Writing
exercise based on a 14th-century poet’s work.
“When
in April, with its sweet showers”
-Chaucer
When
in April, with its sweet showers, sales of Gore-Tex fabric go through
the roof. Especially in cloud-laden Manchester. You won’t go wrong
with a Sprayway or Berghaus. You can’t get out as often as you
might like, but if you are stuck in the house, rain is the
perfect opportunity to knuckle down and write. Silence, when writing,
can be a strange contradictory distraction, the sound of the computer
keys and the endless sigh of the computer fan mocking you. Bu the
tinny drum of rain on your window can spur on a thousand thoughts and
inspire countless sentences. Who wants to go out in that anyway?
And
so, a tale forms in the writer’s mind of a man trapped in his
compact apartment, living out his adventures in his mind and on the
page. He turns the background on his Word document to gold, to blur
the contrast, and lives his life through fiction- void of restraint.
In this world, it’s tropical, his skin sun-resistant, his world no
longer a row of identikit houses but a network of caves opening onto
a beach with a clear sea, where creatures lie like boats, ready to
link him to other islands.
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