How writing sometimes makes me tell lies.
In recent diary entries, I have told of creating The Laboratory to work in and building monsters. All this has been done to encourage people to embrace more creative reading and writing. In earlier entries, I have spoken of promoting our writing and the problems we can come up against. In this entry, I want to explore another problem of creativity – as writers, actors, artists and film makers we don’t always appear “normal”. I know being “normal” is truly subjective but in this instance, I am talking about fitting in with a more traditional world. Should we tell white lies to fit in with a traditional society?
When I was building The Laboratory, I needed lots of black, satin material to drape onto walls and over screens. Being a mistress of the diminishing budget, I duly set off to a market in the city centre to see what was on offer. A very nice material stall was sitting waiting for me in one corner of the market. Problem solved – or so I thought. When I asked the very nice lady for the black, satin material, she had, goodness knows, many different types to choose from. I pondered and rubbed my chin and was totally thwarted. It was at this point that the very nice lady asked the question. “What do you want it for?” Without thinking, I told her all the about The Laboratory and the monsters. Her eyebrows danced and her top lip twitched frantically as she tried not to burst out laughing. I could not let the poor woman suffer so I told her that it was okay to have a smirk and a guffaw. So she did. This example makes me want to be honest with people.
In one of my earlier diary entries, I mentioned having dreadfully bad pain in my left arm, shoulders and neck, because of this I see a physiotherapist. The problem with doing something slightly unusual is that when people have no idea what we do, when we are talking to them, we forget that they know nothing of our slightly unusual lives and the slice of what we give them can often sound rather unsavoury. The lady who I go to see asked me if I was having any trouble with my hands. I told her that my hand was uncomfortable when I had to change the trousers of my monster and it was difficult tucking his shirt in. The silence which followed was loud enough to stop me babbling out an incoherent explanation. At that point, I started to discuss possible rain in the afternoon. This example makes me cringe as I remember the ear splitting silence I suffered.
Sometimes, however, we simply cannot hide our creativity. Last week, all my electricity went off. I telephoned the electric company and it seemed that it was internal. I would need an electrician. Late afternoon, two electricians turned up in their van. One was the expert, the boss, and trailing behind him was the teenage assistant who had a marvellous grin. We did a tour of the house looking for the problem. I knew, that at some point, these two chaps were going to have to step into The Laboratory. I opened the door and followed them in. The main man turned into a statue. The teenager burst out laughing and turned to look at his boss who was simply frozen on the spot because he was trying not to show any emotion. He quickly muttered something about someone having some sort of mask. It was so charming because he was trying to act as though he encountered The Laboratory in every house he visited so as not to embarrass me. I get the feeling though that I was probably the topic of conversation over the evening meal and at the pub that night.
On Tuesday, I will be at the hairdressers. My hairdresser asks every client at some point – I think when the conversation is faltering – “And what will you be doing with the rest of your day?” Time and time again, I hear –“Oh nothing exciting, just housework.” When he asks me what l will be doing with the rest of my day, I shall reply “putting some washing in and a bit of vacuuming.” In reality, I will be dressing up as Dracula to make a Loony Literature video. I am now wondering, if everybody else in the hairdressers keeps their true intentions under wraps and are up to all sorts of things. It is definitely something I shall be thinking about. However, as for whether we should always be honest about our creativity, I am not sure whether the world is always ready for us. What do you think? I would love to hear of other peoples’ funny experiences because of their writing, acting, painting or film making.