Introduction: In this blog i am writing a nonfiction scene about my present life. I used the articles What is Creative Nonfiction? (Lee Gutkind) | Making Scenes in Memoir (Lee Martin) to use to help me write my scene. This scene was at a place called ERRF. ERRF stands for East coast reprap festival and it is basically a 3d printing convention.
As my best friend Dennis and I walk up to the community center in Belair Maryland we couldn’t contain our excitement. We planned for this moment months prior and now the moment was finally here. I open the door with my 3d printed prop gun in hand and approach the desk where two women sat with smiles on their faces. We hear the sounds of chatter and machines running on the gym floor below. We quickly sign in and receive our tickets and head down the stairs. Surprisingly the gym didn’t smell like an average gym, instead the scent of the gym was of maple syrup, yes i said maple syrup. You see when a 3d printer prints with a filament called PLA it emits a scent of maple syrup because it is made with cornstarch. The first thing we see as we exit the stairwell is rows and rows of tables with 3d printers of all shapes and sizes and 3d prints that range from multiple colors, multiple materials, to prints the size of a table itself. We look around to figure out what to look at first and we approach a booth that is three tables long and filled with projects of all different types like an empty spool of filament that was turned into a small garden, and an organizer made out of tic tac bottles. The next booth we walk up to has a 3d printer in a briefcase and a british man. “Would you like to see my portable 3d printer?” the man who Dennis dubbed an MI6 agent says to us. We both eagerly say yes and he folds the printer up and closes the briefcase to show us exactly how to open the printer up and turn it on which is comprised of about ten to fifteen strange and complicated steps i cant entirely explain but it was mind blowing. The next booth we walk up to had to be the best one. As we approach the table we are met with small chirps and buzzes coming from little electronic devices and circuits, and in the very center of the table was a button that says “DO NOT PRESS” so as any curious human would i press the button, but nothing happens. Dennis and i look at each other in confusion because it was obvious that something was supposed to happen but there was no one at the table to provide any insight so we agree to come back later. About half an hour passes and i spot a woman behind the table so we quickly make our way back to the table so we could learn something. The woman who owns the booth has vibrant green hair and out on display on her hands and arms are intricate tattoos. The woman introduces herself as Amie. Amie explains to us that the button that was oh so intriguing isn’t working properly because the floor, meaning the area where the convention is being held, was too loud so you couldn’t hear the noise it made.
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Sabatino
9/18/2018 07:29:42 am
This scene provides details and word choices that connect to your voice and personality. The topic seems inspirational to you as well. Is this an accurate assessment?
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Ray Cabance
9/20/2018 02:00:15 pm
Great use of words that paint a visual of the scene. I felt how busy it was. The transitioning scene from the booth to booth people to people was wonderful. And yes I can taste the maple syrup.
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