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I decided to organize a weekly creative writing exercise in the office to sharpen the skills of the writing pool. Everyone takes a turn inventing an exercise or a prompt.

The only general rule we've been using is that it should be doable in an hour or so. We've also tried to keep things fun.

Please feel free to share your own exercise efforts by leaving a comment. You can do that at the end of each exercise by clicking on 'Share your own effort'. Enjoy!

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Exercise 5 - Dialogue with self

The exercise instructions were emailed to the participants: 

Do you ever talk to yourself? Have arguments with yourself?

Write a dialogue between yourself and -- yourself!

The two parts don't have to be a "devil" and an "angel," but they do need to disagree.


Incidentally, I had recently written a blog entry in my other site that perfectly fits this exercise so I reposted it here.  I had tried writing something new but ended up not liking it.



Yaddah, yaddah, blah, blah


Two imaginary characters are talking in my head. I don't know their names but for the purpose of recording it here, Orven 1 and Orven 2 will do. This conversation happened during a long enough spell of silence as Ian and I drank beer to celebrate…well, nothing really…except that maybe we had another satisfying band practice session.

Orven 1 - How many songs are we up now?

Orven 2 - Four, yeah, four. Nothing final though, in terms of arrangement.
Monolove's closest to being finished.

Orven 1 - Cool.

Orven 2 - I liked that new one we just jammed. Pretty loser.

Orven 1 - Of course you should. I wrote it.

Orven 2 - Yeah but it was my concept

Orven 1 - Coming up with a title for a song isn't a concept.
At most, it's just a line.

Orven 2 - Yeah right, and you call what you wrote lyrics?
Those were the stupidest lines you wrote, ever.

Orven 1 - Not stupid. Simple. That was very deliberate, mind you.
I'm tired of writing cryptic shit like Violet and Luna Grace.
The real challenge now is restraint. Something that more people
can relate to. That's the real mark of talent, keeping it simple.

Orven 2 - So you're saying your audience don't know better so
you're dumbing down your lines? That's crap

Orven 1 - No. I'm just saying I'm tired of writing cryptic shit.

Orven 2 - The beer's getting warm. Finish that.
And it's getting late. We should be going.

Orven 1 - I'm just tired of writing cryptic shit. That's all it is!

Orven 2 - Finish your beer and let's get going.

Orven 1 - Fine.

We finished a little past midnight I think. Here are the lyrics to the stupid / simple song.


Do you know the way?
Do you know the turns and the side roads?
The turns and the side roads that lead all the way to your heart

People say you're pretty
People say you're pretty much an angel
An angel but dare I say you seem to believe it too much

And all the neighbors think that you're something
To some extent I tend to agree
But if by chance you end up alone well
I think I might take you in for free

You're such a pretty loser
That's why I want to make you mine
A pretty pretty loser
You're so a loser but I don't mind

You want to steal the show
You think you know it all and a lot more
But girl, don't you think you've stretched your drama too far

I can tell you all your dirty secrets
See through all your lies
People scare me, people warn me
People ask me ask me why

Yaddah yaddah yaddah yaddah yaddah
Blah blah blah
Yaddah yaddah yaddah yaddah yaddah
Blah blah blah

Can't you see it's such a complicated task?
To dissect and study the anatomy of what you ask of me

Should you think the issue's academic
(I beg to beg to disagree)
Should you think my thoughts are pornographic
(Oh will you will you marry me)
I hear too many random allegations
(I think I'm being crucified)
I really think I ought to stop…

And sacrifice my social life

Posted at 05:19 pm by bisoy


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