First off, GRRR. My site is giving me a hard time trying to login with a TypeKey to make comments on my own blog. I hate spammers!!!!

Now, for the odd title of this entry. I passed an older guy in a beatup old 70s sedan on the way into work today. He had the back of his car crammed with clothes, framed pictures, etc. In the very back was a large cardboard cutout with a picture of a building and in large blue block letters:

OFFICIAL PATSY MONTANA MUSEUM AND FAN CLUB

Just struck me as unusual! Then, I had this thought, which turned into the idea for a story. Only, these days I keep thinking of scripts for movies and not stories. What if that stuff in his car IS the museum and fan club? He’s been a long time devoted fan of singer in the 70s who never made it big, and his life dream has been to open a museum and fan club in her honor.

Anyway, parts of the movie played out in my head. It was a little about finding your way in life, sticking to your dreams, no matter what they are, how beaten and battered and faded they’ve become.

Here’s the story that I thought of, it starts off with basically what I saw this morning. The guy is driving to Patsy’s home town where he’s finally been able to purchase a beaten down old house very very cheaply to create his dream. When he gets to this small midwest town that doesn’t even recognize the name of their one claim to fame, everyone thinks he’s a weird crackpot (heck, even the audience probably thinks this at one point). But an older woman in town rents out a room to him (he and the woman are late 40s probably) and slowly comes to know him and respect his dream.

He almost gets a small version done when teen pranksters vandalize it. He tears everything up, throws it away. The woman, and a couple of people who he’s introduced to the artist’s music pull people together to rebuild the place for him.

Something like that. A little formulaic, but I think it could be cute. Anyway, back to non-creative work.