Screenwriter’s eye

When I awoke this morning, I had been dreaming of the mess my van was in after trying to hastily back out of a parking space but instead entangling it with another car. I had been backing out in a hurry only because I had dropped Mike off in a staff only parking area of a place where neither of us worked. When I told Mike about it later, I said,

“If that had been a movie, I would have been dropping you off for an important interview/meeting and the car I wrecked would have belonged to your potential employer/client.”

He agreed and I said we should just write a stupid screenplay and make millions selling it to some ass who would hire Michael Bay to direct. The problem is we never do write these things. We both comment all the time about what would happen “if this were a movie” but those are also the kinds of movies that annoy the hell out of us.

On the opposite end of the scale are those moments that often skip by too quickly for me to note down but sometimes I do manage to capture. These are cryptic scribbles that fill my notebooks — the idea being I could one day incorporate them in a story, poem, screenplay or who-knows-what? These are also the reasons behind some of the odd photos I take — because they capture for me something curious.

Take this photo of a handful of hair-clips I noticed on the base of a piece of public art downtown:

Who left them there? Why? Would someone later pick them up or would they just end up in the garbage? The story behind them may actually be very boring but I could still imagine other possibilities. I don’t know if I will ever take the time to write a screenplay but if I do, I’ll have plenty of inspiration.