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Irony, as I live and breathe

Irony: (1) : incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result (2) : an event or result marked by such incongruity

I put up a definition of irony, but I assume you, brilliant readers of mine, know what irony is and I’m not just talking about my Air Supply t-shirt.

Two things you need to know for this instance of irony — 1) I’m putting together another Bainbridge Island Story Slam YAY, WENDY!. Cuz you’re so special for being here, check out a first glimpse of our (not even final yet!) poster:

Cool, yes?

Note the theme I came up with, Seemed like a good idea at the time… Let’s remember this for later.

2) For awhile now, I have kindasorta wanted to be in a play at our local theater, but froze at the thought of auditioning. Everyone hates auditioning, right especially lilly-livered chickens like moi.

Well, ha ha, Wendy! The jokes on you cuz someone asked and didn’t have you audition!

Which was all coolbeans and yay for me. Up until we rehearsed on stage.

And I got a glimpse of all those seats staring at us.

Which will have people in them. And I thought to myself….

GULP. That can so be a thought.

You’re probably way ahead of me. See the irony?

Let’s add another layer, just for good measure.

But, hey, you’re thinking if you’re not snoring by now, if my performance bites the proverbial big one, I could tell that story for story slam, right?!

Wrong. Story Slam is happening the week before my play’s performances.


This concludes today’s lesson on irony.

Will she go on stage as planned? Will she “be sick” that week? Will she choke? Will she suck in front of the whole island and think to herself, “seemed like a good idea at the time….?”

Stay tuned.

Comedy Dissected – Notes from Steve Kaplan’s Comedy Workshop

Perhaps, I should apologize now.

This blog may not be funny anymore assuming it was.

See, what happened was I took a class about comedy this past weekend.
The instructor, Steve Kaplan, gave us all kinds of ways to look at funny stories, tools to analyze it and options to consider what may be missing if some dreck you’ve written piece sucks the big one is not working how you’d like.

So, my task now is to totally forget everything he said and keep writing anyway. You can outthink yourself especially we feeble-minded ones.

And I need to tell that person on my shoulder who keeps saying “is that the funny part?” “would Steve approve?” and “did you really eat all the brownies last night?” to shut the hell up.

For me, the best points came back to making meaningful characters, characters who the audience is interested in, curious about and can relate to. Then you take away skills he’ll need for the upcoming torture you, the author, plan on inflicting, slather a misguided sense of hope on him, and let the comedy soar!

Frustration IS comedy, right?
Case in point, my life this blog…

My game plan is to let these comedy notions settle in me for a while, so I don’t completely pre-censor myself into writer hell before nary a word is typed…


*glances around*

Hey, are those brownies over there?

Happy Halloween!

Pumpkin by Smith, the carver. (Mine look nothing like this!)
Have a fun, safe day out there!

Bainbridge Island Ten Minute Play Festival, Aug. 18 & 19

Brace yourself…shameless plug coming…

Bainbridge Island is having its first Ten Minute Play Festival this weekend (Saturday and Sunday night)! And guess what? A play by yours truly will be one of seven performed Saturday evening!

My play, I See France, is a comedy about women, their relationships, their fears and insecurities. Oh, did I mention the main characters are ladies underwear? And I was totally stunned to find out that the four-judge panel likes ladies underwear voted mine Best Adult Play (they have a teen writer category, also).

Lest you think it’s just fluff not that there’s anything wrong with that, check out what my friend and writer, Lisa, wrote in her analysis of the play on her blog.

If you’re in the area, you must come see the plays. The topics and styles are widely diverse, comedies, dramas, traditional and modern. With an event like this, we playwrights act like voices in choir, everyone individual and combining to make a beautiful sound (we hope!). Plus, all the playwrights are Kitsap County folks, so come see what goes on in our brains. You might be surprised…

The Shiny Coat Series: Love After Love by Derek Walcott

I love this poem. When I read it (and reread it) it damps down all my inner noise. Like a window in a dark, stuffy room just opened to a cool breeze.

See if you get any of that. I hope you do.

Love After Love

The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other’s welcome,

And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.