| Status: | Active, open to new members |
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| When: | Monthly on Wednesday afternoons 2:15 pm-4:00 pm Third Wednesday of the month but subject to change - see Forthcoming Events below |
| Venue: | The Dwell Area - Solihull Library |
The Creative Writing group is for members who wish to improve their writing skills and creativity, or they may wish to try writing fiction for the first time. We are a very supportive self-help group. There is no tuition, but we critique each other's work and offer constructive comments.
At each meeting the following month's date is set and a topic chosen for the next month's meeting. Meetings are held on a Wednesday, but not necessarily on the same Wednesday each month.
The facilitator for this group is Gordon C.
The format of the meeting varies. The topic can be a continuation piece, which is started by one member and the concluding part is written by the other members. This can result in very different story lines. Members can let their imagination run wild - some tales have included murder and doctoring drinks!
Sometimes members write their own individual stories with the same title - again producing a wide variety of ideas on the same topic. Or each member may submit a piece on a subject of their own choice. Subjects can be wide-ranging, from criminal activity to a hilarious story about misunderstandings between the inhabitants of a country house. Tales can be sad, amusing, thought-provoking or exciting, and every meeting is very different.
Continuation Piece
This continuation piece was written by Trish H. and the other members of the group continued the story. It starts as follows...
“Do we have to go?” grumbled Fred, wearing the sort of face people often describe as looking like a smacked backside. It made Connie want to actually smack his backside – very, very hard. “Yes,” she snapped. “We’ve already had this argument and WE ARE GOING! Now get yourself ready!” As she headed towards the sitting room door, Fred made the sort of rude and childish gesture that husbands often try to get away with behind their wives’ backs. Without even turning round, Connie said, “Oh, grow up Fred,” her voice oozing disappointment and disdain, and she carried on upstairs to make herself glamorous for their evening out. Not for the first time in their long marriage, Fred shook his head in disbelief – he could never work out how she knew, but she always did. Was it something all women were born with or were perhaps taught, or did she really have eyes in the back of her head, hidden under her hair? He didn’t know, but he did know he'd better get upstairs and get ready, or risk Connie’s wrath.
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