with a nose so hooked he could have caught
fish. Very entertaining as usual.
Michael told us a sad story about
a parting , ‘She is still in my heart, she is with another man now. He has got my Peugeot 306, I changed it for a
307.’ Very funny. Typical of a man
Gerry told us his story about
mistaken identity would be coming out in May in an anthology about National
Service.
The piece he read out was part of
a crime story. A man going to work early
in the morning saw a hobo on the road.
He called to him ‘hey feller, get yourself up, you could get killed.’ The hobo was dead with terrible injuries
which we don’t know about yet. He
received useful comments about the hobo’s clothing and the way he was
lying.
Brenda continued her story about
Lottie who had been sent to an orphanage.
She was put to work in the sewing room.
We met Miss Parker who would prove to be a big problem for Lottie. She received good comments as usual, which
showed we like the tale and can’t wait to read it in print. She was advised to change the story because
the group didn’t think that Lottie would be given any choice where she worked
or what kind of room she would have in the home.
Douglas also wrote on the
theme. The staff of an office went for a
day away. It gave the directors a chance
to mix with the staff. There was a big
row between Harvey and Beaumont and one of them ended up dead in the lake
following a canoe race. I think
paintballing would have been safer. There wasn’t just one outing but three
(sorry I didn’t get it)
Cynthia, that’s me, read a short
poem about the outing of a gay man. And I thought I would be the only one to
think of that kind of outing!
There were two new words introduced
into the English language, acrobatting and redcarpetly
Next week there is a hot pen with
a difference!
Cynthia
Thursday, 12 January 2012
11th January 2012
Next week it is ´The Outing´to write to with a
workshop the following week. It was all inspirational. Keep at it. Don´t forget
The Open Mic on 7th February.
John Edwards
This grey morning saw a good turnout, who braved
the chill in the air, aches, pains, coughs and sniffles. We heard some great
stuff and what a mixture it was.
Ian returned to the chair after a short
absence, and mentioned articles and competitions that he had found in Writers
Magazine. He requested that the one and only copy be returned swiftly so that
others can look at it. There is a special offer advertised to new subscribers
for £9.99 for a three month trial. It is a thought!
Mary Norris read a piece left over from
last week on the theme of ´wish I had
said no´. No prizes for the way this one went, for a bit of good humour
with a mention of sex always works. Some of us were too dignified to say
anything of course but others were less shy. She then carried on with the theme
for this week- after Christmas. Both
reads were fun and an entertaining way to start the morning.
Cynthia gave us her take on the theme. It
was really all about basics-booze, inebriation and positioning. She recounted
how she had become ´trapped in a toilet´, in the dark. It was the gents of
course and she did find a man with his hands full. What a surprise for both.
She ended with that well known line of ´two
old ladies locked in a lavatory´. It raised quire a laugh.
Douglas changed the tone completely with
how a very tired Santa returned to his year long grotto but his wonderful Elf
helpers discovered two undelivered presents for children in New Zealand-it
would have to be that far. Two elves solved it easily by flying the wrong way
around the world and pushing back the clock for two kids in NZ who did get
their pressies smack on time. (Has Dr Who ever done that?) What an enjoyable
tale, unsullied by smut.
Michael came up trumps yet again with a
poem entitled ´the house is quiet now´ that
we all enjoyed and the praise, was accompanied with applause. Now, tell me
again that you can´t write poetry. Once in the blood it may stay for some time.
Keep at it.
Ro read from a piece from her crime novel
which could have stood alone as a short story. She prefaced her beginning with ´Shall I give up or what?´ Meaning is it
rubbish or shall I carry on with it. The
answer was yes-keep bloody writing. Paraphrasing, it was about an intimate
fading relationship with the two of them sitting in a restaurant having a too
loud a conversation. Who listens to other peoples conversations anyway? Other
tables did.
Comments
included- dialogue very good-stimulated comment-generally there was supportive
feedback but Ian said that some actions needed looking at in her description of
events.
For the next 15 minutes we were entertained
by John McGregor´s film script, based on his adventures in the RAF and you can
read all about it in his book. He included a lot of direction as to what scene
was being filmed and he was aided in the dialogue by Ro, Phil and Michael. It
was amusing with loadsa references to booze and sex. Lots of showing as well as
some telling. He ended by saying that ´he
had never been to bed with an ugly woman but had woken up next to a few´ I´m
all in favour of letting people smile and be happy.
SCI-FI came next with Brenda reading her
story on amazing krill and how they were there to save the world after all the
abuse us humans had dished out. She talked about deep sea divers, dreams,
hallucinations and the power to do good. It stimulated much feedback and a
general discussion took place. Some people thought that the ending was not
clear but Phil felt that it was up to individuals to form their own. It was
said that the moral of the story was ´no
waste, no more wars´. What are you
going to do with this Brenda?
After a short break and casual verbal
interactions we resumed with Phil on his miserable view of Christmas. You named
it, he slagged it off, put his verbal boot into adverts, fast food and anything
that he could think of. I won´t mention any names but he articulated a few. I
agree with him. We don´t need rubbish fast food for we can cook. We await the
invite!
Clever with words, as always and he got a
deserving round of applause.
He ended by talking about crapulent and he then threw in discombobulation, for good measure. I
was already confused, anyway.
We then heard from the female end of the
room who all wrote on the theme. Chris claimed that she could not be that
erudite but however had a good stab at it with her version of the misery of the
season. She exclaimed ´bugger it all´ and Úp yours to the all of
December´.
Ann followed that and talked about dropping
dresses, rolls of fat and big bums-all in rhyme.
Mary stayed with the plot and the female
take on it and brought more laughter into the room
Mery, not to be outdone gave a rhyming
verse or two with ´Happy New Year´
The depression was lifted by Jenny who gave
us a glimpse of delicate love and affection with an ´adonis-esque´ type. This
built up to her punch line of ´so, what
did you say your name was’. Great timing and hoots of laughter.
Ann stayed on that bloody festive theme
with bah humbug and Jane really cheered us up with insults from a guest that
she has entertained for years on Christmas Day. Unnecessary and extremely
upsetting for her and there was empathy in abundance. There are so many nasty people
around. However, I think that she was amply rewarded afterwards!
Comment:-
Phil liked it and the ending left us with something to guess about. Michael
encouraged her to expand it. Anyway, I liked it.
Heather carried on from last week about a
seasonal party with national differences being thrown into the mix. Great
humour and it sounded good. Clearly things did not go to plan and she gave us a
couple of lines from ´I will survive´ Then another caller came about the noise where Heather Wished her a Happy New Year which was
followed by that endearing phrase ánd sod
off´. Clearly good fun loving neighbours are hard to come by!
Rob followed that with short piece of Happy
New Year and I followed that with Elizabeth Bishop´s poem Ínsomnia´. A touch of
class is always special.
John Edwards
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
4th January 2012
Two things from last week’s blog. Blogger apologises for not identifying the
two Jerry’s, Please let me have your surnames and I will try and remember in
future. The website about wordcount was
not wordcount.com, but www.wordcounter.com
– thank you Rob.
John Edwards kicked
us off. He circulated copies of his
poem entitled ‘Eleven’ a war poem.
Alan read a piece
about a holiday spent in Gambia in 1988. Airport official welcome was
basic. The people were friendly. Lots of excursions on the river and overland. Alan described the cultural shocks of
circumcision and living conditions. His
favourite part was escaping from the headmasters lecture and visiting the
children to distribute the little learning gifts he had taken for them. It wasn’t all travel and visiting. The New Year celebrations brought a Scottish
theme and the New Year was piped in and ended with a brandy nightcap
Rosemary Told us
that she writes a monthly blog of events and activities that have taken place
in her life then sends this to family and friends. She uses it as a writing exercise and asked
the group if it could be improved. It
sounded all singing and dancing to me, except when she overstayed her welcome
to watch her favourite T.V. programme.
Rosemary moulded the piece to fit the theme this week ‘I wish I had said’.
Comments – were varied,
some thought that if it was a retelling of events then it was OK, but that
personal information and making out that life is wonderful may not be received
well by those being sent the information.
There seemed to be optimists and pessimists amongst us who had different
views. After all we don’t write much to
people these days and it’s good to keep communicating, it may be emailed
instead of being posted, but how good is it to receive a letter from someone. No crowing and not too long though!
Avril Read an
account of her experience of returning to hospital after a gall bladder
operation. It was an hilarious account
of a real situation when she overheard a conversation between a doctor and patient. We must remember when asked any questions at
the hospital to say ‘I was unconscious’ and refuse to give your name – Why? Because they already have it written down.
Darren was expanding
on his previous reading of the novel he has started writing. He was attempting conversation in this piece
and asked for us to comment. The conversation
was taking place in a pub and one character evolved who will be a very interesting
revolutionary perhaps.
Comments - Everyone enjoyed the section read, but suggested
there might be a break between the conversation in some way as there was a lot
of material to take in.
Brenda – Brenda read
a futuristic piece set in 2079. Earth’s
death and destruction by man until Marine biologists discover krill developing
a survival mechanism, perhaps,
Comments – Look
carefully at whose point of view is being put forward, timeframe and how
realistically life is depicted when the earth is being destroyed. We’re looking forward to next week’s instalment
Brenda.
Phil – read a
piece called ‘The Oriental Rope Trick’ An
evocative account of looking at the items in a father’s shed and the
memories recalled by the ‘wood handled awl’ and other items.
Heather – wrote on
the theme ‘I wish I had said’ about socially circulating at a Christmas
party. Some very practical observations
and good descriptions of character and events.
Comments – Thoroughly
enjoyable and a hint of Victoria Wood.
Douglas – wrote on
the theme, but the physical ability to write and what it means to people. He
suggests at the end that when he’s unable to write ‘shoot me’. I don’t think so Douglas, what a loss to the
group of writers.
Next week the theme is ‘After Xmas’
Margaret Rowland
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
Stuff about grammar
Descriptive grammar (definition #1) refers to the structure of a language as it is actually used by speakers and writers. Prescriptive grammar (definition #2) refers to the structure of a language as certain people think it should be used.
Both kinds of grammar are concerned with rules--but in different ways. Specialists in descriptive grammar (called linguists) study the rules or patterns that underlie our use of words, phrases, clauses, and sentences. On the other hand, prescriptive grammarians (such as most editors and teachers) lay out rules about what they believe to be the “correct” or “incorrect” use of language.
The above is on About.com's page on grammar, summing up what I was talking about in our discussion. I used to be very much the latter, but have lightened up a bit now! Maureen
Sunday, 1 January 2012
December 28th 2011
Rosemary started us off with her article for the village news sheet. She writes for the Richford local parish news, as though she is still a resident of that village, even though she spends most of her time in Spain. This month, village life revolves around the local church and pub with reference to the local flora and fauna, mainly calendula a healing herb that can be eaten which led Rosemary on to dieting for the village. Dieting, only if absolutely necessary.
Gerry commented on the use of the word ‘kids’ instead of children. Many apologies for not remembering where this idea came from. Gerry was going to read us a poem. Instead we all raced headlong into an analysis of the use of the English language. I can’t believe it was anything to do with this week’s theme being “Hot Pen”. However, let’s not detract from the deep and meaningful discussion we had about the use of the English language, the bastardisation of meaning, understanding and pronunciation by children, adults, ethnic groups and geographical areas.
We covered the whole spectrum and as always we all had our
opinions on this. Maureen brought the conversation
to a conclusion by mentioning prescriptive and descriptive elements of the
language. That which is written in a
grammatically correct format and that which describes events characters
situations to arouse some interest and possible entertainment. An overall
agreement of the point of language is to communicate was finally raised by
Chris and agreed by all. If you want
details you should have attended! I was
far too riveted and eager to participate in the excellent discussion rather
than take copious notes so there!
Gerry saved the day by reading us his poem. He did try delaying tactics, but we were having none of it and just told him to get on with it. Fortunately he did and it was well worth the wait. It was about Guernica and how the Basques helped repatriate the UK military. A soldier’s remembrance of his experience and his return to the land where he first felt safe. It was agreed that it was a very moving poem.
Michael also read a
piece of prose that he hopes to expand into a fantasy story for kids (oops
sorry Children) called “The Shed” The
short piece involved a bum burning lavatory seat, a self driving car and
eventually a Special Hut for Experimental Design or
SHED to you and me. The main character,
inventor/designer is able to have conversations with the ‘Shed’ we were all
intrigued.
Comments – develop
a younger character who would appeal to children. He or she could have all sorts of adventures.
All agreed it could be really appealing to young people. We look forward to hearing more.
Margaret – read a
section from one of the crime stories she’s involved in writing with other co-writers
from Wordplay. The New York policeman and his sidekick work together to solve
the murder. She asked for comments about
the story, as she has to develop the characters over three stories and this was
the second murder to be solved. A woman
has been strangled and the policeman and his sidekick arrive at the scene.
Comments –
repetition of words. Time of day and
time of year needs to be established.
Consider if the first section needs to be there. Make sure there’s something to hook the
reader in. Your comments were very well
received. Thank you.
John Edwards mentioned a website www.wordcount.com which will pick up repetitive words and other
minor errors in a manuscript. Thanks
John.
Chris – read an
elevated verse ‘Ode to the Spud’ delivered beautifully and appreciated by the
Greek Chorus.
Avril – read
another short section of her tour around London articles.
Because Michael has attempted to write poetry for the first
time and it turned out so well. I have
included it on the blog. I have heard
three poems about war read at TWC meeting, Michael’s, Gerry Wright and John
Edwards. Perhaps they would agree to put their war poems on the blog too.
Margaret Rowland
I hear you call my name
by
Michael White
Tommy, Tommy; I hear
you call my name
Play up, play up you
yell
Play up and play the
game
And how I tried my
love
As I heard you call
my name
Harry, Harry; I hear
you shout my name
One more push, just
one more
And we will win the
fame
And how I tried my
love
As I heard you shout
my name
Billy, Billy; I hear
you cry my name
This one we have to
win
We must not lose for
shame
And how I tried my
love
As I heard you cry my
name
Johnny, Johnny; I
hear you scream my name
For I am everyman who
went to war
On whom death staked
a claim
And as I died my love
Did you hear me
scream your name?
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