This Friday I had two work-shopping sessions at
university. One was for a ‘fairy tale’ piece and the other was for this sci-fi
short that I'm now hoping to take further. Now for those who know me, know that I fall flat on my face when it
comes to reading work out, particularly my own. So luckily for me, my work was
read out by others and I didn’t have to stare at a page overflowing with text,
but was able to…
Gauge my audience.
Now, quite bluntly, I don’t understand why I have never
thought to do this kind of experiment before – maybe because it’s slightly voyeuristic?
I don’t know. Did it help? Probably.
So I was having my first piece – the demented ‘fairy tale’
one – read out, and I couldn’t help but look around instead of at the words
that I had already browsed through too many times. Now this particular piece
ended up transforming into essentially, concrete poetry, and as soon as it did;
I could tell. Because my audience and my reader were surprised and even
revitalised. It was different and that’s what I liked and loathed so much about
it. Now in this particular case, that became a dividing moment. Some people
became more interested, while others stopped reading the text and just listened
in order to decipher the images.
Now for my second piece – the sci-fi one – I was entirely
unsure of the reception it’d receive. It was essentially a first draft but had a
frame narrative induced twist that I loved. But deep down, I knew that I wasn’t
so sure on the piece, because I frankly hadn't obsessed over this one. So some
guys began to read it for me (cheers again for that) and I could tell some
things were hitting the okay notes, others the cringe-inducing ones and then
there was the climax – and I crap you not – the guy reading it just said, “Whoa.
Shit.” once he got to a certain part. Then he got to the twist of resolution
and there was this all round silence, the pleasant un-awkward type where you ingest what
you’ve just read and go on to talk about it.
Just remember, facial expressions are often underrated. You can fake
them – I know – but when readers get lost in a piece, they get lost, and from my studying readers often tend to react as if they were there in the flesh.
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