I’ve never told you about my Tuesday mornings, have I? Every other Tuesday, I’m in Ripon with Sheila and her Creative Writing Group. We have such fun. Today, for instance, having looked at how many genres of writing there are (dystopian novels, anybody? Memoirs? Epic verse?) we each wrote three sentences – just three – introducing the story of Cinderella. And then we did it again. And again.
I can’t take you to the panto (I wouldn’t anyway. Not a fan). But I can offer you my three versions of Cinderella, which neither Perrault nor the Brothers Grimm would recognise. Take your pick.
If you visit the town of Fantasienburg, be sure to visit the new museum dedicated to Cinderella’s Ugly Sisters. These two widely misunderstood figures from German mediaeval history have recently been reappraised. Evidence uncovered in previously unpublished documents found at the University of Würzfurt reveals a surprising story……..
The court of the House of Grimm announced yesterday the death of King Charming at the age of 96. He died peacefully in his sleep. His reign was characterised by a rejection of the flamboyance shown by his father, in favour of the simple values espoused by his consort, Queen Cinderella……
She seemed a slatternly young woman. Her hair was greasy, her clothes stained and worn, and her hands, with chipped dirty nails, were covered in calluses. The equerry regarded her with disdain and disapproval …..
I might take one of these stories forward over Christmas. Which one?