Welcome to my creative blog. Here I aim to share my creative side in writing, art and photography with you. And how I encourage my students to enjoy being creative in order to help accelerate learning.
Wednesday, 30 May 2018
Characterisation
When writing the author needs to know their characters inside and out, or they will seem to thin and unreal, acting only because the plot requires it.
I found one easy way to keep track of the characters in my novel were to record in a note book all the features and ways they affected due to a weakness or how it made them stronger after each set back. This way it was easy to consult as they faced the next challenge.
When writing I wanted to share everything I knew about a character. But the more I read the more I notice that we are feed small amounts of each character every-time they are portrayed in a story.
Thursday, 3 May 2018
Writing Basics
Most students are familiar with writing using 'I' but they possibly haven't been taught it is first person. This is something I am aiming to correct this year during my teaching. I am planning on showing and encouraging students to use third person. By explaining it is like telling someone what occurred in a movie or favourite television program.
We wrote both first person and third adapting fairy tales then we made up a story about a plant.
Here are so examples of what the students in my class came up with.
Third Person:
A little while after they moved into the house. It was a very old house, it had an attic in the high pitched roof and a cellar under the ground. Coraline's family didn't own all of the house it was too big for that. Instead they owned part of it. There were other people who lived in the old house. Miss Spink and Miss Forcible lived in the flat below Coraline’s. On the ground floor they were both old and round, and they lived in their flat with a number of ageing highland terriers who had names like Hamish and Andrew and Jock. - Krystal
She called, “Hello.”
No one answered. She could smell some hot butter chicken in the cottage. Goldilocks called out again.Then she saw three chairs, an oval wooden table and three bowls. One was small, the second one was medium and one last was big. Her tummy growled. The delicious aroma too much for her. She took a bite. The first was too hot, the second one was cold and the third one was perfect. - Justyce
The long snake like path led to a small house with a roof made out of branches. The walls made out of brick and it was a gloomy day, so she went inside the house. Smelling the scent of sweet porridge as she looked at the bowls on the table. She tried the first bowl that she saw.
“YUCK it’s too cold,” Goldy said.
So she went to the next bowl and tried the porridge.
“AHH IT BURNS,” she said as she ran round and round. - Dante
First Person:
I was so sad my Step Mother and my Step Sisters went to the ball, leaving me at home, cleaning up and cooking. ‘When do I get to go to the ball?’ I wondered. - Krystal
I was planted in a bottomless pit. I was freezing, I got planted without anything, no
water, sunlight or nutrients. It felt like I was in a chilli bin, it was that pitch black. Did I mention it was wet, because it has raining for hours. Until I got the sun over me, then finally I was getting a bit warmer every minute. - Te Iriwhiro
I was so lonely in the pitch black soil. My mean owner never came to water me the only one who watered me was the clouds.
“Oh dear what is going on here.” I wondered to myself. “I can finally move around and relaxed.” - Breeze
“ OUCH!!!” I said.
“ Who was that And why do I feel trapped, enclosed” I wondered.
“Hmmm what to do,” I thought. “Uhhh I'll just wait.”
4 days later…
“ I'm tired of waiting, I'm going to push myself out”.
“I'm finally free. OMG I feel so good, stretched out.”
“Woh, I am growing, out of this tiny shell. - Dante
I was a lonely seed in a pitch black hole. I had no friends. When I was buried I was watered. But right now I'll stay put right here to be watered again.
The next day I got watered. Now I looked at myself there was something appearing out of me.
The next day I figure out what it was. It was my roots.
A few days later I grew a shoot. I wish I knew what would happen to me next.
“Would I stay like this? Or would I grow more?” - Akram
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