I am not M. Night Shyamalan but I recently got a glimpse into what his life must be like.
I don't know how anyone could confuse us. There are few similarities. I'm tall. He's tall. He has those dreamy liquid eyes. I have eyes. We're both parents. And we both write.
But I think that's about it for similarities folks and still, there seems to be some confusion.
I know, I know, a lot of my stories start with I met a man in the park ......but I spend a lot of time in the park so a lot of my random conversations take place in the park.
When this gets old for you feel free to substitute in your head the words ice skating rink, boxing match, skeet shooting or white water rafting for "in the park."
So I met this man in the park, we met on several occasions, nothing planned, we just happened to be there at the same time.
We had a bunch of conversations about a bunch of stuff that I won't bore you with, but one day we happened upon what I do for a living.
Well, he got really excited about me being a writer.
He asked what I was working on.
I told him about my current WIP and even showed him my synopsis which I happened to have in my pocket because I'd had lunch with a friend earlier in the day and she wanted to see it.
He asked if I'd ever written a script.
I told him one of my favorite stories about a movie idea that I'd had and about sending it off with a kiss into the land of bottom drawers and garbage pails in agent's offices everywhere.
The twist to my story is that someone famous who shall not be named in this place, but when I tell the story has the adjective "freakin'" in front of his name was mildly interested in my idea.
Which led to me getting a phone call while driving and having to pull over to the side of the road, only to find that I only had a scrap of paper one inch by one inch in size to take notes on.
So I'm telling this story, again it's one of my favorite stories, waving my arms around and doing all the hopping up and down that I do when I'm excited……..
I get to the end of the story,
Wait for the laugh,
Instead, he leans in and says,
"So can I pitch you a movie idea?"
See the title of the piece. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Note: As a follow up to this see "My friend T is a Rotten Stinking Bastard"