The Case of the Missing Plot
Prelude
“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.
(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.
Thanks Annette! It has turned into a fascinating detective story that I am going to call The Case of the Missing Plot. It is all unfolding inside of the Exquisite Family Records Archive. I am getting close to having most of chapter one worked out. I’ll post when ready. It has been keeping me busy day and night. I am even dreaming it at night when I sleep. That’s wild.