Proof that Writing is Therapy

“So many books, so little time.” This Frank Zappa quote rang true for all of us on World Book Day. The ladies had all gathered at The Art House Café on Thursday, by eleven o’clock in the morning. Soon enough, armed with coffee, tea, and cakes, all of us got started talking on what we did over the month. Some of us read more, and some of us wrote more, but we all had something wonderful to share.

Jo started off with a stunning script on the refugee situation, and how an idealistic world would perceive living situations and the immigration status in futuristic Britain. It’s often the seed that’s most critical to theatre scripts, and this piece was off to a great start. Joanna and Rhiannon read the lines of dialogue for all of us, kudos to your theatrical expression too! 🙂  Lynn had a wonderful piece on a prompt that Joanna had provided. A wonderful and engaging dialogue ensued between the left and right feet, that cracked the whole room up. Julie’s rhyming couplets was inspired by an article that she had read on immigrants being asked to take an ‘immigration oath’. This combined with hours of beautiful walks in the park with her dog, turned into powerful, evocative, and profound couplets, almost delivering a punch, that still lingered even for hours after we’d finished the workshop.

Rhiannon had a power-packed piece under her sleeve (on her iPad, I was kidding), with the words “I’m never a resident here” digging the dagger in, a truly forceful piece. Claire had a soul-stirring piece on death, giving one a third person perspective, detailing how helpless we all are if someone we know has lost someone they love. Despite death being personal, the magnitude of not being able to say anything comforting was beautifully highlighted in Claire’s piece, that echoed with all of us. Liz had two pieces- one was again based on the ‘feet’ prompt, and another moving poem titled ‘The End’. We just can’t seem to say enough of Liz’s poetry, she’s a natural 🙂

Just like we’d done with the Saturday group, we had the same exercise on POV, including Pixar’s rules on storytelling. However, despite having similar exercises for two different groups, we always noticed that the results are completely different, and have different forms of reasoning. Out of the fairytales, we had the following:

 

Lynn and Julie chose to tell the story of Beauty & the Beast from the perspective of Belle’s father who has a delinquent daughter, and dropped some think-bombs on all of us by making us wonder why the father was single, and how the mother has never been mentioned in the story. Truly, creative indeed. Three pairs of ladies, chose the Wolf, but in every context, the Wolf was motivated by something different. In one piece, he was motivated by Hunger, and in the other two, by Boredom and Loneliness. It’s spectacular how the human brain works. Coming out with different perspectives was the point of this exercise, and I think we can all pat ourselves on the back to have been able to do this successfully.

We had the ‘pea under the mattress’ exercise again, and while some of gained some distance from what bothered us, some of us needed closure and braced the pea under the mattress. Some of us found it hard to start, but then suddenly it all came pouring in, while some of us knew just what we needed to write about. But ultimately, with this kind of free-writing exercise summing up as therapy, we realised, no matter how or what we write, we cannot control what others think, and that it doesn’t matter either. With this note, we’d like to thank all of you ladies for sharing your stories with us. It’s truly been wonderful, and hope to see you next month when we discuss characters 🙂

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