Okay, so we Trouts had a few days to bash around some ideas together. We attempted a bit of a method-puppet-show writing, heading into the dread wilderness to experience the terrors and joys of prehistoric life first-hand — by sequestering ourselves in a log cabin (okay, not quite a cave) in the mountains (okay, at Camp Chief Hector, who kindly lent us the use of the cabin, so there were hundreds of children enduring the same horrors as us not more than a half-hour trudge away) for a death-defying two nights. It may not have been 100% authentic, but it was cold, and we did eat a bucket of KFC for dinner the first night without plates! Right out of the bucket, just like the cave-people! And, truth be told, it was a little too cold, and the fireplace wasn’t heating up the whole cabin, so we (without even realizing how prehistoric we were being) built a kind of fort/yurt thing out of camp mattresses and upturned tables and chairs and things just to survive. Over the next couple days we did several experiments to see what prehistoric life would have been really like, for example, we tried to throw a long pointy stick at things (harder than they make it look in Quest for Fire), we tried to trudge through the snow (good thing we thought to bring extra cave-socks), we tried to make it for 24 hours without having to get online (did they have wi-fi in the Paleolithic? Did they have wi-fi three years ago? I can’t remember anything more than 30 seconds ago anymore), we tried to get our truck unstuck from a snow-drift (just like they would have had to do, only with a mastodon).
(Okay, between us, the people of the Ignorance Open Creation Process, we’re going to make a really big deal about the trip when we talk to the press when the show’s actually going up. Some details may change to make us look a titch more impressive.)
At any rate: we did manage to find some time in between harrowing-encounters-with-primal-truths to ponder some ideas for the play, which we will attempt to communicate in forthcoming posts.