Guy Noir Wrecks My Plans
The idea is to come up with 15- or 30-minute radio-of-the-air pieces that we can produce here with a local theater company, peddle them to Sirius or via the iStore, but we need scripts. Which I've been trying to write in my head as I drive to and from work.
All I can think of is cases handled by a kind of uber-me, a lawyer/fixer who carries a gun, does more than way more than contracts, takes on beautiful women and dangerous men, but how to I get around the cliches? It all sounds like Guy Noir, Garrison Keillor's detective from St. Paul.
She walked in and at first all I saw was legs, down to 4-inch heels, down to toenails painted chocolate brown. I'm thinking, "Not too early for dessert" but all that came out was "May I help you?"
Stuff like that.
I need to get from funny to cool...
Friday, April 29, 2011
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