Objectwriting.com is your resource for toning the creative writing muscle. Each day on the Object writing forum we present the word of the day. Set your stopwatch for ten minutes and write what ever comes to mind on the subject. The idea is to stay as sense bound as possible. You can write in narrative style/stream of consciousness or purely descriptive... the word of the day is yours. Just remember to stay connected as much as possible with your senses; Taste, Touch, Sight, Sound , Smell. You also can include your kinesthetic [movement falling speeding sensations] and bodily sensations - How does your heart feel what is your tummy doing in this experience.
Selected posts will be placed here on the blog. It's a great chance to get feedback on how others see your writing and also a place to put out your prose and poetry if you are ready for some constructive critique.
Visit Berklee Music School teacher Pat Pattison's website for more detailed information on object writing and creative writing exercises.
admin July 1st, 2008
Automatic pilot - object Writing 28 April
My car is flying along the road and I’m on automatic pilot, stern hands grip the convulsing wheel and reactions flow without notice, my mind in a thousand zones at once, but the unconscious one is fixed in place, on automatic pilot.My uniform is not starched dark blue, no raised rivulets or captains wings on […]
admin June 30th, 2008
On the highway
Once we climb the hill out of the jammed maze of Geelong, the dust dry paddocks start to fill the windscreen. The drought’s been long and hard, there seemed to be a shimmer of green last time I came through, but summer has been unforgiving, those days in the high thirties [centigrade] and early fourties […]
admin June 29th, 2008
Airport
Movie theatre panoramic glass lets me view the ingress of the shiny white missile, nosing in from the neat tarmac along glowing lines of christmas tree lights to the accordion walkway that will soon play its jerky tune. There are clumps of people banded together, some with laughing smiles and heads thrown back, some with […]
admin June 28th, 2008
coffee shop
So here I am, on the very same stage where the ‘Seekers’ got there start in the sixties. It’s almost like that folky vibe is still just rippling through the air. Mavis the proprietor is bent over shuffling around, almost bound for a wheel chair, she was here back in those days, with the tiny […]
admin June 27th, 2008
Bulletin Board - Object writing - April 27
Largely ignored it snores away just behind me as I ‘ m making a cup of strong black tea, sort of looming behind me , wanting to tap me on the shoulder. I pull down the flat red flap of the hot water dispenser which gurgles and hisses out a measure of water, being very […]
admin June 26th, 2008
Hotel room
The bed is covered in a floral patterned quilt that hangs down over the edges like a weeping willow over the bank of a river. I throw the cold electronic key onto the dull surface of the bench, it makes a dull clunk. Like the sound of my body wanting to rest, I collapse onto the firm […]
admin June 25th, 2008
Airport
Movie theatre panoramic glass lets me view the ingress of the shiny white missile, nosing in from the neat tarmac along glowing lines of christmas tree lights to the accordion walkway that will soon play its jerky tune. There are clumps of people banded together, some with laughing smiles and heads thrown back, some with […]
admin June 24th, 2008
Airport
Movie theatre panoramic glass lets me view the ingress of the shiny white missile, nosing in from the neat tarmac along glowing lines of christmas tree lights to the accordion walkway that will soon play its jerky tune. There are clumps of people banded together, some with laughing smiles and heads thrown back, some with […]
admin June 23rd, 2008
coffee shop
So here I am, on the very same stage where the ‘Seekers’ got there start in the sixties. It’s almost like that folky vibe is still just rippling through the air. Mavis the proprietor is bent over shuffling around, almost bound for a wheel chair, she was here back in those days, with the tiny […]
admin June 22nd, 2008
Hotel room
The bed is covered in a floral patterned quilt that hangs down over the edges like a weeping willow over the bank of a river. I throw the cold electronic key onto the dull surface of the bench, it makes a dull clunk. Like the sound of my body wanting to rest, I collapse onto the firm […]
