The beginning was easy. Eight words from a Talking Heads song: “Two fools in love. So beautiful and strong.” It happened like that sometimes. Open your window and a story flies in.
The middle was harder. Who were the fools? Romeo and Juliette? Dolce and Gabbana? What kind of love did they share? What made them strong? He churned through the five Ws (Who, What, Where When, Why) to put flesh on the bones of his story.
Then he spotted a problem. The original eight words from Talking Heads had no ending. He’d have to write one: “Shit! Fuckit! Notagain!“