Rosemary Nissen-Wade: Aussie poet and teacher of metaphysics – a personal view
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Saturday, February 12, 2011

Writer's Journal (exercise): Rubber Gloves

The name Ansell springs to mind. That’s a brand name but it could be the name of a character in a story. What genre is it? With a topic like rubber gloves, it could be about midwifery. Hmm, I don’t think so. How about crime? Someone wears rubber gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints. Or it could be a horror story. Under the rubber gloves were two dismembered hands, still bleeding. It would be difficult to use them in a romance unless it was a porn story, and we won’t go there,. A medical romance, perhaps? The handsome young doctor peeled off his rubber gloves turned to the pretty young nurse and said…..

So it may be true that you can adapt anything to any genre. War story? The only thing left after the bomb hit was an old pair of rubber gloves at the bottom of the metal laundry trough. Yes, you can do it with anything.

Children’s story. Once upon a time there were these two little rubber gloves called Ansell and Coles.

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