I decided this morning to undertake the #100DaysOfWriting challenge. And here’s what I produced in my first self-enforced hour of producing:
Smeagol wore a brown trilby with a purple feather stuck in the band. He walked with a limp and carried a stick at all times. Still, he surprised me the day he took off his right boot and showed me he didn’t have a foot on the end of that leg.
He drank heavily, and often. It was rare to find him without a bottle of sherry, except for when he had one of vodka instead. He was paid a pension for his missing foot, as he lost it when he was in the army. His own fault really – he was walking where he wasn’t supposed to – but they said the landowner shouldn’t have set gin traps to catch foxes and dogs and unwary squaddies, so he got an honourable discharge and a pension for thew foot. “Honourable discharge!” he would cackle. “If they knew half of what I’d been up to, they’d have kept me in the glasshouse til the end of my stint then chucked me out without a penny!” He always cackled when he said this – and he never4 told anyone exactly what it wasd he had been up to, if asked he would say “That’s for me to know and you to never find out.”
His pension would have been enough to live in moderate comfort, if he had been the type to want comfort. But he preferred sleeping out – “skippering,” he called it – face up to the stars when the weather was fine, curled up wrapped in doss-bag and blankets if it was cold or wet. No house meant more booze, he reasoned. And he reasoned right – by the time I met him he was in his late forties, with a spectacular alcohol addiction and a stewed liver that regularly tried to kill him.
Not my best writing, but not too bad, I suppose. When I sat down and opened the text editor, the blank screen nearly scared me off – I’ve been suffering major writer’s block for a long time, which was the reason I decided to do the challenge in the first place: force myself to write for an hour each day and hopefully that’ll help me pound this block to smithereens. But I didn’t have a clue what to write. So I googled for some writing exercises and found this:
Creating a character outline
If you want to create a character from scratch, you could start by –
a) using the Character Generator to create a character outline.
b) thinking of someone from your past who still sticks out in your mind. Write down what made the person interesting.
c) turning an inanimate object into a character. Look around your home for possibilities. I once wrote down what my neglected cooker was thinking.
I went for b), and wrote about a guy I knew some thirty years ago. Most of it is fictitious. But I did know a one-footed man named Smeagol. Maybe you knew him too? If so, let us know in the Comments. It’d be great to meet someone else who knew the old rascal!
I’ll be back tomorrow for my second #100DaysOfWriting.