Story. Dilemma

What better to do on a miserable, overcast day than trawl through medical and neurological websites sourcing facts on incurable illnesses? Could it get any better?

And yet, bizarrely, a light bulb blinked on. In amongst all the doom and gloom, I figured out how to solve a plot point for a short film script that had been sticking in my craw these past weeks.

Strange, I know. Perhaps, even worrying. But then these things never come exactly when called. For the short, the idea boils down to: A man finds himself in a dilemma. Man tries to get out of dilemma. Hijinks ensue.

That said, I was never totally convinced by how he got into the dilemma in the first place. I knew why he was in a fix, but not how he got into the fix. And suddenly there it was.

To add icing on the cake, a new final line, delivered by a different character entirely, changes the whole slant of the story. Not a twist in the tail because... well, who needs that? It was all a dream! He was dead all along! And now I’m going to swallow my own tongue, thank you! But subtle sleight of hand, which gives a whole new meaning to the title.

How the idea came to me? Carrying a mug of coffee back to the computer to carry on investigating the body apocalypse, I glanced out the window and watched someone park their car. Which has absolutely nothing to do with the story whatsoever.