Thoughts Of A Writer Pt 3

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Submitted: September 25, 2016

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Submitted: September 25, 2016

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OK

So here I am.

In front of my MacBook.

Blank screen. Blank mind.

No ideas for today. 

Nothing at all.

Perhaps I can come up with something. I need an idea. Something that I haven't attempted. Something that will challenge me and my writing. Go out of my comfort zone. I need to challenge myself today.

I grab my Pepsi. Taking a sip and staring at a screen. 

The productive writer at work.

I feel a lightbulb go off. I have an idea. Something. An image. I see it clearly.

I see an empty office. It's very film noir. I can see the rain come down hard through the window. I hear a jazzy song. Maybe Duke Ellington. If I move it another decade, we could go with Coltrane. 

This is perfect. I'm typing the image down as fast as it is rolling. The camera in my head is like on a track. We are moving around the office, it is pretty sparse. Empty book shelf. I see a coat rack. It has a rain coat on one hook and a black sports coat on the other hook. A black fedora is on top of the sports coat.

As I'm typing this down, I realize I have a problem.

Who is my main character?

I immediately go through the roster of Detective types in my head. 

Did I wanna go old school? Bogart or Mitchum?  

Nobody really new school stuck out in my mind. 

I at least have an idea though for my story. 

I go online and look up film noir stories and settings. In search of an idea. 

The only thing that sticks out is a picture of Orson Welles in a fun house mirror.

Great image from a great movie. "Lady From Shanghai." 1948. Orson Welles and Rita Hayworth. It was pretty damned unsual for a film noir. Welles had a bizarre Irish accent.

Americans should not attempt foreign accents.

I stare at the image for a while. 

I think I have an idea for my office scene.

Client walks in and meets with the Detective. He is reading a newspaper. She comes in and wants to hire Detective. He is suspicious of this encounter. Some witty dialouge is exchanged and we are off.

I stopped and had another idea. Why didn't I think of this before?

Harper.

The Paul Newman movie from the late 60's. Based on Ross Macdonald's character Lew Archer. It was very witty and suspenseful in the right places.

Right there a scene came to my mind. Paul Newman is kidnapped by the henchman. They engage in a battle of wits. Newman throws out the ultimate insult to the bad guy. It's brutal with out being gory. Newman was the best.

That was it!

Paul Newman.

That was my character. His take on the detective.

Now we are getting someone.

That fight scene. Perhaps I can rework it. 

That is a good start. Work out an action scene. 

It's in a warehouse. What kind of warehouse? Industrial of course. Maybe a forestry warehouse?

That sounds good.

The Detective has been kidnapped and he is tied to a saw. 

OK. I'm liking where this is going.

The saw is moving the Detective forward to where the blades are. The henchman is right there. He's staring at the hero. He's laughing. This is his moment. He starts to rub it in his face.

"So, you thought you were smart. You had it all figured out, huh? All along you figured that it was the Banker. Of course it wasn't him. He didn't have the guts to do what needed to be done." The Henchman said

The Detective looked up. "I'll make you a deal. Stop this right now and we can talk about it."

The Henchman continues to laugh. "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

"Doesn't seem like a bad idea." The Detective said.

He was within 12 ft of the saw. The sweat was starting to pour all over his body.

"I wouldn't want you to be all cut up about it," The henchman said. 

I had to stop right there. Was that the kind of dialouge that they would use in a sixties detective movie?

Maybe I didn't want to make it set in the sixties.

How was I gonna make this story work?

That, perhaps was a mystery.
 

(To be continued)


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