Aug. 27, 2008

Writing Workshop: Lesson 6

Here is my "really cool very awesome fabulous" ship:


Given the very limited amount of detail, I'd say it's probably a ship in the fog... :-)

A Tour of My Bedroom

     The room looks precisely as it did when I pulled myself out of bed this morning--from the wadded blankets on my lower bunk, to the clothes hanging haphazardly from the stair-stepped dresser drawers.  Watch your feet--I wouldn't want you tripping on those Justin ropers!  My desk, at least, is in some sort of order: the books are stacked neatly on the shelves, general categories on the left and an impressive collection of Civil War reading on the right.  The same can hardly be said of my sister's desk, sitting caddy-corner across the room.  The closet ought to stay closed, but from my seat at the computer I can see the clothes strewn across the floor and shoes piled against the wall.  There is one small consolation, though: from my desk, I can always take a glance at the Prince Caspian movie poster on the back of the door!

More "Dead" Words:

Large, tired, scared, small, little, angry...

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Aug. 27, 2008 - Lesson 6

Posted by skmarlow
I can really "see" your room, which of course is the purpose of this assignment. I like your word choice "wadded up" as well as "stair-stepped dresser drawers" and "caddy corner." These are specific (not general dead) words which paint a picture in my head. Adding that one word "lower" to bunk beds zeroed in your location also. Nice touch with the Prince Caspian poster at the end. :-)

Now, try and transfer this important lesson on dead words and taking snapshots to your story writing. When you do, not only will your characters "jump" off the pages, but readers will be sucked into a vibrant world that you have painted for them with words.
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