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Friday, 30 September 2011

Prose: Creative Writing Exercise - Showing not Telling

At my first creative writing seminar we were charged with a task where instead of telling readers directly about the situation that our protagonists found themselves in we should use description to 'show' the reader their plight. Now I did a situation about a boy who hates going to his father's now that his Father has a new girlfriend as old as he is, I tried and failed at the task I think. I don't know why but I just couldn't seem to write that well and in all the whole piece was drivel. That's why when Thomas Cornhill one of my classmates read out his work about the same situation and quite frankly took a gigantic dump all over mine; I decided I should rework my piece. So, here goes.

 In the beginning, this walk would've been natural. This corridor would not have seemed so long and Billy wouldn't be grinding his teeth to the point of almost excruciating pain. Now is not the beginning and Billy's only wish that all of this would come to a quick and decisive end. His wish would probably never be granted. He'd have to trudged his way down the corridor of flats towards number 7A, once a haven now a hell.
 However, the dread that filled his face at the door and the shakes it gave him were almost unbearable to the point where he stood at the door wishing for it to disappear. His grief was washing over him once again, paling his face like that of a ghost and his hand hit the door with all the force of his anger.
"Hold on."
The female voice from behind the door hurt as if Billy had just broken both his knee caps. His eyes widened with rage. He didn't know she was going to be here, this was never a part of the plan and this was certainly not what Billy wanted right now. He turned away from the voice that was causing him such inner distress and was about to leave but the door swung open. In door frame stood Alva, once a classmate of Billy's and at one time a friend, not even a month after his Mother's death though; she was now his father's lover and it just grated under his skin. Every breathe she took was like a kick to the testicles, every moment she was around him felt like hours of torture but apparently somethings were more important then how Billy felt. Well, that is what his father had said. Billy just nodded at Alva and walked straight in admiring the flat that he had once inhabited with his Father and Mother, it was foreign to him. It made him feel sick. The decor was not what he remembered his mother's rugs were gone and the once white walls were now filled with paintings. Billy soon remembered that Alva had sat next to him in art class. He sat in another unfamiliar room, the kitchen, followed by Alva whom was as graceful as ever offering him all but the world on a plate. Billy thought this was down to guilt, the fact that Alva couldn't bare sleeping in a dead women's bed before she'd even turned cold in the ground or maybe even that she was trying to mother him. That would never happen.
 He just continued to tap awkwardly at the table infront of him, his rage sometimes getting the better of him and scaring Alva sometimes with the force with which he hit the table. Billy however, just stared at the clock which mocked him by moving ever so slower and the door which also mocked him by not having his father burst through it as if it were some kind of carnival. Yet, as he waited, he wasn't sure whether he could physically stomach the sight of his father. No more then he could stand Alva, the new decor or the place he currently found himself in. Grief had changed Billy. It crept under his skin every second, of every, minute, of everyday. Grief was making him push his family away; as well as tearing what was left of his family apart.

Tuesday, 27 September 2011


In case you didn't watch the video, this is a short message detailing two new reviews that should be going live on the Authorial. Both are CDs and will be as follows:

  • Ed Sheeran's +
  • Kerrang Presents Nirvana: Nevermind Forever.
Should be fun check back tomorrow.

VLOG: Fresher's Video Diary 4 FINALE!

A finale makes it sound pretty exotic but this is the end of the Fresher's saga of videos; it's pretty short just a quick overview of a visit to Jen in Worcester and some news and updates. Check it out.

Monday, 26 September 2011

MONDAY MUSING: If age is but a number does that rule apply for mileage?

There is approximately 84 miles between Sheffield and Worcester.
That means that there is 84 miles between me and my girlfriend, her warm smile, her beautiful blue eyes and as you can quite tell; it's not a comforting thought to know that the person to whom your heart belongs is almost 100 miles away. However, when you look at the distance between Sheffield and Northampton being approximately 82 miles in itself, I suddenly feel at ease for if home is only 2 miles shorter then where Jennifer is then it's not all doom and gloom for us.

 I can still call home, 'home', at that distance so if that applies then I can still call love, 'love', from 84 miles and I do want to still call Jennifer my love because I care a lot for her and it seems as though like age can sometimes be defined as 'just a number' I am also taking that sort of approach for the distance between me and my girlfriend.

 Now, I'm not going to lie at all: it is hard. Me and Jenni used to pretty much to be stuck to each other at the hip and we'll meet people, both of us, and our minds may wonder off for a brief second. or we may mess up completely. Yet, if that's the way it's going to work, that's the way it's going to work. I can't change that, I will try to fight the distance and spend as much as I can to see the lovely Jennifer as often as possible but the only people that can actually make distance something of a hindrance is the two of us. I know I'm not the only person who feels this way. Thousands of couples all over Britain are being ripped apart by University, well I say 'ripped' but that's forceful, so let's say separated. These couples like me are all feeling lost and confused about their other halves and some by rights have cause to be; University can be a wild time but to be honest the other half is probably thinking the exact same thing as you are when they look out into the night and wonder where their loved one is.

 So, having visited Jen and enjoyed a time that wasn't as if we hadn't seen each other in ages but instead like it was seconds since we last held hands. I am pretty sure that distance can be tackled, time can only tell but all seems positive at the moment and with plenty of time to go, I feel as if a huge weight on my shoulders has been lifted. I'm trying my best not to mess up and I may do, I probably will do but I can't live in fear of that anymore. I can't constantly be second guessing myself because my girlfriend lives so many miles away now. Others are coping. I also seem to be coping. So, with this in mind I think that after all the worry I've had deep down about the distance between me and Jen; I think we can make it through. I love her. She says she loves me (and to be honest proves it a hell of a lot of the time). It's simple and sorted. No room for error or misjudgment, I just have to live my life without regrets.

 And I don't regret anything. I love Jenni and therefore am proud of what she's managing to achieve with or without me personally. We just need to make every second we do spend with each other great and spectacular which she does without trying. So next time you think distance is an issue, kick back to reflect on what you mean by that statement: is it really and issue? or is it just one for you?

VLOG: Fresher's Video Diary 3

The second to last installment of my Freshers Video diary has a few topics in and I am desperately trying to fix the sound on my videos a lot of complaints about volume but I don't want to shout so I will work on it. I promise. However, enjoy and hopefully we'll see the final installment up today as well!

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

VLOG: Fresher's Video Diary 2

Things seem to be getting messy in the second installment of the video diary: alcoholic amnesia and bar fights are just a littl;e tiny bit of trouble I've started getting myself into from Monday night till today. Messy times. Check it.

Monday, 19 September 2011

VLOG: Fresher's Video Diary 1

A video about my first couple of days starting at Hallam going to try and make one everyday of Fresher's just for the crack. It should be a fun experience really, hopefully it will all work out in the end and I'll survive long enough to complete the series.

MONDAY MUSING: When's a house a home?

After moving into my student accommodation, setting it up as I like it and having all my stuff here; I asked myself the very question you see in the title: When do you call somewhere 'home'? Is there a certain point? A checklist? A time-frame? I'm not really sure but when I stay in my flat it does feel rather... 'homey' Y'know? And I'm not talking boys in the hood homie either, I'm talking about the fact I'm actually enjoying where I'm staying. It feels nice to have my own space and now that the l; laptop, Xbox and everything's here, I myself, am beginning to feel a more humble abode feeling to the whole of this new place.

 It's not just that but my flatmates feel like good people too, I like them quite a lot and I know for a fact I could have done much worse then the four people I've got now. Last night was proof of that, they were fun and friendly and we had a blast; which is what you need I think as you move into foreign areas, a nice relaxed environment with plenty of joy or laughter. If you start as you mean to go on, you can't really go wrong can you?

Even the city of Sheffield feels warm and welcoming as I explored today, as if there was some sort of connection and since I came here the first time it did in fact pull on my heart strings but you know how it is. It's like a calling and I simply had to answer. So, what does this mean? I dunno. I don't have a clue. I'm going out tonight and my course introduction is at 10.30 am tomorrow. Happy days. So, if you want to keep up with my Fresher's Week Shenanigans watch the youtube channel as I attempt to make a video diary of every day of the whole event! Even though it's a fortnight here in Sheffield. All I can is this is gunna get messy! Also aswell if your a tweeter follow me on twitter for even more funny antics.

 Till next time!

Friday, 9 September 2011

BLOG: Happy 1st Birthday to the Adderson Authorial.

 On this day last year, a dream started. An attempt to make a dream come true started; I remember that I needed to make up a portfolio for my desire to take a creative writing course at Uni. Hence the Adderson Authorial was born and this post here celebrating it's birthday will be the 150th post to grace it's face and I'm glad, so so glad, that this hasn't died. Why you ask because that means the dream hasn't died.

And that dream still exists today but the Authorial itself has evolved as has the dream with YOUTUBE and now even Twitter the Authorial is now bigger and better then ever before, which is great. It all started off as just stories at one time but then I became confident enough to express my opinion and grow and I owe that all to only a few bunch of people; my friend, my family and my readers.

 The past year wouldn't have happened without the vast amounts of support and inspiration that I get from the people around me. It's scary to think what could not have been were it not for all these people, my blog has had a lot of hits, youtube is getting a few views and I am trying on Twitter but in essence the support people have shown me over the past year is amazing and without it, it wouldn't have happened. There would be no Authorial and I would have no passion to share with anyone and that would be sad. So again, thank you for everything.

 And no matter what, the dream, the passion will never die if I continue to receive such suppot. The world is my oyster hopefully. I'll have plenty more things to write and plenty more inspiration to come from there world. So I hope you just continue to do what we do at the Authorial which is: See. Read. Believe.

Monday, 5 September 2011


 You can now follow my twitter account on the Authorial!
 Due to my purchasing a smartphone I decided to register to twitter, I have become a twitter addict. It's like really cool, so I thought to have an excuse to use it more often I would put it on the Authorial so I could use it more often saying 'it's for the authorial!' however, my girlfriend Jenni maybe right in saying that it maybe just to keep up with the Robinson's and hype. Anyway, you can follow my twitter on the right hand side of the blog now, sweeet! When I get a blogger app on my BB I'll use that to post to!

MONDAY MUSING: Now I have a Blackberry, the world seems a more connected place.

 It was my birthday on Saturday and for my 19th year my mother got me a Blackberry; which I am very grateful for and am very happy with. I called him Berty and he is married to my girlfriend Blackberry Betty and with all the functions now working I have come to a stunning realisation: I am not so alone as I thought.

 We all know it, the feeling of the isolation within the world that is inhabited by more than 6 billion people. We look at a world that is so huge and vast and beautiful in it's own right and think "Wow. I am small and am so alone." But now I've got this Blackberry and have looked into the massive universe that is applications and mobile internet it is almost impossible to think that any more. I can receive emails, check Facebook, post on twitter and even chat to other people with blackberry's by scanning a bar code. It's a truly amazing feat. People may look at this post and think that: "What is this douche saying, we've had phones for years?" but look at it this way, with normal phones we never used to have everyone's phone number. We couldn't text over 500 people, our phones wouldn't be able to hack it. Yet, now, Smart phones have opened up so much connectivity with the rest of the world that it's impossible to say one is alone in this hi-tech wizarding world.

   I find it quite scary, quite hard to understand and almost impossible to believe that now at the touch of a button; in a matter of seconds almost anyone is within reach and if you want to think about it in less romantic fashion then I have put it, think about how slow the internet used to be. Then look at it now, downloads done in seconds, films stream-able on the web and more websites then you can shake a stick at! So, look at your smartphone, your laptop and think to yourself: "Am I really alone in this huge world anymore?"