I imagine we all have one waiting to be written, yes? (Well, substitute
American for the country of your choice). Why don’t we write it?
1)
We’re lazy.
2)
We have no talent.
3)
We have to feed our family.
4)
Printer ink is too expensive.
Today, the ending for my perfect novel descended upon me like a beatific
vision. But the distance between the vision and the work is a few hundred light
years and… well, see number 1 above.
So I’m going to make you work out the details, in an Orff-style interactive
cooperative novel-writing approach. You choose the characters, the
relationships, the settings, the situation according to your whims and
preferences. But I’ll claim the ending as my TM copyright intellectual property
which you must vow not to steal, even if you put in the 10,000 hours to flesh
out the details. Deal?
Okay. Here’s the premise. Two people are intimately connected to each
other, their lives inextricably intertwined like two wisteria plants blooming on the
same trellis. They are:
1)
He and he.
2)
She and she.
3)
He and she.
4)
T and T (transgender)
They are:
1)
Friends
2)
Lovers
3)
Siblings
4) Two GPS voices
4) Two GPS voices
They live in:
1)
Upper Sandusky
2)
Lower East Side
3)
Middle America
4)
A cardboard box
After many adventures and deep bonding experiences, they get separated
by:
1)
War
2)
Famine
3)
Rising property values
4)
Confusion about whether they were supposed to meet in this Starbucks or that Starbucks and are still wandering around from one to the
other.
Here most of the novel follows them through their attempts to find each
other, their deep despair and feeling of being lost with the other, the regrets
that they cheated at Boggle and never confessed to the other, that they should
have met at Heidi’s bakery instead of Starbucks. They grow increasingly
despondent knowing that they may never see each other again. (Choose the time
frame here—5 years, 25, 50).
Independently, both of them join Search.com in hopes of locating the
other and spend hours in front of screens in a search that leads nowhere. And
then against all odds, fate finds them walking towards each other in:
1) An airport, just as they’re each about to board a plane to a faraway
country and never return.
2)
In Times Square on New Year’s Eve.
3)
At Burning Man. Naked.
4)
In the Starbucks where they were first supposed to meet.
Now, since all books these days are screenplays in our heads, we can
picture this moment in the movie, the music swelling, the tension growing as
the camera pans out to first one and then the other approaching each other from
a distance. This is it! The moment they (and the readers) have been waiting
for.
But wait! Something is terribly wrong. While they’re walking, each has
their head down looking at their cell phone, reading a text from a friend who
is bored and asking “Whassup?” They get closer…and closer… and closer…they lightly
brush shoulders without noticing, heads down looking at their phone and then…
keep walking past and away from each other while texting to their friends,
“Dunno, Whassup w.u?”
And they never see each other again.
The End.
QUESTIONS AND TOPICS FOR DISCUSSION
1.
Do you think the author of this piece has an issue with cell phones?
2.
Why or why not?
3.
Have you ever thought about what you’re missing when you look at that
damn screen every spare second of your life?
4.
Why or why not?
5.
Are you reading this Blog on your cell phone?
6.
Why or why not?
7.
Discuss.
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