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I've got two on the go at the moment. I've got one about my father in 1974, based on one of his old drinking stories, at the stampede. This one's been drafted a couple times and I'm waiting on some friends' commentaries on it before I do another rewrite. I tried to structure it around an old Lawrence Ferlinghetti poem - my dad's favourite poet - but I'm not sure how successful it was.
The other one's about a dinner party where one person doesn't show up, and the resulting chaos. We'll see with this one, it returns to some older stylistic tics but I'm trying to refine my style now that I've graduated from the creative writing program; figure out what I learned that I want to keep and what needs to be adjusted. It's mostly a dialogue/character piece and I'll see how it goes. In the midst of the first draft. |
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