Maggie Bolton was at the helm last night and, no less than expected, did a sterling job tapping the creative juices of the group, beginning with a 20 minute writing frenzy continuing 4 snippets of stories that she began.
The first story started; “We crept to the very edge and peered down” which elicited some very fertile ideas. The next was Nade the alien who “stared longingly out the viewing port at the young Earthlings”. Quickly, in Nade’s footsteps, (or should I say drooplesteps?) the treacle bomb exploded, followed by the story of the vast, unbelievably bigger than a big thing. Finally, there was the boy who “took a deep breath and …”
The read back was inspirational on every level. There is probably absolutely no cause for alarm, having a fertile imagination is good. No, really it is.
The story that piqued most imaginations was Nade the Alien with his drooples. So, after tea break, Maggie encouraged some brain-storming, building a storyboard on Nade’s character, his situation, and location, but most poignant was the enthusiastic discussion on what his “drooples” might be. This caused much hilarity and, as might be predicted, plunged down into depths of depravity which was summed up by the incredulous voice from the cheap seats stating “a group of adults sitting indoors on a bitterly cold night are discussing the Mongolian word for penis”.
Every day we learn something new and one never knows when that knowledge might come in handy.
Linda Jones