Rin Warburton iReflect

As mentioned in my week seven reflection, the three chapters about the New Year's party are some of my favourites that I have written. In these two parts, I was particularly proud of how I was able to flesh out the location of the space where Alex grew up and where he exists. I drew inspiration from growing up in a rural community and how I interacted with my friends' animals for the scene with Alex, Mark and the cow Beatrice. I'm very happy with their conversation they have there about New Year's resolutions, as I think it's important to remember that part of getting better is getting worse, but I also understand that Alex's character is impatient and wouldn't agree with Mark on his point of view. The part that I am most proud of across both chapters is the description of Mark on the roof. I'm not usually good at giving physical descriptions of my characters, as a lot of the time even I don't know what they look like. However, for Mark, I had a ve...

This time of the year                   12:18 tomorrow morning                         is beautiful.                                                         I don’t dread it.                   You meet me on the roof                                   ...

The stars are bright at 12:18 tomorrow morning when we ran together through the field. Not 12:18 exactly { I didn’t have a watch. } But we were lying there for quite a while our fingers were rtwi       inte         ned. I don’t think I love you { what of love? } that’s barely important. Listen to the wind in the grass at roughly 12:18   tomorrow morning. x Alex’s first thought upon waking up was that he hadn’t slept for long enough. When he turned his head, his chin smacked against something hard and he heard Mark swear under his breath. He only realised once Mark started to disentangle himself from Alex’s body that they had been tightly wound around each other in Alex’s bed. It was still dark outside, the room lit up by Mark checking the time on his phone. “Why’d you have to wake me up at fucking four in the morning?” he said, dropping his phone and sinking ...