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Writing Exercise number 7

B1

I was challenged by members of a old writing group I was part of, to write something about solitude.

This is what I came up with:

Some people see solitude as something to be feared or ridiculed. As if you need to be with someone else for things to be enjoyable.

I’ve found that the opposite can be true, that having to accomodate somebody else’s needs to detract from my enjoyment. I like the freedom of just deciding to go somewhere and not having to worry that my companions will not want to do certain things.

For example my recent solo trip to Castleton and Barbon, inspired by my need to research the area further for my work in progress, might never have taken place if I was too nervous about being on my own.

I would have missed out on the peaceful scenery of Barbon Fell, the burbling river running alongside Barbon Manor’s land. The sight of Barbon Church’s bricks rising up against a periwinkle sky.

I don’t like the idea of missing out on things, waiting for others to agree to come and see things that I find interesting.

Maybe it’s a offshoot of being the odd one out in my family when I was growing up. My siblings are both sporty extroverts fond of socialising with people of their own age, gathering solid networks of friends to them, during high school, some of which remain to this day.

I was the nervous, introverted writer content to spend hours in my own company, creating fictional worlds that seemed far more pleasant than the one that I inhabited.

 

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hgolightly1982

I'm a thirty something woman who lives in the north of England. I have been a writer for as long as I can remember, creating stories both written and verbal since childhood. While studying at Edge Hill College, I got several poems published by a small publisher in the USA, and in Europe. I have been part of several writing groups, and done quite a few courses in a attempt to hone my writing skills further. I love reading different genres of fiction, knowing that the best way to develop my own writing, and my vocabulary is by exposing myself to the different ways that other people choose to describe things. The most recent writing course that I've been part of, run by a published author, included a exercise in which we were challenged to read things that we would never usually even look at. It inspired me to take up a challenge. Namely to attempt to read at least one book by every author which is stocked in my local library. I soon realised that I was being far too ambitious, especially given the fact that every library rotates their stock too often for me to keep track. I've decided to instead attempt to read a book every day, starting with a author whose surname begins with A, and ending with a author whose surname begins with Z. It doesn't matter what the topic of the book is, or if it's fiction or non fiction, everything is useful for me at the minute.

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