Ref: pages 40 and 41 of the text by Robert Olmstead.

1. List five activities, such as building a miniature cabin, that can begin on a small scale and grow to a larger one.
   Painting a small canvas to painting a mural on a wall.
   Planting a garden to farming a plot.
   Learning to play then competing to be a champion.
   Making dinner for ten, then opening a restaurant.
   Telling a story, then writing a book.
2. Select one activity and allow that to shape your character in a paragraph.
   Brigid started young, drumming her fingers on the kitchen table much to her mother’s dismay. Her father bought her a signal horn when she turned six but it was accidentally stepped on, two days later. Drums proved to be equal to horns when creating an amateur racket. Then at the age of twelve, she found the harp at the cathedral. The old midwife showed her where to place her hands and how to sit the stool. Within a month Brigid was drawing a crowd.
3. Rewrite the example in exercise two. Have her star out with her grand design and reduce it by increments.
   She saved all of her tips and bought a smaller, portable harp from a traveling merchant, and hitched a ride. Cyrdwynn she named her, and together they traveled over game trails through farmlands to lush city taverns. Brigid and Cyrdwynn crossed over and back, all across Hiraeth. As the road took its toll on her feet and knees, they made a much smaller tour, hitting all the comfy spots. Now, babysitting in her sister’s cottage she plays for an audience of one and the crowd couldn’t be sweeter.

Brigid started young, drumming her fingers on the kitchen table, much to her mother’s dismay. Her father bought her a signal horn when she turned six but it was accidentally stepped on, two days later. Drums proved to be equal to horns when creating an amateur racket. Then at the age of twelve, she found the harp at the cathedral. The old midwife showed her where to place her hands and how to sit the stool. Within a month Brigid was drawing a crowd.
She saved all of her tips and bought a smaller, portable harp from a traveling merchant, and hitched a ride. Cyrdwynn she named her, and together they traveled over game trails, through farmlands, to lush city taverns. Brigid and Cyrdwynn crossed over and back, all across Hiraeth. As the road took its toll on her feet and knees, they made a much smaller tour, hitting all the comfy spots. Now, babysitting in her sister’s cottage she plays for an audience of one and the crowd couldn’t be sweeter.