Exercise 2.3 Represent yourself

Exercise 2.3

  • Have a go at representing yourself on the page. Have fun with it, as Winterson did with her character.
  • Sit with your notebook before a mirror.
  • Start with your listing technique to get you going, then allow your free write to go in whatever direction it wants.
  • Read it through. Use your red pen and highlighter as you did for the previous exercise, before creating a new draft. Name and save your work.

 

Take about an hour to do this.

 

Exercise 2.3 first draft after rough notes

 

When I was fourteen, a beautician came to our Youth Club and said my face was a perfect oval shape and my skin was beautiful, in front of everyone! It probably remains the biggest boost to moral in the last 62 years.

The shape hasn’t changed but there has been a gravity attack.

The outer fabric has drooping folds, there are pleats around the eyelids and puckers around the mouth.  There are pockets in the eye sockets and the colour seems to have run.

The colourless eyelashes are still there but now more combs than brushes. Other features remain in their appropriate places although in todays fashion world the lips are sadly lacking that popular fat clown effect.

The large blue-grey eyes still glare out at me, but now from large blue-grey frames, all the better to pick out the Grandma bristles which sprout too often from my chin.

The hair is blond now, almost naturally. Still fine and straight. I like to think the cut, once referred to as institutional short, is more of an Anna Wintour Power Bob.

I’m still a classic size 12 and as my height in inches is the same number as my weight in kilos, every horizontal  1“slice of me could weigh exactly I kg.

 

 

Green and red to change

When I was fourteen, a beautician came to our Youth Club and said my face was a perfect oval shape and my skin was beautiful, in front of everyone! It probably remains the biggest boost to moral in the last 62 years.

The shape hasn’t changed but there has been a gravity attack.

The outer fabric has drooping folds, there are pleats around the eyelids and puckers around the mouth.  There are pockets in the eye sockets and the colour seems to have run.

The colourless eyelashes are still there but now more combs than brushes. Other features remain in their appropriate places although in todays fashion world the lips are sadly lacking that popular fat clown effect.

The large blue-grey eyes still glare out at me, but now from large blue-grey frames, all the better to pick out the Grandma bristles which sprout too often from my chin.

The hair is blond now, almost naturally. Still fine and straight. I like to think the cut, once referred to as institutional short, is more of an Anna Wintour Power Bob.

I’m still a classic size 12 and as my height in inches is the same number as my weight in kilos, every horizontal  1“slice of me could weigh exactly I kg.

 

Second draft

When I was fourteen, a beautician came to our Youth Club and said my face was a classic Greek oval shape and my skin texture was a perfect piece of fabric, in front of everyone! It probably remains the biggest lift to my self-esteem in the last sixty-two years.

The shape is still oval but there has been a gravity attack.

The outer fabric has drooping folds, there are pleats around the eyelids and puckers around the mouth.  There are pockets in the eye sockets and the colour seems to have run.

The sexy blue-grey eyes still glare out at me, but now from not-entirely-sexy blue-grey frames, all the better to pick out the Grandma bristles which sprout too often from my chin. These seem to have slipped down from higher up as the remaining colourless eyelashes, grimly hanging on, are now more toothless combs than luscious brushes.

Other features remain in their appropriate location including my eyebrows. As I felt they were already well situated, I have not had them removed and re-drawn. I will never grace the front page of Vogue magazine as my lips have not been blown up in the popular ‘clown’ style.

The hair is blond now, almost naturally. Still fine and straight as a magazine margin. I like to think the style, once referred to as ‘institutional short’, is more of an Anna Wintour Power Bob.

Drooping a little, I persistently struggle to retain a classic size twelve below my classic oval visage. I realise my height in inches is the same number as my weight in kilos so every horizontal one inch slice of me could weigh exactly one kilo.