Sorting through notes and WIPs and trying to reorganize into something that makes sense, I keep coming across idea notes for potential projects. As is my habit, I jot things down as they occur, then set it aside for a later day.
Thought y’all might enjoy the peek into the mushy gray matter. These are notes for a story idea that clearly had its roots in chick lit, back before it became a dirty term. Until today, I hadn’t opened the file since 2004, so not exactly a barn burner of an idea. At least not one that set the lizard brain on fire.
Revenge of the Brat Pack (NOTES)
A woman pushing forty, who had initially imagined that her life would be like a combination of the influential John Hughes/Brat Pack films of her youth
Title each chapter after a different film or divide into sub-sections, referencing a different part of her life. (Depends on how many films you use.) Story catalyst is invitation to high school/college (which one?) reunion. If college, perhaps she went to a college a lot of her high school classmates went to—she’s from Miami, which in the early eighties wasn’t as trendy and desirable as it is now, but had big dreams of getting out ala Andi in Pretty in Pink—hence the influence of those films. Perhaps wanted to go to school in Chicago, because so many of the films she admired made it seem so clean and fun. Or perhaps D.C. (St. Elmo’s Fire.) Plus, it was different. Those cities had seasons. They lacked palm trees. People bought warmer clothes and coats for back-to-school. They fit the profile of every McDonald’s commercial of every ABC Afterschool Special she ever watched.
Introduce each section with a blurb about the film saying what year it came out, who starred in it and a brief description of the movie. And add the Siskel and Ebert review if you can find it. Then memorable scene & quote from each film, i.e.
Memorable Scene: Ferris croons Danke Schoen and belts Twist and Shout from atop Polish Heritage Festival Float.
“I did have a test today. That wasn’t bullshit. It’s on European Socialism. I mean, really, what’s the point? I’m not European, I don’t plan on being European, so who gives a crap if they’re socialist? They could be fascist anarchists, that still wouldn’t change the fact that I don’t own a car. Not that I condone fascism, or any ism for that matter. Isms in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon: ‘I don’t believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.’ A good point there. Of course he was the Walrus. I could be the Walrus, I’d still have to bum rides off of people.”
Fast Times at Ridgemont High
Ferris Beuller’s Day Off
Some Kind of Wonderful
Pretty in Pink
St. Elmos Fire
She’s Having a Baby
Revenge of the Nerds
This is what my life has come to
A bus full of little girls, all under the age of eleven, chanting.
So not what I expected.