In the previous journal entries, I have discussed wanting to show young people how we can use our literary heritage as a springboard for our own creativity. Mary Shelley and Frankenstein inspired me to write a play “Frankenstein’s Revenge”, make two monsters and build The Laboratory. The idea was that I would take the set and the monsters into village halls and perform the play. A creative writing workshop would follow and we would all get writing. The problems came thick and fast when it became obvious that constantly moving The Laboratory was not practical. As if that was not enough, I couldn’t move my dominant arm for pain. It seemed as if Loony Literature was at its own funeral.
However, I am a great believer that there is a way around most problems. If we are writing a piece of fiction, when we hit a problem, we don’t opt for the first solution which comes to mind. We ferret around in our brains hoping to pull out the morsel that might be hidden in a dark corner. However, if we don’t find it, life tends to whack us around the face until we notice the obvious.
It was a normal family setting. I was sitting on the sofa with my teenage son and I had slipped into a character. The pain killers had numbed the pain in my arm so I was feeling happy. Unknown to me, I was too busy sprouting off with nostrils flaring and arms gesticulating, my son was filming me on his laptop. He burned his footage onto a disc and played it on the television. As the rest of the family hadn’t seen my earlier performance, it was met with a bit too much hilarity. As I rolled my eyes upwards and pursed my lips, I realised that I did not have to cart The Laboratory around for Loony Literature to work. I could turn my study into The Laboratory and film the play and the creative writing workshops.
As a solution to The Laboratory presented itself, so did relief from the relentless pain. After doing some research, it seemed that certain tablets from the health shop would help the joints. By this time I was desperate. Although I had been clowning around, I couldn’t carry on with normal life. I took the tablets and expected to wait a month for them to work. I will never know whether the pain went naturally or my body was seriously short of Glucosamine. Within three days, I was so much more comfortable. After a month of pain and not being able to live my life, I suddenly felt as if I had won the Lottery.
The Laboratory now sits in all its grotesque splendour always ready for writing, photography and acting. All right, so it does look pretty spooky having two monsters always sitting there and a table full of skulls and (fake) body parts. However, when we add the werewolf sound effects and are dressed in Victorian costumes, it is utter fun and inspirational. It works. If we can pass that on to others then everything we are doing is worthwhile.
In the meantime, as Loony Literature is also hoping to get more boys reading, we have Will Blyton and The Stinking Shadow to publish and promote.
- My Frankenstein Journey 7 – A Creative Writing Journal (loonyliterature.com)
- My Frankenstein Diary 8 – A Creative Writing Journal (loonyliterature.com)
- Let’s Talk About FRANKENSTEIN 1 (loonyliterature.com)
- My Frankenstein Diary 6 – A Creative Writing Journal. (loonyliterature.com)
- Let’s Talk About Frankenstein (2) – Walton’s First Three Letters. (loonyliterature.com)
- Frankenstein (litlove.wordpress.com)
- 2011 in Review: #931: Frankenstein – Mary Shelley (bridgetsbooks.wordpress.com)