Allo’ Allo!

I’m currently in the process of writing a little ditty with Ms. Reana Malori that per our writing challenge instructions is going to be a madcap, whimsical, romance (not quite verbatim but you get my point). We’ve gone back and forth about what type of characters we want and what all that “madcap, whimsical, romance” will look like and I’m totally in the groove. So much so, that my creative synapses started firing and stories began to clutter my marginally large head (okay it’s pretty big but my broad shoulders balance it out) and guess what I’ve discovered, when not prompted I seem to have lost my ability to create something whimsical.

I start off pretty fun and then it’s as if I hop off the romantic comedy path and end up in the deep dark forest where shadows lurk and ghastly deeds are waiting to happen. I’ve got characters killing each other, and I’ve got societies turning in on themselves, and when I sit back and give it a hard stare I’ve noticed that what I’ve got is the reality of the world in which I live, and it really makes me feel like a Debbie Downer.  Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea of creating something thoughtful, a piece of writing that causes the reader to reflect on the human condition (however I’m describing it), and feel moved. I appreciate that as a reader myself but I also want a little fun and a little bit of naughty.

So I’m sending up a flare and hoping through the process of writing this new challenge my whimsical will find its way back to me, and decide that it’s going to stay, at least for awhile.