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What have been the most rewarding exercises you've used? They can be from high school or college classes, on-line seminars, or just stuff you made up.
One that taught me more about writing than any other single assignment occurred in college. Our professor told us to write a two- to three-thousand word story involving a crime. The main character had to be a man named John, and John had to have a pet.
When we were done, we were told to rewrite the story from the pet's point of view.
Easy enough. Most of the class had used a dog or a cat as the pet, and our rewritten stories involved much yapping and yowling and panting, along with a good bit of nonchalant licking. One poor sod, though, had written John's pet as a goldfish.
While our dogs and cats were sniffing out evidence and secretly tracking down the real killers/thieves/jaywalkers, the guy with the goldfish turned his story into nothing less than pure dark-comedy gold.
I can't post the story because I didn't write it (and I don't have a copy of it anyway), but let me tell you--that was one funny fish. The fish's commentary on human nature was wry and dismissive and frequently little more than blowing a bubble, but the timing was spot-on perfect.
What that taught me is that whenever you write yourself into a corner--who could tell a decent story about a goldfish?--you can write yourself out of it again. I don't remember a third of what I wrote all those many years ago, but I remember that guy's fish.
One that taught me more about writing than any other single assignment occurred in college. Our professor told us to write a two- to three-thousand word story involving a crime. The main character had to be a man named John, and John had to have a pet.
When we were done, we were told to rewrite the story from the pet's point of view.
Easy enough. Most of the class had used a dog or a cat as the pet, and our rewritten stories involved much yapping and yowling and panting, along with a good bit of nonchalant licking. One poor sod, though, had written John's pet as a goldfish.
While our dogs and cats were sniffing out evidence and secretly tracking down the real killers/thieves/jaywalkers, the guy with the goldfish turned his story into nothing less than pure dark-comedy gold.
I can't post the story because I didn't write it (and I don't have a copy of it anyway), but let me tell you--that was one funny fish. The fish's commentary on human nature was wry and dismissive and frequently little more than blowing a bubble, but the timing was spot-on perfect.
What that taught me is that whenever you write yourself into a corner--who could tell a decent story about a goldfish?--you can write yourself out of it again. I don't remember a third of what I wrote all those many years ago, but I remember that guy's fish.