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bikes in U of M bike rack

bikes in U of M bike rack

This last weekend, Midwest Mountaineering had an Outdoor Adventure Expo. There were sales inside the store (where it was an absolute zoo) and a tent setup where vendors of snow shoes, ski equipment and winter camping gear filled the space. There were also tourism and vacation agencies hawking their services: parks, trails and winter event information: groups trying to stop sulfide mining and other groups like MORC (Minnesota Off-road Cyclists).  Aaannnddd, there were one hour presentations on Saturday and Sunday that took place in a couple buildings on the U of M campus.

For the next few days, I’ll post about some of the presentations I went to. The first workshop I attended  was on “Travel and Adventure Writing” with Shelby Gonzales.

Shelby  had three writing techniques for us to try:

1. Story Matrix

First Shelby had us think of an activity we’ve done or a destination that we were to plug into the top of the matrix. In the left column were questions to answer. The questions help you think of a twist for your story as it brings out what was special about your experience that will make people want to read it. Below is my example.

First time mountain biking at ladies night at Hillside
Tried something new Went mountain biking
Failed at something Couldn’t go more than a few yards without putting a foot down
Unexpected experience Despite inexperience and fear, I also felt very excited, like this is something I can actually do. I was able to do things on the mountain bike I could never do on my townie bike.
Went someplace cool Hillside mountain biking trail has the reputation of being pretty tough and not a beginner course

2. Word Dash

This was a free-writing exercise that I’m pretty used to doing already. We were to take what we’d come up with in the Story Matrix and use the writing prompt Shelby provided.

The rules:

  • Hand doesn’t stop moving until timer dings
  • Stuck? Write the prompt again and again until something comes
  • Don’t think just write

The prompt we were given was: I remember…

I didn’t come up with anything worth repeating so let’s move on to the next exercise.

mountain biking

3. Memory Mining

We were to take an event and use one the following words to mine as much of what that word brought forth as we could. The words were:

  • Hear
  • Taste
  • Touch
  • Smell
  • Feel (emotion)
  • Expect
  • Meet

I chose to write about trail riding in Patagonia, Arizona and used the phrase “when I hear”.

  • When I hear the crunching of hooves on the stones and the grit  of a dry wash, I think of the old west. I look up at the dirt walls on the left and right and the rocky cliffs, wondering if anything wild, man or beast, is hiding up there waiting to pounce.
  • When I hear the shale dropping away from under my horse’s feet to the bottom of the hill below, I throw my trust to the horse, who knows how to navigate this world better than I do. (He’s my nieces horse and I’m trusting he’s as smart and talented as she is. )
  • When I hear my horse’s hooves slide and seek solid ground to dig into, I wonder whether we will soon be racing down the hill like “The Man from Snowy River”, minus the snow and the whip and the slow motion that made the movie scene a thrilling and beautiful thing instead of the scrambling panic in the imagination of a Minnesota flatland girl.

horses in Arizona

And here are a few things to remember if you are a photographer, writer or video movie maker:

Don’t let your goal of telling a story mean that you are buried in a notebook, computer, or camera. Don’t let telling a story blind you from living the story.  Be sure to spend as much time looking for real instead of through the lens of your creation.

Remember that writing or photography is a gift to people who haven’t experienced what you are experiencing. It is a way for you to let someone who may never get to do what you are doing know what it might be like if they were right there with you.

Happy Monday! May your week start off  with a whiz bang bundle of peace and happiness.

night skyline

night skylineThe post below began with this writing prompt, a few sentences taken from a short story called “The Raw Brunettes” by Lorraine Schein: “The Raw Brunettes sometimes run through the night, howling in their secret language at the moon. Or they ride on their black motorcycles, dark tresses flayed by the night air, skirts hitched up to show…”

I would have liked to do more with it, but short on time, and sticking to the spirit of just getting “it” down, here it is…

The Grungy Grays sometimes walk through the night, howling in their secret language at the moon. Or they ride on a hodge podge of mountain bikes, road bikes, and falling apart bikes, their graying hair flashing like sparks in the moonlight. They wear skirts hitched up over wild patterned leggings covering not so delicate thighs.

These legs were made for biking
And that’s just what they’ll do.
One of these days these legs are going to
Carry us to the moon.

They ride through the night, bike lights flashing, reminding them of the strobe lights they well remember from their bar hopping, dancing days. Their laughs are not ladylike titters but bellowing guffaws and nose snorts. Half a dozen bracelets, leather and metal, jangle from each woman’s arms. While knee high boots circle in a blur on sets of rotating pedals.

As they pass by houses, people look out to see what the commotion is all about. Vertical blinds are quickly drawn and behind them, people shake their heads. But once in awhile, another woman looks out, and dreams a grungy gray dream.

The pack of Grays move further into town. Not much of a town really. Because these aren’t city girls. Where they live, there are mostly bars with bad food that if eaten, guarantees a sleepless night. Not that they sleep much anyway, but they do try to stack the cards in their favor. Two Scoops is still open and with miles to go before they sleep, they deserve a cone filled with Coconut Almond Bliss, Dark Side of the Moon, or Carmel Chaos.

Rejuvenated, they head toward the river – ten women, forming a silhouette in the lights of the dam. They pause and listen to the sound of falling water and breathe in the combination of fish mixed with automobile exhaust, then continue on, spinning their gray-silver magic into the night.

magical forest

magical forest
Just for fun, because I could use some right now. Can’t everyone? I’ve decided to take a bit of a story as a writing prompt and see where it takes me. I invite others who like to amuse themselves with words and imaginings to play along, and hope you’ll post a bit of what you come up with.

In other words, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.

The following excerpt comes from a short story called “The Raw Brunettes” by Lorraine Schein. I found it in the book “Wild Women,” a collection of short stories edited by Sue Thomas. There are so many parts to this story that make me smile that it’s difficult to choose which sentences to use for an imagination kickstart, but I think this will do…

“The Raw Brunettes sometimes run through the night, howling in their secret language at the moon. Or they ride on their black motorcycles, dark tresses flayed by the night air, skirts hitched up to show…”

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