<span style="color: #0000ff; font-size: 16pt;"><a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/creative-writing.jpg"><img class="alignleft wp-image-4772 size-thumbnail" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2018/01/creative-writing-200x158.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="158" /></a>Different Points of View</span>
This session was aimed at getting us to write from a different point of view. As previously there are a series of warm up exercises and in the middle a discussion about first, second and third person narratives. First person being “I”; second is “you” and third is he/she or a person’s name. I didn’t know any of this and found it difficult to get my head round it whereas the literary types in the group were very familiar with writing from different points of view.

We had to pick a phrase and then write something:
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><em>Behind my back... there is a world of experiences. So much behind me, it is impossible to remember it all in detail and quite futile to even bother trying.</em></span>
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><em>In front of me there is a huge black hole of the unknown that I’m drawn into whether I like it or not. Many parallel universes that beckon me, each on dependent on every decision I take from this moment forward. Just as every decision behind my back brought me to where I am now – to this moment in time; this minute, this second, the only moment that really exists – now!</em></span>

The tutor then gave out cards with an item written on it and we had to write from that items point of view. Although she said she had shuffled the cards I got the feeling she had selected this card especially for me:
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><em><a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/marilyn-munroes-brafeb18.jpg"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-4839" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/marilyn-munroes-brafeb18-200x133.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="133" /></a>It’s dark and smells wonderful then suddenly there’s a rush and light floods my space. A hand caresses me and then flicks me into the air. I’m slowly placed into position across her ample flesh and tightened from behind. I’m working again, an uplifting experience for us both. She pushes and prods at me so that everything is in place and comfortable. She pouts into the mirror, turns this way and that before stepping into that famous white flouncy dress. We’re ready Mr President... (Marilyn Monroe’s Bra)</em></span>
When I read it to the group it raised a few laughs and everybody guessed who I was.

Finally we had to write a longer piece from a different point of view. I chose to be a nervous Boris bike in London.
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><em><a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/boris-bikesfeb18.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-4838" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/boris-bikesfeb18-200x150.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="150" /></a>I’m bored! I’ve been parked here for over two hours and nothing has happened. Oh, hang on, I’m being approached. A thin, blond woman in Lycra. She’s got potential. Yes! She’s unlocked me. At last I’m going for a spin but where to? Ok, ok take it easy; bit of a wobbly start – is this your first time? No? Ok steady it and now we’ve got momentum. Down the slope, Past Prince Albert on the right and out towards Hyde Park corner. Mind you if she’s this bad in the park what’s she going to be like when we hit traffic? Don’t say “hit”. Here we go – phew nothing coming and we’re into a bus lane. Please, please don’t hit that taxi otherwise I’ll be out of action for months. Brake! Brake! Oh my god! Is it me or are these riders getting more gung ho? At last a bit of clear road through Horse Guards and I get to appreciate her warm bum on my seat. For heaven’s sake don’t get distracted – mind on the job; keep rolling and keep upright, that’s all I have to do to survive. Enjoy the rhythm of the pedals, the whoosh of air and the sound of rubber on tarmac. What more is there?</em></span>
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><em>She’s braking; we’re slowing and eventually I’m parked. Marble Arch – not far but far enough and a different aspect of looking across the park until the next punter comes along.</em></span>

I know I’m not going to win any prizes for my writing but that isn’t the point. I enjoy the experience, the challenge and listening to other people’s efforts. I’m already booked onto the next session in March.