So, I had typed this up and I recently came across it. I had put it as a note on Facebook, but I thought it would do better here. I think this took place on our way toward Rochester late summer, maybe. Lotsa time in the car.
To set the scene: Mom driving, me riding. Me coming up with ideas to kick off a new story. Ready….go.
Me: What should I name my character?
Mom: Jude? Eleanor Rigby? Penny Lane?
Me: Really? I guess I am a Paperback Writer.
Mom: See? See how they run?
Me: Get Back on topic, mother.
Mom: We can work it out!
Me: Okay. Where should my yet unnamed character live?
Mom: A Yellow Submarine?
Me: I should have known. From Me to You, I think we need to listen to another CD. This ain’t easy.
Mom: Well it’s gotta be about—Something. We are taking a Long and Winding Road. You’ll have plenty of time to work on this story
Me: Yesterday—mom—I could have had this done by now!
Mom: We just need to come together on an idea!
Me: Yeah, yeah. You are no HELP. Let it be, mom. Let it be.
(a couple hours later)
Me: Ugh! I’m not trying to start a revolution here! I’m just trying to write a story!
Mom: Looking across the universe, are these pesky details really gonna matter?
Me: Hey, Slow Down, Yes It Is!
Note: I didn’t get all of these capitalizations correct, but…who can name how many songs were listed in this so punny conversation?