Old map

Today I thought I would use the 'old map' prompt from TMA01(2007) to write a haiku.

Old map underground
Hiding secrets of treasure
Where is my shovel?

Andrea

For my next trick!

Good morning. I find this time of day best for me to write at the moment as the house is quiet. Just me and the dogs up and about, husband and daughter still in bed! I suspect that will change when I'm back at work next week.
Anyway, I decided that for my daily writing exercise I would take prompts from past TMA questions. For those of you reading that may not be familiar with the Open University a TMA is a Tutored Marked Assignment that students complete throughout the duration of their various courses. So I startrd today with TMA01(2007) and my chosen prompt was a pair of shoes. I'm going to post what I wrote today, not because I'm proud of it or anything but until I get some feedback I'm not going to have a clue about my ability or progress. So...

For it to be a pair of shoes there must be two the same. Like twins I suppose, identical. Personalise so they aren't the same - a pair of black shoes, one with a black lace, one with a white lace. If a youngster did this no-one would bat an eyelid. They wouldn't look or comment, probably wouldn't even notice. However, imagine the city gent all suited and booted for work with odd laces in his shiney black shoes all freshly polished. Not right is it. I'm sure people
would notice and maybe nudge and whisper to each other on the tube. Do shoes get embarrased? Do they feel the wrongness of it? They should look the same and that means matching laces. Would it be worse or better, for the shoes, than a wrong pair, odd shoes being worn. Old analogue by a famous comedian, come actor tells us about the shame of going to a funeral in brown boots. There is an etiquette that should be adhered to when selecting which shoes to wear when. Now I'm getting frustrated because I can't remenber, ah yes, that was it, Holloway that was his name. Still can't remeber his christian name though. He also told us about Albert's family day out at the zoo. Unfortunately, Albert got eaten by the lion! Stanley, I knew it would come to me.

I tried not to alter in any way as I typed this out. I wrote it in one of my new notebooks earlier!
If anyone has any comments I'd be grateful.
Thanks for dropping by. See you soon.
Andrea

Here goes!

Well, this is it. My first post on my new blog. At the moment I'm trying to prepare for creative writing. I'm like a child about to start school. I want a new pencil case with all new pens and pencils for my first day. However, as I'm a grown up now and have more than enough pens and pencils, I have bought myself new notebooks to use on the course. Not only that, I wrote in one this morning. I had a go at my first freewrite. Isn't it hard! My other job (it is my other job since I became a writer!) is a teaching assistant and we're always banging on to the kids that they must plan their work and there I was totally unplanned not worrying about punctuation and the like. I'm sure it will become easier. I'm still working on another OU course so can't throw myself into the preparations for A215 as far as I'd like but have promised myself some sort of writing exercise every day. The good news for me is that hopefully I will improve before launch day, the bad news is you'll have to suffer me blogging about it.