Someone waved vigorously at two computer technicians as they returned from lunch. “Wasn’t that Harlowe?” “Yeah, he’s cool. Say, Sammohini…” the older technician, Hank, looked made sure no one was around before continuing, “how good are you at keeping secrets?” “Well, certainly not if it’s bad, unethical, or illegal! But, I mean, if it doesn’t hurt anyone, I guess it’s OK, so, I guess good…” “…Want an easy side job? The work’s clean and clear.”
Now that I’m writing bi-weekly updates to “The Story,” I dredged up an interesting realization: why not write about some of the scenes that float through my imagination? It’ll be good practice for the real thing! Throwing characters into hypothetical situations can help build context for how they’ll act in other scenes. Like a movie playing on repeat, what if these scenes are already swimming around in your imagination? Let’s start with an innocent one:
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If my ambitions for “The Story” include comprehensive commentaries on the nature of our reality, how much nuance should go into those commentaries? A thoroughly-built restaurant might evoke patron conversations idly chatting over the fine flatware or reveal restaurateuring price negotiations for finer flatware. The narrative should always guide the focus. It’d waste your time and my effort if Trishna (left) and John (right) only visited Zbigniew’s (center) Teriyaki once. But if they go frequently…?
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“Yeah, and I can even cover it with artificial grass.”
Why did she tag along for this car buying adventure, again? Jim was often musing aloud as he drove the delivery truck: “If we go in 50/50, I’ll fix it up, we can sell it, split it 50/50, and we’ll get some quick cash.” It was boredom. Open mic was full tonight.
“Would we need to… mow it?”
The seller took the snide question in stride.
“Do you have 50 cents you could spare this afternoon?” “Yeah, sure… You hanging in there alright?” I gave him all my change, 8 cents, and one dollar more. “Thank you. Yeah, I am.” The man wearing a dirty hoodie in the dry heat walked off, looking disbelieved over money. Life in “The Story” isn’t easier than our own. John (left) had periods of teenage homelessness before being “adopted” into Trishna’s (right) life. Can we adopt everyone?
How much would you sacrifice to make your aspirations possible? How important is your comfort? As we grow older, there’s a growing sense of wanting more from life. For Trishna (right), she wants to go to college to fulfill her dreams and become independently successful, well, along with John (left), yet part of that means leaving her retiring service dog Pollyanna (center) and family at home. How might that answer be addressed in “The Story?”
[Story 3 of 3 – Beginning]
“First, let’s stop by Linda’s.”
They wheeled the freshly-rebuilt computer over to their manager’s open door.
“Hey Linda, got a minute?”
“Sure thing, Rockstar. What’s on your mind?”
Hank leaned up against the door frame and Sammohini stepped into sight.
“This’s that computer we got your approval on. She’s gonna be ornery.”
“Sounds like it. I trust you both. Call me if you need reinforcements.”
Henry stood at attention, saluted, and they departed into battle.
I’ve been procrastinating on writing “The Story” because I can’t write concisely nuanced enough yet to do it all justice. There’s an early scene codenamed “The Scene” that drives Trishna (right) and family three hours away to collect John (left). “The Scene,” and therefore “The Story,” would fall flat if I wrote it today. I don’t know when, or if, I’ll develop that skill. Loving the time until then is the only way to succeed.
[Story 2 of 3 – Beginning]
They wheeled their three found computers back from the scrap bin.
“What did you mean earlier that she wouldn’t be happy with this?”
The older technician sighed and subconsciously pushed the cart faster.
“Well, she wants a laptop instead of a desktop. Wouldn’t matter if we got her the best desktop ever, it can’t go to meetings or anything. Besides, that’d be against policy for anyone besides management. Lisa even gave up her laptop!”