Here's a link back to part 1 if you haven't read it already:
W-W Presents: De-Cliche Your Romance!I had a lot of fun with the Halloween contest Workshop, and I think we got a lot of good critiques in; so, huzzah! But now this train is back on its usual track.
Before we start in on this much-anticipated workshop (most highly-voted in our previous poll), I'm going to put a quick word out about our current status: tromacom, Shuriken95, and I have been running this on our own for the past few months, (with Beccalicious having had her baby ) and we'd love some workshop host volunteers! So if anyone has an idea for a workshop, send it in a note, and we'll try to get you all set up to host.
Okay, so, that PSA outta the way...I'd like to talk to you about:
:iconbigheartplz: :iconcuteheartplz: :iconcupidplz: :iconbigloveplz:LOVE :iconbigloveplz: :iconcupidplz: :iconcuteheartplz: :iconbigheartplz:
Specifically, romantic love. It can be ooey-and-gooey, sweet and innocent, lustful, dangerous, sexy, or even traumatic. It's one of the most universal emotional experi
Okay. So. Your task for part 2! Look in the gallery and critique at least 2 pieces. You can do this even if you didn't submit anything during part 1 But, I'd especially like you to if you did submit to part 1, because I want everyone to get a decent amount of feedback.
Things to keep in mind...
...did you show, not tell?
...did you use the metaphor creatively?
...was the poem cohesive?
After getting critiqued, think about it, and revise your poem . Let us know what you changed!
For your fiction pieces, keep in mind the CAST...
...were the CHARACTERS interesting and believeable?
...did the ACTION (plot) unfold at a good pace? Was there foreshadowing?
...was the SETTING interesting, visible? Did it add to the mood?
...what was the THEME? How was it underscored?
The part 2 revision prompt for the story writers is this: examine the real emotions and actions that happened in your true prose piece, and see if how they could fit in a fictional story.
If you don't know where to start critiquing, some pieces submitted have none or only a few comments, so start there!
Fairytale Kiss"You didn't have to follow me out here." I say. The magical bond that is now between us tells me who has followed me, even before I hear the rustle of dry leaves and twigs tangled in his hair. The leshii smiles his quiet smile. Silence lingers between us.
"I don't want a slave." I say, my voice desperate to fill it. "I never..." A finger, warm against my lips, interrupts my thoughts.
"I know." Silvijn replies calmly. His finger drops away. "It had to be done. One of us had to show ourselves completely in your power in a way that is characteristic of you. You couldn't have watched a sacrifice. The enslaving was the closest I could come to a sacrifice, the closest I dared come, else you might have ruined all by your horror." The leshii smiles at me.
"You aren't the queen the fae want, but I know you're the queen we need. We need compassion, not cruelty, and you are that balanced justice of empathy that we as a people have forgotten." He tells me. I allow the silence to linger now, watchi
safety switchit's hard
when the boyfriend-around-the-corner
asks why you don't have a partner
to twist and twirl and
move you until you are
one eye, one eye
a crumbling paperwight apartment,
he is made out of stone
sits still for too long
and wears away
each time you meet
Cold AchesI have never been so jealous in my life. It's an alarming and unpleasant emotion, though my envy is not accompanied by resentment. How could I resent your snaggle-toothed banshee? She has better claim to your attention than I do and has all the advantages of proximity I lack, being roughly four thousand miles distant and five timezones removed from you.
Poor cold banshee! She comes to you for warmth, I think. How well I know that you are perpetually warm and thereby ever irritable about the touch of my nose or fingers, which seem always cool! Even you suffer in winter's chill now though, snuggling into the comfort of jackets, hoodies, and vivid purple blankets that remind you of old ladies. They remind me of Laura Numeroff books, as our conversation follows the same pattern time and again when you pull on your hat, your "hobo" gloves, and that bright "cats'" blanket.
Give Magpie a blanket to warm his knees and it will remind him of old ladies. Once so reminded, he will want to talk
Dandelion LoveYour love infects my garden.
Once a mosaic of colour,
is now a sea of yellow.
I forget to feel red,
to taste green,
to dream in silver.
Because all is yellow.
All is you.
That's it! That's all I have to say on this workshop. We have no workshop lined up for next month, but if you're in the Christmas spirit, check out ThornyEnglishRose's Christmas Story contest!
Personally, I'm in more of a, "AGHSGAHHfinals!" kinda mood, but that's just me.
If you have an idea for a workshop you'd like to see, or you'd like to host one, be sure to drop us a note!