I Write

How are you creative?

Blogs obviously, poetry as seen on the blogs, but I’m about to return to my first love: playwriting.

One thing that makes me uncomfortable is tackling life’s issues through writing. It often feels like focusing on the negative and a teensy bit lecturing. I hope it doesn’t come across that way as I do it because I truly do care about others. It’s just kind of ‘not me’ writing.

With a play I can give you choices: to laugh; to be inspired to look at the world in a different way; to do both.

If someone comes out saying it was pure comedy, having missed the subtle points, with their friends telling them they missed the point, I would go over and say:

No they haven’t, not at all, they’ve had fun and a good laugh, their energy has lifted, they got it exactly right. So did you.

Competition

My husband saw a playwriting competition advertised a couple of weeks ago, I looked into it, and I’m going to re-write my favourite play.

It’s about 20 years old and needs updating to make it relevant. I’m excited to be doing this.

I’ll keep you posted.

No I’m not going to tell you what it’s about, that would ruin everything.

It is the most off the wall plot that’s ever appeared in my mind, from an ether with an apparently terrific sense of humour and a devious mind.

Or that might be me.

It’s just that when writing appears that I know is going to be good, the only way I can explain it is that it appears in the air around my head, complete, and I know the plot from beginning to end.

My self-help book wasn’t like that, it was written over time, it’s my life story in the form of my recovery from mental heath issues and the screwed up people that caused them. Not the grot! It still surprises me when I read it because it’s really good, and I can say that because it doesn’t feel like I wrote it. I literally don’t know what’s coming next. The muse just had to take a less immediate path.

I enjoy being able to humorise and dramatise life far more, or work it out through in a poem.

Wish me luck 💖

Deb xx

Have a wonderful festive season.

If auntie is annoying, the brussel sprouts are soggy, the tv goes on the fritz, the kids are impossible, and the cat totals the Christmas tree, remember, that’s just grist to the writer’s mill!