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Do you work on multiple pieces at once?
I avoid it for the most part, although not for any strategic reason... Although I'm tempted on occasion. I would love to know the stance of others here, their reasons and (for those that work on multiple pieces) experiences.
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@James Blair i seem to remember Beckett wrote Waiting for Godot by writing one page in a notebook then writing the previous page after it, and so on through the whole play. Not sure that would work in a plot-heavy novel though.
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@James Blair absurd idea really!
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Discover the World of Your Minor Characters
Post your work below by the end 17 December for feedback - and give other members feedback too.
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“That’s all from me. Any questions?” A young man with thick-rimmed glasses tentatively raised his hand. “Yes, Tom …” Robbi fumbled with her papers, trying to recall the rest of his name. “…ohisa.” Tomohisa had gained a degree of notoriety among the five “homie” extras by his polite but dogged refusal to let anyone shorten his name to Tom. For the foreigners, this effectively caused the ohisa to detach itself from Tom as though it were a surname. “Here is inside the castle. Right guys?” Without waiting for a response, he jumped up and joined Robbi on the stage. “I think the castle gate must be more forward.” He paced out a repositioning of the fixed gate. “Here. We can now enter through it from behind.” His arms traced a new path onto the stage. “Well, the set is only a figurative representation, Tom-Ohisa,” countered Robbi, whose placatory smile melted away as she suddenly noticed the words The Cambridge Rapist emblazoned across his T-shirt, the faint outline of a classical building below offering little by way of context. Tomohisa remained rooted to the spot, a pair of wide, sullen eyes staring expectantly at her like a hungry pet’s. “But I’ll have a word with the manager later,” she stammered, blinking profusely at the conflicted image before her.
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@Issy McCann thanks. It is confusing and needs working on, I admit. As an aside, I live in Japan and have seen ‘The Cambridge Rapist’ on a T-shirt. I’m convinced some native is having great fun churning out mildly offensive T-shirts like this. In the novel, Tomohisa later explains he thought it referred to a rap singer, as in ‘rappist’.
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First para (although I suppose I have two but one's a preface)
My sister and I are the only two surviving children of nine. (I think it was nine. It may have been one or two more. Or less.) Some of us died shortly after birth. Some lingered a little longer only to be felled by some ague or fever. One (the first Jack who lived before I was born) fell into the Thames from the attic window. Only Beth and I had lasted to an age where adulthood looked likely. I’d been apprenticed to my father. I was destined to become a master printer and inherit his shop on London Bridge. Beth remained unmarried.
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Nice. I presume the story is dated - Black Death? Great Fire?
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One Sentence Summary
When two young Norwegian schoolboys discover a body in a thawing river, a haunting story of long-held family secrets and, ultimately, a type of justice, begins.
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Reads well but I think “type of justice” needs defining. Do you mean the family dishes out its own justice or that the body was part of some payback related to the secrets?
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Intermittent Warlords
Natalya knelt just inside the mouth of the cave, fussing with a piece of chalk. Her calloused hands made slow, sure arcs, carving a circle on the ground. She was a Lorne-viola, which was a nice way of saying she occasionally stuck out; violet skin, onyx hair still up in the large Velcro rollers, eyes like smouldering coals. She still needed to do her makeup. She wore a turquoise jumpsuit that left her back and arms bare. She’d left the house in a rush, half-preparing for a party, half-preparing for a hunt; the work-life balance was still being figured out. She opened the hatch of the little carrier by her side and pulled out a small white rabbit, holding him at eye level. He busily munched away on a piece of lettuce, surveying her with calm disdain. “This is kidnapping, this is,” he said after a while, which Natalya wasn’t quite sure how to engage with.
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Very imaginative. If I had to quibble, I’m wondering why she left the house in a rush if she’s idly drawing circles in a cave.
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@chris-sato-1444
After graduating from Warwick University, a career in publishing awaited, plans which were scuppered by a blind date with a Japanese exchange student.
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