In this section we share a selection of our writers’ weekly homework pieces and timed exercises. Homework is normally 300 – 600 words maximum, the timed exercises are completed in the workshop within 20 minutes.
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September
REMIND MYSELF TO BREATHE
I wanted to write a story about a friend, but my mind turned to Emily.
This is the opening line of Death, Myth and Dreaming in Wuthering Heights by Nicholas Ashe Bateman Read it here.
It seems such an obvious thing to say but without the moors, the rocks and the heath, without the house, there is no Wuthering Heights, there is no novel as we know it. This is the profound effect of setting.
I have to remind myself to breathe — almost to remind my heart to beat.
An Ending by Grant McFarlane
Enclosure by Saffron Swansborough
Roma by Sue Hitchcock
Remember to Breathe by Catriona Millar
The Family by Martin Bourne
The Will To Live – a true story by Janie Reynolds
The Woods by Victoria Watson
The Devil’s Handshake is Reflective by Stuart Carruthers
Erasure by Fran Duffield
Remember to Breathe by Miriam Silver
Twenty Years Older by MaryPat Campbell
The Siege of Bethlehem by Lesley Dawson
What I Wonder When I Wonder About September by Saffron Swansborough
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WRITER’S BLOCK
For this week’s timed exercise I played a video clip featuring scenes from 53 feature films of writers struggling with their work. The timed exercise subject was Writer’s Block.
For anyone familiar with Graeme Greene’s prolific output, it’s hard to believe that he could ever suffer from writer’s block. But, in his fifties, that’s precisely what happened—he faced a creative “blockage,” as he called it, that prevented him from seeing the development of a story or even, at times, its start. The dream journal proved to be his saviour. Dream journaling was a very special type of writing, Greene believed. No one but you sees your dreams. No one can sue you for libel for writing them down. No one can fact-check you or object to a fanciful turn of events.
The title for the homework was The Dream Diary.
The Dream Diary by Ali Giles
Night Dream by Elda Abramson
The Dream Diary by Jill Webb
The American Dream by Janie Reynolds
Lily is Not Dead by Lauren Holstein
Dr Muffett’s Recommendation by Ivor John
Dream Diary by Victoria Watson
I Got the Message Myself by Stuart Carruthers
Dream On by Miriam Silver
The Dream Diary by MaryPat Campbell
Lockdowns & Curfews by Lesley Dawson
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Day to Day
I asked our writers to use this line by Chekhov in their homework.
Any idiot can face a crisis; it’s this day-to-day living that wears you out.
Learning to Swim by Ali Giles
What Crisis? by Sue Hitchcock
Esther by Elda Abramson
Slow Release by Marion Umney
Wearing Thin by Fran Duffield
The Ladder by Richard Lewis
Uninvited Friends by Mia Sundby
The Idiot Englishman by Martin Bourne
Coming Out by Ivor John
The Scream by Victoria Watson
Crying Angels Never Tell by Stuart Carruthers
Misdemeanours by Miriam Silver
In Times of Crisis by Vera Gajic
Kicking Off by Gill Hilton
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August
THE FANTASIST
This is an exercise in escapism. I read from the James Thurber short story, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. The henpecked, daydreaming hero Walter Mitty is Thurber’s quintessential urban man. That story became Thurber’s best-known. It was first published in The New Yorker in 1939 and collected in My World—and Welcome to It (1942). A film version starring Danny Kaye was released in 1947, and another film adaptation, directed by and starring Ben Stiller, came out in 2013.
The story begins with its protagonist’s fearlessly leading a Navy crew through an aircraft takeoff amid near-hurricane conditions, only to reveal that the scene is merely his fantasy; in reality he is driving with his wife into town for their weekly errands. Read it here
For the homework I asked everyone to write about a fantasist and use this line by Thurber, feel free to change the gender.
She wasn’t much to look at but she was something to think about.
We Are All Fantasists by Ali Giles
She Tells Sea Tales by Grant McFarlane
A Plain Man by Sue Hitchcock
A Merc & a Jag by Elda Abramson
Silver Silk by Marion Umney
Sally Burns by Janie Reynolds
Predators and Pets by Mia Sundby
From the Top Down by Martin Bourne
Balance by Rosalyn Hurst
If Only by Stuart Carruthers
People Have Always Trusted Me by Miriam Silver
Excuses – a timed exercise by Scarlett Mcfarlane
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THE UNRELIABLE NARRATOR
Writers employ different literary devices to create plot twists and conflicted characters. One of these devices is the unreliable narrator—a storyteller who withholds information, lies to, or misleads the reader, casting doubt on the narrative. Writers use this device to engage readers on a deeper level, forcing them to come to their own conclusions when the narrator’s point of view can’t be trusted.
I read from Notes on a Scandal by Zoë Heller. From the outset, narrator Barbara’s acid tongue and confidence that she is the only one in a position to tell the sordid tale of an art teacher’s ill-judged affair with a pupil give the reader the nod that the perspective they are about to get on everyone involved is likely to be skewed.
I gave our writers this line from the novel to use anywhere in their homework and asked them to feature an unreliable narrator in their piece.
People have always trusted me with their secrets. But who do I trust with mine?
Harold by Elda Abramson
Confidences by Fran Duffield
Talking Foreign by Sue Hitchcock
I Know They’re Listening by Ivor John
Trust by Vera Gajic
Trust by Rosalyn Hurst
Masks – Haikus by Saffron Swansborough
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IN TIMES OF CRISIS
For this week’s timed exercise I asked our writers to use this line from Jane Eyre in their piece.
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
When Jane is ten or eleven, typhus runs rampant at Lowood, the charity school to which she has been consigned by her aunt, who despises her. Lowood is a bleak house; as Jane describes it, “semi-starvation and neglected colds had predisposed most of the pupils to receive infection; forty-five of the eighty girls lay ill at one time.” The description of life at Lowood echoes the experience that Brontë and her sisters had at the Clergy Daughters’ School at Cowan Bridge. Both Maria and Elizabeth Bronte died after contracting tuberculosis at the school.
Helen is not one of the typhus patients—she has long suffered from tuberculosis, and has already been isolated from the other girls. Brontë is at pains not to endorse any deliberate breach in social distancing, having the adult Jane, who narrates the book, remember that “by consumption I, in my ignorance, understood something mild, which time and care would be sure to alleviate.”
I asked our writers to use this quote from Frank O’Hara in their homework:
In times of crisis, we must all decide again and again whom we love.
Lockdown by Grant McFarlane
Standing Six Feet One and Tall by Stuart Carruthers
Going Up by Jill Webb
Those We Loved by Fran Duffield
Future Uncertain by Sue Hitchcock
Go Your Own Way by Ivor John
The Masked Stranger by Richard Lewis
In Times of Crisis by Gill Hilton
In Times of Crisis by Miriam Silver
Last Call by Janie Reynolds
Pandemic Blues by Lesley Dawson
The Crying Workshop – a timed exercise by Sho Botham
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THE MASK
It seems increasingly likely that I really will undertake the expedition that has been preoccupying my imagination now for some days.
The line came from The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro. In his 1989 Man Booker prize winning novel, Ishiguro creates a character for whom it’s a point of pride never to let his mask slip and admit the truth of his own emotions, even to himself. In the summer of 1956, an ageing butler goes on a motoring holiday to visit an old colleague. The journey becomes a chance to reflect on his past and the mistakes he made throughout his long career in servitude. Ishiguro slowly peels back the layers of masks the protagonist has been wearing to protect himself from hard truths.
The title or subject for the homework was: The Mask.
Lockdown Kernels by Saffron Swansborough
Fallen Angel by Stuart Carruthers
The Vacationers by Victoria Watson
Saving Face by Janie Reynolds
The Mask by Fran Duffield
The Mask by Ivor John
The Masked Stranger by Richard Lewis
The Mask by Gill Hilton
The Mask by Sho Botham
Harold by Vera Gajic
Masks by Rosalyn Hurst
The Mask by Lesley Dawson
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JULY
TASTE
This is an entry from Ambrose Bierce’s Devil’s Dictionary. Read it Here
In fiction, the characters’ five senses are what allow us to get lost in the story. But few writers realise which of the five senses they lean on more heavily than others. As a writer, you will have a natural inclination toward one sense over the others. One sense that is often overlooked or undervalued is the sense of taste. Read it Here
A lot can be learned form food writers and restaurant critics. The first great food writer was Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin. Although he was not a chef, Brillat-Savarin has been one of the most influential food writers of all time. He is known for his 1825 book Physiologie du Goût (translated variously into English as “The Physiology of Taste”, “The Philosopher in the Kitchen”, etc.) Read it Here
Long practice has taught me that one pleasure leads to another.
A Tasteful Ending by Grant Mcfarlane
Curry Love by Shevlyn Byroo
The Yellow Rowing Boat by MaryPat Campbell
Funny Money by Martin Bourne
Autumn’s Overcoat by Stuart Carruthers
Fleeting Pleasures by Fran Duffield
Atrocity Exhibition by Ivor John
Jules & Julia by Vera Gajic
One Pleasure Leads to Another
by Richard Lewis
The Sweetest Pleasure by Mia Sundby
One Pleasure Leads to Another by Miriam Silver
Mellow by Lauren Holstein
A Secret Life by Lesley Dawson
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I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU
In an interview in the Rumpus, Melissa Broder speaks with Greg Mania about Milk Fed and her writing process.
“I’m still doing it the same way I’ve been doing it: dictating the first draft into my phone, three paragraphs per day, using Siri and Simplenote (free notes app). Don’t stop or proofread or think about it or change anything until the whole mass of clay has been thrown down—even if I see things are spelled wrong, or Siri is missing stuff (always). Just keep going. Encourage your own messiness. This part takes about nine months.”
I asked our writers to use this line from Melissa Broder anywhere in their homework:
I’m in love with you and you don’t want anything to do with me so I think we can make this work.
They Always Get Back Together by Ali Giles
Heathcliff by MaryPat Campbell
It Hurts Too Much by Sho Botham
Number 9 by Martin Bourne
I’m in Love by Rosalyn Hurst
Love Actually by Lesley Dawson
Where Did the Fun Go? by Stuart Carruthers
I’m in Love by Ivor John
The Beauty by Richard Lewis
I’m in Love with You by Miriam Silver
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A SECRET LIFE
We called it alimony.
The line came from a Southbank talk by John Le Carre where he refers to the payment made to agents in the field, “We paid them a pittance and we called it alimony.”
Alimony – early 17th century (in the sense ‘nourishment, means of subsistence’): from Latin alimonia ‘nutriment’, from alere ‘nourish’.
I then read from A Perfect Spy by John le Carre. The novel starts by introducing the protagonist Magnus Pym and tracking his movements across “a south Devon coastal town” on his way to a Victorian guesthouse, where he is addressed by the elderly landlady who says, “Why Mr. Canterbury, it’s you.” In this deft use of dialogue, LeCarré illustrates the essence of the classic writing technique “show, don’t tell,” revealing that Pym has a secret life, has visited the guesthouse before and is travelling under a pseudonym.
The subject for the homework was: A Secret Life
Alimony by Karen Akroyd
Futureproofing by Saffron Swansborough
What I Would Say by Martin Bourne
Silvia’s Garden Shed by Sho Botham
Aunt Elizabeth by Victoria Watson
Secret Lives by Rosalyn Hurst
A Dress To Die For by Garf Collins
The Conquer Room by Stuart Carruthers
A Sign of the Times by Gill Hilton
A Secret Life by Fran Duffield
Secrets by Miriam Silver
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MEMORY IS THE THING WE FORGET WITH
For this week’s timed exercise I gave our writers this sentence to use in their piece:
Ribbon, bell, emerald, stamp.
This line comes from The Memory Police by the Japanese writer Yoko Ogawa.
‘Ribbon, bell, emerald, stamp. The words that came from my mother’s mouth thrilled me, like the names of little girls from distant countries or new species of plants.’ A surreal, provocative fable about the power of memory and the trauma of loss the 1994 novel, has a dream-like tone influenced by Kafka. An English translation by Stephen Snyder was published in 2019.
The story follows a novelist on an island under the control of the Memory Police. An unknown force causes the people of the island to collectively ‘forget’ and lose their attachment to objects or concepts, e.g. hats, perfume, birds and ribbon. The Memory Police enforce the removal of these objects from the island, and of the people who continue to remember, such as the author’s mother. Some, who continue to remember, escape from the island or hide in safe houses to evade capture by the Police.
Ogawa’s weightless and unadorned prose weaves a world where memory is always associative; we remember not just the object itself but what it conjures. Birds are byways to flight, lightness, quickness, youth, song, mornings, twilights, migrations. They partake in stories, paintings, metaphors and myths. Each object that is disappeared takes layers of personal and shared knowledge with it. One of the inspirations for the novel was the Diary of Anne Frank.
I gave our writers this quote from Alexander Chase to use in their homework: Memory is the thing you forget with.
Memory by Karen Akroyd
A Funny Hat by Sho Botham
Billy by Victoria Watson
Memory is the Thing by Rosalyn Hurst
Memory Is What You Forget With by Lesley Dawson
Jules & Julia by Vera Gajic
The Stone Bears Your Name by Stuart Carruthers
Going Back by Ivor John
Memory is a Way of Forgetting by Richard Lewis
I Must Write it Down by MaryPat Campbell
Memory is the Thing you Forget with by Miriam Silver
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A SIGN OF THE TIMES
When you are on the dancefloor there is nothing to do but dance.
When book dealer Yambo suffers amnesia, he loses all sense of who he is, but retains memories of all the books, poems, songs, and movies he has ever experienced. To reclaim his identity, he retreats to the family home and rummages through old letters, photographs, and mementos stored in the attic. Yambo’s mind swirls with thoughts, and he struggles to retrieve the one memory that may be most sacred, that of Lila Saba, his first love. The novel is steeped in nostalgia and filled with vivid, sometimes wondrous imagery.
Aside from being an internationally acclaimed novelist, Umberto Eco was also a Semiologist. He made a wider audience aware of semiotics by various publications, most notably his novel The Name of the Rose, which includes (second to its plot) applied semiotic operations. Semiotics includes the study of signs and sign processes, indication, designation, likeness, analogy, allegory, metonymy, metaphor, symbolism, signification, and communication. Eco proposed that every cultural phenomenon may be studied as communication.
I gave everyone this title for their homework: A Sign of the Times
A Sign of the Times by Victoria Watson
A Sign of the Times by Lauren Holstein
A Sign of the Times Haiku by Saffron Swansborough
A Sign of the Times by Sho Botham
A Sign of the Times by Grant McFarlane
A Sign of the Times by Ali Giles
Listen to Ali’s piece read by Mia Sundby
An Eyebrow Raising Sign of the Times by Jill Webb
A Sign of the Times by Karen Akroyd
Signs of the Times by Rosalyn Hurst
A Sign of the Times by Lesley Dawson
A Sign of the Times by Martin Bourne
One Foot on the Ladder by Stuart Carruthers
A Sign of the Times by Ivor John
A Sign of the Times by Richard Lewis
A Sign of the Times by MaryPat Campbell
A Sign of the Times by Miriam Silver
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JUNE
THE LOVER’S DICTIONARY
For this week’s timed exercise I asked everyone to open their piece with this line:
I wrote a good omelette… and ate a hot poem.
“I wrote a good omelet… and ate / a hot poem… after loving you,” writes Nikki Giovanni in her poem “I Wrote a Good Omelet.” The poet, whose seventy-eighth birthday was just last week, describes going about various common tasks in strange and humorous ways, replacing, for example, “car” for “coat” in the phrase “drove my coat home” and “bed” for “hair” in “turned down my hair.” Through these playful reversals, Giovanni mimics the dizzying feeling of falling in love, as if the speaker is unable to focus on anything after being with their beloved.
In The Lover’s Dictionary David Levithan finds a fascinating way to tell us something about love. Told entirely through a series of dictionary entries, this modern love story is abstract, quirky, and so incredibly charming. The reader only receives brief windows into this romantic relationship, but it’s so interesting to see these small glimpses through the lens of different words. Levithan’s conceit is fascinating, and he completely pulls it off. For example:
acronym, n.“I remember the first time you signed an email with SWAK. I didn’t know what it meant. It sounded violent, like a slap connecting. … And the next time you wrote, ten minutes later, you explained.I loved the ridiculous image I got from that, of you leaning over your laptop,touching your lips gently to the screen, sealing your words to me before turning them into electricity. Now every time you SWAK me, the echo of that electricity remains.”
For the homework I asked our writers to emulate the treatment of The Lover’s Dictionary and break their story into a series of 5 or 6 word definitions. This would be an interesting way of working out what their story is actually about.
Love Letters by Saffron Swansborough
The A – Z of Vital Signs by Ali Giles
The Lover’s Dictionary by Victoria Watson
The Alcoholic’s Dictionary by Grant McFarlane
My Time by Sho Botham
Margaret and Me by Gill Hilton
ABC of Unrequited Love by Ivor John
Four Seasons by Richard Lewis
Five Words by MaryPat Campbell
Reversals by Miriam Silver
The Party Pooper by Lesley Dawson
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WE CAN ONLY DIE IN THE FUTURE
For this week’s timed exercise I asked our writers to open their piece with this line:“Tell me things I won’t mind forgetting,” she said.
This is the first line of Amy Hempel’s short story, “The Cemetery Where Al Jolson Is Buried,” In Hempel’s first and most anthologised story, the narrator fails her terminally ill best friend, almost entirely in subtext. She visits the beachside hospital, bearing welcome, “useless” facts and jokes, but when an extra bed appears for her to stay the night, she panics and decides to go home. Hempel doesn’t give us the final goodbye, or the bad-news call, or any of the other obvious scenes a “maximalist” writer might dramatize. Instead, we get the tacit admission that the narrator bailed before the end, enrolling in a “Fear of Flying” class the same morning her friend is buried.
Hempel has said that the idea for “In the Cemetery Where Al Jolson Is Buried” was suggested to her by her teacher Gordon Lish, the fiction editor of Esquire in the 1970’s, in a fiction-writing workshop that she took at Columbia University. Lish told his students to write on their “most terrible, despicable secret, the thing you will never live down.”Hempel has said that she knew immediately what that secret was for her: “I failed my best friend at the moment when I absolutely couldn’t fail her, when she was dying.” Hempel, like her most admired writer, Anton Chekhov, knows that grief, by its very nature, resists ordinary attempts to articulate it. Grief cannot be talked about; it can only be objectified in efforts to avoid it. Read In The Cemetery Where Al Jolson is Buried.
“My favorite compliment that I got from a writer early on, was someone saying to me, ‘You leave out all the right things’. That was wonderful to hear. To know you’ve given your reader credit for being able to understand without you having to say it.”
For the homework I asked our writers to use these two lines from Amy Hempel in order in their piece.I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence. We can only die in the future, I thought; right now we are always alive.
The Book of Life by Saffron Swansborough
Hiding by Ali Giles
Kir by Victoria Watson
Severed Head by Mia Sundby
Legs/Teenage Dreams by Lauren Holstein
Woe is Me by Sho Botham
Death Bed by Janie Reynolds
Today I’m Alive by Ivor John
Locked Down by Vera Gajic
I Feel the Devil’s Love by Stuart Carruthers
The Present Tense by Fran Duffield
Big Sister by MaryPat Campbell
Severed Head by Miriam Silver
Missing Inaction by Martin Bourne
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A GOOD TURN
For this week’s timed exercise I showed our writers some photographs I had taken of a van that was parked near my house.
I asked everyone to write about the fictional owner of the van.
I then read and discussed the Lady in the Van by Alan Bennett. Miss Shepherd, or rather, Margaret Fairchild was born in 1911 in Hellingly in East Sussex. A gifted pianist, according to her brother in about 1932 the middle-class and well-spoken Margaret Fairchild studied at the École Normale de Musique de Paris in Paris under the virtuoso Alfred Cortot. She led a chequered life eventually ending up in Alan Bennett’s driveway where she lived for 15 years in a hand-painted yellow van. When she died in 1989 Bennett immortalised her in his diaries, which he later turned into a radio play, a novella and a film. Read The Lady in the Van.
I gave our writers a quote from the novella to use it in their homework: One seldom was able to do her a good turn without some thoughts of strangulation.
The Slum, theMum and the Staycation by Saffron Swansborough
The Neighbour by Jill Webb
Quid Pro Quo by Ali Giles
Trouble Crossing by Richard Lewis
Thanks for Nothing by Stuart Carruthers
The Good Neighbour by Fran Duffield
All Sorts by MaryPat Campbell
The Earth Mother by Miriam Silver
Good Turns and Strangulation by Mia Sundby
Afternoon Tea with a Difference by Lesley Dawson
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May
IT ALL STARTED WITH A DREAMFor this week’s timed exercise we discussed the idea that every story has two sides to it. With this in mind I asked everyone to write two contrasting viewpoints of the same story using this opening line:
She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent.
This line is from The Strange Case of Dr Jeckyl and Mr Hyde. Robert Louis Stevenson had long been fascinated with split personalities but couldn’t figure out how to write about them. Then one night he had a dream about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. “In the small hours of one morning … I was awakened by cries of horror from Louis,” his wife Fanny said. “Thinking he had a nightmare, I awakened him. He said angrily: ‘Why did you wake me? I was dreaming a fine bogey tale.’” Stevenson later elaborated on the dream in an essay called “A Chapter On Dreams.”
The opening line of of this week’s homework was: It all started with a dream.
Queen of the Dance by Lauren Holstein
Sweet Enough by Ali Giles
Listen to Ali’s piece read by Mia Sundby
Divebombing by Saffron Swansborough
Roots by Victoria Watson
Something I Don’t Know by Stuart Carruthers
Starring Part by Grant McFarlane
The Dream by Martin Bourne
It all Started as a Dream by Miriam Silver
In My Dreams by Vera Gajic
Evil Face by Sandra Banks
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NOTHING TRAVELS FASTERFor this week’s timed exercise I gave our writers this opening line:
Kettle, plug, fridge, milk, coffee. Yawn.
This was an exercise in Pace and the line came from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Instead of taking the readers through the whole process of making a cup of coffee, Douglas Adams simply chose the words associated with the action, allowing readers to fill in the blanks.
The most important thing to keep in mind when you’re outlining your story and thinking about pacing is balance. A single story can’t and shouldn’t be all fast or all slow.
Instead, there should be a trade-off between the two. This provides variety, makes the story interesting, and keeps the readers hooked. Think about it as music: it’s the highs and lows combined that makes a song appealing to the ear. If it was made up of a single, flat note, it would be pretty boring, wouldn’t it? Read attached pdf on pacing your story.I read from The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and asked you to open your homework with this line from Mostly Harmless, the fifth and final part of the Hitchhiker series: Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Travelling Light by Gill Hilton
The Lies, Deceptions & Falsehoods of Grief by Victoria Watson
This is Not Here by Stuart Carruthers
The Speed of Divorce by Grant McFarlane
Chinese Whispers by Jill Webb
Highly Strung by MaryPat Campbell
Bad News by Sho Botham
Voiture en Panne by Martin Bourne
Nothing Travels Faster by Miriam Silver
Bad News by Fran Duffield
Larkins by Catriona Millar
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THE ALIBIFor this week’s timed exercise I asked you to use this scenario:
The Colonel has been found dead in the library, it looks like suicide. You are being interviewed by a detective. “When did you last see the colonel?” they ask. Are you the murderer?Agatha Christie considered the opening of her 1941 novel, The Body in the Library to be one of her best openings, it was certainly her favourite.
Mrs Bantry was dreaming. Her sweet peas had just taken a First at the flower show. The vicar, dressed in cassock and surplice, was giving out the prizes in church. His wife wandered past, dressed in a bathing suit, but, as is the blessed habit of dreams, this fact did not arouse the disapproval of the parish in the way it would assuredly have done in real life… Read Ronald Knox’s 10 Commandments for Detective Fiction
I asked everyone to use this line from The Body in the Library anywhere in their homework piece: No innocent person ever has an alibi. The title for the homework was: The Alibi.
The Alibi by Gill Hilton
The Alibi by Victoria Watson
No Alibi by Lou Beckerman
The Alibi by Stuart Carruthers
The Alibi by Rosalyn Hurst
The Alibi by Janie Reynolds
The Alibi by MaryPat Campbell
The Alibi by Sho Botham
The Alibi Maker by Vera Gajic
The Alibi by Ali Giles
The Alibi by Miriam Silver
The Alibi by Fran Duffield
The Alibi by Karen Akroyd
The Alibi by Catriona Millar
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THE SECRET NOTEBOOK
If your work doesn’t have trouble it may as well be a shopping list, unless of course there is a gun on your list or strychnine. With this in mind I asked our writers to feature a shopping list for one of the following in their 20 minute timed exercise:
Poisoner Burglar Kidnapper Pirate Ghost Murderer Assassin Evil Mastermind
Following the death of Agatha Christie’s daughter, Rosalind, at the end of 2004, a remarkable secret was revealed. Unearthed among her affairs at the family home of Greenway were Agatha Christie’s secret notebooks, 78 handwritten volumes of notes, lists and drafts outlining all her plans for her many books, plays and stories. Mixed in with these literary traces there are telephone numbers, maps, shopping lists, doodles and aide-memoires demonstrating that Christie saw no difference between her life and her work.
The title for this week’s homework was: The Secret Notebook.
I also asked everyone to use this line from The Thumb Mark of St Peter anywhere in their piece: Everyone is very much alike, really. But fortunately they don’t realise it.