morning, baby.
well, sweety, my writing process is a lot like a giant hydroelectric dam. for a long time i just let the great ideas build up and build up until the sheer weight of them spills over and the words just come pouring out.
not a word. parker enters with her blackberry in hand, smooches her pop, then takes a sat. parker's clearly a chip off her dad's block. both pour milk first into their bowl, then charley drops in super sugar crisp while parker pours in count chocula. both hit 'em with a couple of spoons of extra sugar. mom takes a seat, too, primly eating a piece of dry wheat toast that she slices in half first. like mom, like drew. drew spots the blackberry jpeg of warren before parker can turn it over.
i'm proud of you for sticking to your plan all these years, sweety.
to each her own.
don't you have a chem test, young lady?
good point.
wal-mart? hey, marvin. you bet. typing away. he glances at the screensaver, the same words pouring out.
today? gee, i'm on a real roll, marv. the juices overfloweth, if you get my meaning. don't want to plug the juices when they're overflowing, right? how much? hm. i guess i could carve out some time.
got it. see you in the city. charley hangs up, punches a key on his computer. the screensaver disappears and up pops a blank page. at the top: chapter one. nothing else. cut to:
hello, beautiful doctor lady. how goes your day? right next to the magazine rack? what did they name it, newsweek? i'm going into the city to meet some big shot publisher. maybe i'll swing by nyu afterwards and see if i can give drew a ride home. you talk to her today? she's probably having too much fun to call. i'll ring her up. bye bye. he hangs up and of course veers into the other lane again, correcting wildly before resuming his merry way. cut to:
hi, baby! drew goes over to the truck.
i was in the city. i tried to call you. thought you might want a ride home.
is that a new outfit?
sure. drew goes back to jim.
the guys are here! parker and quinn stare at drew.
so, how'd you two meet the girls? jim and warren share a look. this is a story best left untold. jim. warren a dance. a class.
dance class, huh? stupid me. i figured it had to be that day in new york when parker blew off her chem test and drew was in jail. charley smiles. he's not as out of it as he appears. suddenly, all three women scream joyfully o.s.
chips?