Fireflies

New ideas are like fireflies, on, off, on again, lost among the leaves. Problem is that around here, in Connecticut, fireflies are waning. No one knows why, they just are. Problem is, around here in my head, ideas are waning too. No one knows why, but I do, too many leaves.

I have so many projects I would like to work on, that double the hours, double the days would not give me enough time. So I picked something I don’t have to finish…yet. A project presented by proposal.

Timing and ten years removed from the actual event, with enough story to bolster truth, gives me hope. It’s one of those, “It Could Happen to You” stories, an “Erin Brockovich” kind of unbelievable David and Goliath true tale. No one won the lottery, no one was poisoned but we were David and we went up against the biggest newsworthy bad-boy of the decade and guess what…we won. That’s what my proposal will be about, testing tenacity, truth and an against-all-odds triumph. Picture one of those scenes in a movie, when a huge door is being lowered and the good-guy has to run and slide under it and not be barred forever or crushed. That was us, sliding and making it through the opening, just before the door slammed shut. We made it to the other side and our lives changed

Because this story is so personal and because members of my family are against baring all, I have hesitated to chronical the journey until now. This story is convoluted, the background research will be extensive. We knew what was going on with us, what was going on with them is what I must discover. I can’t wait. When it comes to light it will explain, in a simple way, to an audience of millions, yes millions, how a monster’s failure saved a little guy.

I have contacted a number of agents, explained the specifics, and asked this one question only: can this be presented via proposal. Yes they all answered, most definitely yes.  So that’s what I am working on now, a story about the story.

It’s a hell of a tale. Unlike the waning fireflies, this idea will not be lost among the leaves, it will shed a flickering light that will eventually grow strong, fed by the fuel of the truism, that sometimes the nice guy at the end of the line is the last left standing. Like the movie title said, It Can Happen to You, it did. It happened to us.

When was the last time you won?