17th-Page-Creative writing class-one page at a time during the Pandemic

Lynda Barry’s Writing Exercise Where is it?

I can’t find this exercise? I think I have been cocooning? I do enjoy her comic strips though.

LYNDA BARRY, excerpt, “What it is” ,
https://www.flickr.com/photos/deathtogutenberg/847615547 This photo is in 1 album INSPIRATION

I like to think of her inspiration like this:

“An inspirational word is gold melting in the kettle. The sulphur alone can burn creativity as easily as words that are never said are wasted in steam.”

by Christine Reeves

My goodness, I love my quote. Is it vain to like your own quote? I wonder how many gold particles
fill the air? My sister and nieces bought gold facial masks. They were beautiful on our faces. It
didn’t feel any different on my face except that I panicked, thinking the mask would never come

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This reminds me of a movie called ‘The trouble with Angels,’ with actress Hayley Mills, about Plaster-of-Paris. The movie scene is where Mary Clancy (played by Hayley Mills), and her friend decide to play this practical joke on a classmate, they pretend to give this classmate a facial; they put a straw in the girl’s mouth and then paste the plaster all over her face which unbeknownst to her was Plaster of Paris that hardened. It was a horrible nightmare for me to watch. I actually panicked during that episode. Just the idea of someone plastering Plaster of Paris on one’s face then have it harden. Think of that for a while. I am not a claustrophobic person, but I am still haunted by that scene. This is one of those memories that has never left me.

I feel as though my reading and writing need more attention. I miss my inner voice. I wonder
when she will come out? Maybe the writer in me has flown to Jupiter wandering backwards than

John Ashbury’s Poem
The Chateau Hardware
Exercise: Mix John Ashbury’s poem one line his then one line mine and voila! Then take your lines and put them all together this is what I got:

by Christine Reeves
The gated chickens and fenced fields
Where everything has its place
In the mind of cultural doors
Flocked freely away and back again
Some all at once, some scattered.
The ravens shadowed a certain sense of freedom
and solace
Birds, unlike people, are driven by hunger, people
easily go mad within walls and gates
bound by laws--- break them
within boundaries free from social

Makes me think of the restrictions during this pandemic, in a sense isolation is rather challenging don’t you think? Writing is in a sense the greatest solace and the greatest company. This makes me smile.

Published by Okanagan Valley View - Views on the Go

I am currently a second-year student in Communications, Culture, and Journalism at OUC who hopes to attend UVIC to further my education. I have shifted my educational focus to be a part of the community's communication solution and advocacy work. I am originally from Ontario and love the Fall season there, and I also love the fall season here in BC. I have always loved writing and current events. My five-year plan is to write and advocate in the community by strategically planning and developing ways to minimize the information overload and investigate false ideas of support. I am also a Mother, OFS, daughter, Auntie, sister, and friend. I am a writer and an Independent Contractor.

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