Princess Womponoke: The First Brainstorm Session

So a bunch of us were sitting in the Retreat this one time when we started talking about Princess Womponoke, Jo's serialized story project for the blog. He started tossing around ideas for an opening sentence, and I started taking down what he said.

Princess Womponoke: the first draft

Stop laughing. Not with him.

No no no, I don't want to start like that. It's too serious too soon. It should start in the heat of the moment--woah! DORITOS!

(at this point Chelsea comes up to the table with a big bag of doritos. Jo makes sniveling groans and pleas. We remind Jo that he is a vegan.)

Well, I think it should start with some epic poetry. Actually more like a rap. So it's like... (he chews pensively on Doritos) Womp-womp...womp-womp...my heart was beating in its furry chest...I'm glad she has one too.

A debate ensues over whether Jo himself is a womp-womp. We decide that he may or may not be a womp-womp, but either way he has a furry chest. "If you're a womp-womp," asks Liz, "Where's your tail?

It's on the wrong side.

ERUPTIONS OF GIGGLING AND BLUSHING

Give me some cola. I need some refreshment!

Liz interpolates: "Yeah, for some reason drinking breaks tensions. Other things do too, like Twix bars. 'Need a moment? Grab a Twix.' Maybe that's why Stuart eats so many!"

Grace had this to say about our very productive brainstorming session: "That is life. This is your life. You're just sitting there, totally innocent, and you see these babes passing you by, passing in, passing out, they just come in and out of your life. It's true, isn't it?"