Monday, September 29, 2025

Writing - Stolen Sentences

 Stealing sentences is not an effort at defrauding fellow writers of their intellectual property. It is a prompt to help writers create. There are lots of different ways of carrying out this type of exercise, and it is a useful idea when you are between articles, poems, or books. It also supports a bit of advice given to me when I first began writing almost twenty years. That was to write, doesn't matter what, just keep practising. 



In fact, I have seen two versions of this exercise on 'tinterweb'. The first is a teaching aid.

Make a pile of strips of paper and coloured markers readily available. As you read stories aloud, encourage students to note sentences that ‘speak to them’. When a sentence resonates with a student he/she asks the teacher to stop, takes a strip of paper and a marker and writes down the sentence. This sentence is then attached to a noticeboard. During writing activities, students are encouraged to use these sentences, parts of the sentences or a modification of the sentences in their own writing. 

The second is less prescriptive in that it involves picking a sentence from something you are reading and using it to create a paragraph. So much more of a random practice tool for an individual writer. It involves taking a sentence from something that you are reading and building a paragraph around that sentence.

For example, 

I started writing this morning as usual, as part of a plan to write 1000 words a day and so produce a novel within six months. Having completed my first paragraph, a group of content related sentences, I realised that there was something wrong. I re-read the paragraph. Then I read it again. Initially, the paragraph seemed fine, but it wasn't balanced. Editing my work was never my favourite exercise but I persevered and read the paragraph aloud. This practice tends to pick out glaring mistakes. After that final effort, I realised there was a stolen sentence. However, I was working alone, so how had that happened? 

Have a go, but whatever, keep writing. 

God Bless 




Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Poetry Thursday 111 - Nee Sleep

 Creativity arrives when it comes. Inspiration is no respecter of clocks. I woke in the dark the other morning with Frank Sinatra singing 'Set'em up Joe'. It dictated the rhythm for this week's effort. 



 Nee Sleep  

 

It’s a quarter to three,  

there's nee body here ‘cept Ginny and me,  

divint set them up though,  

it won’t help me sleep,  

and I should know.  


 

Eyes wide open or tight shut,  

it meks nee difference but,  

there might be a story for you to know,  

emerging from the dark uncut,  

ready to nourish creative flow.  


 

Anticipation then when the lights gan out,  

but falling asleep creating doubt,  

until the hint of a luminescent glow,  

confirms the awakened indisputable shout,  

of a novel opportunity for me to crow. 

 

 

So I’ve got the routine,  

nee nickel needed, nee machine,  

just the usual creative mode,  

waking and sleeping, the space between, 

another journey along a fanciful road.  

©David L Atkinson September 2025  


God Bless



Monday, September 22, 2025

Writing - Creative buzz

 Irrespective of the way your creativity takes form, there is an indisputable reaction when you have finally completed a piece. I recall finishing my first novel and seeing it in print; there was a definite buzz. 

As a corollary, I am advertising my 5th novel as I've had to do a reprint because of a request for a copy so it is now available on Amazon. 

Just go to amazon.co.uk and search under 'david l atkinson'. 




Blurb

The story is a speculative journey into a possible future that may lie ahead of us all. There is evidence that such a future may not be impossible. We have been warned that unless we increase the ability to produce electricity there could be power cuts in the next ten years. Our modern day lives are permeated through with the need for electricity and its production. Although Cessation could be categorised as a dystopian story I find that rather a negative word and the purpose of writing the tale is to allow elements of hope in a seemingly desperate situation. The story begins in 2023 a couple of years after the lights go out for the last time. Our group of survivors are thrown together on a farm in the low Pennines north of the M62 motorway and within striking distance of a number of northern towns which could prove useful for supplies. Initially the group is small and live on a farm called Serendipity but as time passes the size of the group waxes and wanes for a variety of reasons.


Trump World 

The type of art that you produce will control the frequency and number of times you feel this 'buzz'. With my novels, I almost feel that they are like extensions of my family, like children. In the case of my sketching, which I do for fun rather than any other reason, it depends on why I've produced the sketch.

The sketch above was a cartoon I produced just after Trump was elected. It resembles Terry Pratchett's Discworld. The elephants represent 4 billionaires, on their backs is the flat earth with the Gulf of Mexico; and, in the howdah, Trump as a clownfish. The cartoon is as I imagined it, and I was pleased with the outcome. 

Keep creating, folks. 

God Bless 




Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Poetry Thursday 110 - Moods

 I enjoy writing and particularly producing poetry. It is a medium that allows for an immediate response and analysis of situations. I haven't decided whether or not I like this piece! That may seem strange because I have the power of veto and have spent a great deal of time considering the piece. It fits for me. 



Moods  

 

Stay with us, 

Stay with us 

Open your eyes,  

feel the mood in the country that flies, 

do the people feel happy. 


 

Stay with us,  

Stay with us 

Open your eyes,  

do we need to change the mood that flies,  

 or should we just wait till it passes.  

 

Stay with us,  

Stay with us,  

Open your eyes,  

is it too late with the mood that flies,  

will it hurt me and my children?  

 

Stay with us,  

Stay with us,  

Open your eyes,  

we didn’t worry about the mood that flies,  

good people just did nothing.  

©David L Atkinson September 2025 





God Bless



Poetry Thursday 112 - All Wrong

  I listened to a Spike Milligan interview the other day, and he summed up his career by stating that the jokes became crazy, and the audien...