I already had the people—I always do—so now I know where they’re going to be. How they’re going to feel when the sun slips up to offer them a new start.
I know that she will have stopped by the side of the road and is standing, looking first one direction and then another because she doesn’t know what to do. Where to go. Her whole world, or what’s left of it, is in the minivan she’s driving.
I know that across some fields and around a corner or two, he stops on the way across the barn lot to his office and gazes in his accustomed silence as the wind whispers through the cornfield. It dries the mud left by last night’s storm. The end of a storm, he remembers from an old musical, leaves a golden sky and the comfort of birdsong in its wake. He knows better than to anticipate—life hasn’t been kind enough for him to feel comfortable with expecting the best—but it looks like it’s going to be a good day.
It’s one of those times I love being a writer. When a nice sunrise is more than just a few minutes in the day. It’s a scene or the beginning (or ending) of a story. It’s a catalyst for whatever you need it to be. It can be a backdrop for a portrait of a story’s cast or it can be the final scene of the epilogue when you’re at the bittersweet “the end” moment. It can be the setting for walking and talking—one of my favorite things TV writers do (yay, Aaron Sorkin)—or it can be the ending of a night the protagonists might or might not regret.
Just a few minutes, but the possibilities are endless. Has this happened to you? When it comes to gifts to give a writer, it’s almost as good as a really nice pen that fits your hand right, isn’t it?
Have a great day—I hope you have some wonderful minutes. Tell us about them, won’t you?