The following was, word for word, something I just found on my voice recorder while listening to notes for a piece I’m writing. I intermittently yawn throughout the reading, which means I was basically sleeping. Maybe I took extra NyQuil that evening?
I think I’m going to write a movie.
It will center around a boyish man-child living on the edge of society, wildly popular, but wholly unaccomplished. Irresponsible but somehow always succeeding in just making it.
He will meet an uptight, frigid, bun-clad woman, afraid of herself and failure. He will make her see that she needs to have fun in life in order to really live and she will force him to get a job because she cannot be with a man who does not work.
The movie will end as they get married, her hair loose in luscious tendrils of gold, they will kiss, they will turn to the camera, and he will wink.
Sounds like a hit to me.