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Stories, Squamous and Lovecraftian. Contraptions, Joyful and Jerry rigged.
I wrote the first part of a story last night, it
isn't something I have really done ever without being
coerced. I wonder how annoying I was to teach English
to in retrospect? It may not have been immediate, or
in fact anything to do with them at all, but I sat
down an wrote a story for my own pleasure. It was
Lovecraft-ian in nature and probably not very good
but I find my self pleased beyond measure that I
actually did it.
I large part of it is down to what we are trying to do in improv at the moment, and the switch of our focus into story telling and long form. It occurred to me that I had never tried to tell a story. I approached it from a fairly improvised standpoint, thinking of a first line and a style, and taking it form there. I would be lying if I said I didn't find it a challenge, there are so many things to think about and I found myself wanting to go back and edit what I had done. This is probably down to the fact that normally this option isn't open to me when I'm telling stories up on stage. It has certainly made me think about a number of things which I need to work on.
I large part of it is down to what we are trying to do in improv at the moment, and the switch of our focus into story telling and long form. It occurred to me that I had never tried to tell a story. I approached it from a fairly improvised standpoint, thinking of a first line and a style, and taking it form there. I would be lying if I said I didn't find it a challenge, there are so many things to think about and I found myself wanting to go back and edit what I had done. This is probably down to the fact that normally this option isn't open to me when I'm telling stories up on stage. It has certainly made me think about a number of things which I need to work on.
- I found that I wrote about the relationships and environment that my characters had, but beyond that we knew far to little of the character to care about them.
- I lack the confidence to build the scene, this is a hangover from too much short-form, the pace was far higher than the average Lovecraft stories and suffers for it.
- I need to finish the story before I edit it, forcing myself to just write certainly helped.
Fe Fi Fo Fum!
I am a GIANT and I live in the sky.
By giant I mean hobbit and by live in the sky I mean I have bought a loft bed. I'm very happy with my purchase. Now normally this isn't something that I would have considered but I thought it would be prudent to move into a cheap rental property. So I'm living somewhere cheap and as such my room is tiny.
Specifically it is 2.6 x 2.9m or 7.92 sq.m.
Now that is not a lot of space, the standard double bed takes up 1.4 x 2 = 2.8 sq. m. The door takes up a further square meter. Desk, 1 sq.m. bookcases, chest of draws, wardrobe, not having stuff in front of the window, chair for the desk etc.
It was going to be a squeeze and completely untenable. I basically resigned my self to not having a desk or bookcases. This was until I happened upon the Tromso loft bed when searching for a bed base (It came with a mattress on the floor). Its an absolute revelation, it is like equivalent of someone say "here, let me make your room a third bigger, would you like that?". I now have room for all the things I want from a room, a big desk, bookcases, a double bed and some box storage. There is very little else I actually need. It only cost me £129 and I think it has made my room the equivalent of one that would cost me £40 or more extra. That isn't to be sniffed at.
I can't say that everything is perfect, I'm still a little paranoid about it collapsing and killing me. Rationally I know it won't, but those little creaking noises take on new meaning 1.6 meters in the air. Especially when you built it yourself (with some help from me Dad - thanks Dad!). Additionally I'm 28, it seems a little weird having a bunk bed. Finally my friend Katy pointed out "You'll never entice a lady back if she knows you have a bunk bed". Lucky this isn't on the cards right now, if I meet someone great, but I'm not really looking. Since I don't get trollied and pull randoms, I think I'm safe.
Helping all of this out is the fact that living in someone's spare room for 2 months really forces you to be a lot tidier and I'm finding it much easier to not collect pointless crap. Being tidier is certainly helping and I find myself not buying things because I need the space more than I need the item.
All good, all the time.
Tim x
By giant I mean hobbit and by live in the sky I mean I have bought a loft bed. I'm very happy with my purchase. Now normally this isn't something that I would have considered but I thought it would be prudent to move into a cheap rental property. So I'm living somewhere cheap and as such my room is tiny.
Specifically it is 2.6 x 2.9m or 7.92 sq.m.
Now that is not a lot of space, the standard double bed takes up 1.4 x 2 = 2.8 sq. m. The door takes up a further square meter. Desk, 1 sq.m. bookcases, chest of draws, wardrobe, not having stuff in front of the window, chair for the desk etc.
It was going to be a squeeze and completely untenable. I basically resigned my self to not having a desk or bookcases. This was until I happened upon the Tromso loft bed when searching for a bed base (It came with a mattress on the floor). Its an absolute revelation, it is like equivalent of someone say "here, let me make your room a third bigger, would you like that?". I now have room for all the things I want from a room, a big desk, bookcases, a double bed and some box storage. There is very little else I actually need. It only cost me £129 and I think it has made my room the equivalent of one that would cost me £40 or more extra. That isn't to be sniffed at.
I can't say that everything is perfect, I'm still a little paranoid about it collapsing and killing me. Rationally I know it won't, but those little creaking noises take on new meaning 1.6 meters in the air. Especially when you built it yourself (with some help from me Dad - thanks Dad!). Additionally I'm 28, it seems a little weird having a bunk bed. Finally my friend Katy pointed out "You'll never entice a lady back if she knows you have a bunk bed". Lucky this isn't on the cards right now, if I meet someone great, but I'm not really looking. Since I don't get trollied and pull randoms, I think I'm safe.
Helping all of this out is the fact that living in someone's spare room for 2 months really forces you to be a lot tidier and I'm finding it much easier to not collect pointless crap. Being tidier is certainly helping and I find myself not buying things because I need the space more than I need the item.
All good, all the time.
Tim x