I’ve been banging my head against the wall for the past week working on this short script ‘Love in the age of time travel’ for a friend of mine who is looking for a short film to produce.
It is a sci-fi romance about a time travelling dating agency ‘Everlasting’ who can help you out (for wholesale plus 30%) if your true love happens to be from another time.
Sounds like an easy enough premise to execute but I’m having trouble nailing the romance part of the sci-fi/ romance.
Chocolates! Wine! Poetry! All the traditional tricks used in the art of wooing seem so contrived. I tuned out Emily Dickenson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Lord Byron for the works of Chillean poet Pablo Neruda.
Here is one that made me laugh out loud.
http://poemhunter.com/poem/fleas-interest-me-so-much/
Despite my lack of aptitude for penning romances, I did manage to finish a rough draft at 2am yesterday morning – thanks to Pablo and my favourite poet Glenn Richards (sigh – swoon). I have a bit of a weakness for song lyrics. I think it goes back to my musician hang up – guys just always look so much more attractive when they’re strumming a guitar and singing (on tune). I’m yet to read a poem that surpasses Glenn Richards’ ‘One Crowded Hour’ from Augie March.