A screenplay in the making

A friend, who's in the film industry, suggested that my tragi-comic misadventures this past year are a screenplay in the making. Coincidentally, and like Paul Auster I do believe in coincidences, and also in telepathy, I thought of something similar a day or two earlier. Let's see. I don't know who could play me (Mike Myers? Roger Moore?), but as far as the lead female role, what's the name of the actress who played Nurse Ratchet in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?

Actually, I was thinking more of a book, a fictional account. Fiction writers have been known to exact revenge on their former spouses and lovers by fictionalizing their personas into unpleasant characters in their books. Most readers never suspect, but those who need to know, do know. However, I'm afraid that it would take a better poison pen (keyboard?) than mine to describe the bizarre things I have experienced, the promises and betrayals, the poetry written, chocolates consumed, the trials without a jury, the cold bureaucracies, and the heavenly taste of the sweet banana bread that she baked me in February. Or was it in January?

It's the stuff of country and western songs, too. She hated country music and thought that Bob Dylan was country (!) Now, that's a c&w song in the making. (There have been plenty of heartbreak songs, but to write another one and hope to sell it you've got to have a somewhat original angle. )

Anyway, I can't tell the complete story here, as I've been sworn to silence, except to tell you that it's a story of boy meets girl, girl accuses boy of an unspeakable crime that he didn't commit. More to be seen soon at a cinema near you. Or a bookstore. Or a country radiostation.