You weren’t born with dark inside
You were born a burning sun
One I thought would never burn out;
You were always the strong one.
You weren’t born with dark inside
You were born a shining star
A brilliant, constant beacon,
At the moment, you still are.
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This post is about a walk around Langcliffe, a little village in the Yorkshire Dales. As you can see, I have attempted to draw out the route on a map – or two, in fact. I don’t know if I’ve got it exactly right, but the general gist is there. And I used the satellite image rather than an actual map because I personally find them easier to work with, and this is my personal blog. I don’t know if it’s actually helpful.
But this isn’t a proper walking blog. If you do feel like doing any of the walks I describe you should definitely check the route with a better source first.
So, you start in the village car park, which is always a handy place to start a walk. Leading out is a little lane going out of the village. You walk some way along there, before climbing over a stile on the left-hand side into a field. Then it’s across the fields, continuing in the same general direction, until the path turns into more of a track, which goes through a gate. Langcliffe is on the railway – though it doesn’t have a station – and by this point you’ve been running parallel with the line for a while, but now is when you really end up next to it.
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I’m kind of surprised that I don’t seem to have a post on Foulridge Reservoir, but given I recently walked around it I will remedy that. Although it’s not a very long post because it’s a very simple walk.
Foulridge is a village in east Lancashire, and is actually home to multiple reservoirs, but I’m referring to Foulridge Lower Reservoir, which is the largest and is the one which feeds into the canal, and the others are to feed into this one. It’s also called Lake Burwain, but I’ve never actually heard anyone call it that.
Anyway. On this occasion we did the walk differently to usual. Normally we’d walk down Langroyd Road, where a path breaks off that leads down to the reservoir, walk round the reservoir to the sailing club, then either continue on around the other side or go back into Foulridge proper along the road. This time we started at the sailing club. You can park on Reedymoor Lane and walk up to the reservoir from there.
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This was supposed to be a post about writing believable and effective dialogue, but it’s ended up being more about the various purposes dialogue can serve in a story. And very rambly. I promise when I’m actually writing a story I don’t ramble so much – or at least, it gets cut out in the redraft. But I think it’s slightly more acceptable in a blog, if it’s all mostly on-topic. That’s my excuse.
Anyway, I did delete the several paragraphs of introduction, so I’ll dive right in now. What purpose can dialogue serve?
It can be used to give exposition, tell the reader some information about the characters, the setting, or the backstory. A common writing tip I see is that slipping details into dialogue is better than just putting an infodump in the narrative, and it is. But for the first tip I will give here, I’ll say that it’s quite easy to fall into a trap of still doing an infodump, just in dialogue, which I’d say is worse, just because it’s hard to write it in a way that feels warranted and not clunky.
Another problem that can come up – and indeed double up with the infodumping – is characters telling eachother things they already know. That seems an obvious thing not to do, but I’ve certainly found myself tempted to have a character say something like “Remind me again what the plan is?”, or “So what’s the deal with that place again?”. I don’t think that’s automatically terrible, but you can only have so many forgetful characters before it starts to become a bit conspicuous. This is one reason why so many works have a newcomer character who doesn’t know a lot more – if anything – about the situation than the readers, and therefore needs a lot of things explaining to them.
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No matter what happened to you
You never felt afraid,
You laughed at the thought of danger
You thought you were so brave.
But really, you were arrogant;
You thought nothing could touch you,
You saw the world as a playground
And you never had a clue
That you were heading for deep water.
Continue reading “Poetry – Deep Water”