Build Your Confidence - Who Am I? (Part 1 and 2) - Creative Writing


Part 2

  • Using the same painting and imagining you are the character created in Who am I - Part 1, make some notes about your character using the following questions. Remember to answer the questions “in character” not as yourself.  You will be using the answers to these questions in Step 2


  • What is your name?
  • What do you look like?
  • What is your voice like?
  • What is your accent like?
  • What is your home like? 
  • Who do you live with? Or do you live alone?
  • Which is your favourite room in your home and why?
  • What is your favourite object in your house? Where did it come from?
  • Write about something you have never done but would like to do
  • Who is your best friend? Write something about that person.
  • Do you have a pet?
  • Who do you most admire and why?
  • What is your greatest fear?
  • What do you long for? Write about one thing.
  • What special skills do you have?


Step 2: Letter of introduction

  • Write a letter to somebody, introducing your-self (in character). Use your answers to the questions in previous step as a guide

A letter shows us a different form to write in. It gives the piece of writing a focus and offers the writer an imaginary reader.


Title Of Your Creative Writing

Your Creative Writing



A letter of Introduction (inspired by ‘Piccadilly Fog’ by Liam Spencer)

My name is Paul Smith I am known by other alias (Due to scams I have undertaken in the past) I wouldn’t describe myself as handsome, as I have choleric features and several scars suffered in knife fights. As such I am not particularly employable either, most of my recidivist activities are as yet undiscovered. But crime is crime all the same. It soaks into your skin like indelible grime and gives you a stripy top shine.  I currently sharing a two bedroom flat with a heroin dealer called Brian Finley. He has a steady fan base of loyal customers and is more or less legit. That is to say his heroin is quite pure and fairly priced. Having an iron gate at the front door keeps out any potential marauders.  At night I go to the gardens, selling pills and other drugs onto street people. A bit of sag or smoke makes the night on the streets pass much better. That’s more or less it. I’m more or less a career criminal, more or less doomed to continue like this. Places like job centres aren’t really for me. They’re like houses that are empty, there’s no real opportunity here.  I suppose my greatest fear is who I am now. I vaguely remember being a lovely young boy (many moons ago) Now I don’t matter. The only Queen I am subject to is the statue of Victoria. I don’t suppose she likes the new empire.


Liam Michael Hunt


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