Praise be to www.meetup.com ! This week I went to a creative writers evening in a city centre cafe. Friendly people, well-organised, and a very enjoyable “Stimmung” (atmosphere). Lots of envelopes packed full of prompts, ideas for a story.
Here’s the prompt I selected.
This presented a challenge for me.
- I’m not a woman.
- I’m not very experienced at writing “He said… she said… tears rolling down to her chin…” prose.
Then I thought of SJ, an ex-girlfriend of mine from decades ago and a diatribe of a voicemail she left me when our relationship ended, full of invective and sarcasm. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Bingo! I had my material to respond to this prompt. Thirty minutes later I read out my piece. It gets a laugh. And another one. And another. Phew, the people are either very polite, or they got the dark humour and digs at the Family Values Member of Parliament.
The expression, comedy dystopia, was then coined by one of the other attendees.
I like that expression.
1984 as a satirical comedy?
The Trial as a musical?
Feel free to stick any ideas or complete manuscripts into your nearest postbox.
Have a dystopic day, won’t you!