“Here, try this.” Frank says.
“What is it?” Bob.
“Not sure yet.” Frank.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bob.
“That means I am just making this shit up on the spot.” Frank.
“OK…” Bob says with a look of incredulity.
Frank says; “In fact, this thing, that I don’t know what it is, has yet to come into existence as possibly some sort of McGuffin – I make no apologies for it – and, for that matter, Bob, I am making you up as well. Currently you and the thing I am trying to get you to try are just larks of my imagination, a momentary experiment in writing something.”
Bob, somewhat confused, looks at his hands, then looks around him trying to figure out where he is and for that matter, who he is other than merely the name ‘Bob”.
“What the fuck?” Bob.
“Yeah, that’s what I am thinking too… What the fuck?” Frank
Frank, all of the sudden, looks down at his own hands, feels his mouth, looks at Bob.
“Hold on here. I don’t think I am making you up. I am starting to think somebody else is making both of us up.” Frank.
They both look at each other.
The Omniscient Narrator (namely me) leans back to gain some psychic distance and gazes down on the screen wondering what, if anything, might happen next. He checks his grammar. He looks back over the dialog and the opening. That’s what got it started after all: “Here, try this.” He thinks about it, he weighs the circumstances, he considers if it is worth the trouble to keep going…
(to possibly be continued)
It has to be real. You wrote it into existence. You control the plot and the characters. You can even stop writing it and go watch a show or see what's happening in the studio, or take a nap. It's all yours and the sky's the limit to run (or fly) with it or delete it all and start over. I like it so far and I also like it as it is if you just ended it right then and there.