My husband, Dan, and I, Liz, decided a couple of years ago to start writing screenplays.
We both had a lot of experience--Dan as a songwriter and me as a business and fiction writer.
As happens in mid-life, we saw a lot of peers pass away--and realized that it was time to do what we want with our lives. We'd both raised kids, done the homeowner-worker-bee thing, been responsible adults for the past twenty-five years.
One of our friends runs a funky old inn and there is quite a motley crew that lives and works there. They operate close to the edge but are some of the funniest, most accepting and upbeat people you could meet. Every visit we'd hear a funny, tragic or heartwarming episode. Or all three. "This would make a great reality show," we said. Then we thought, what about a screenplay?
So Poplar Hill was born.
Now we're on our fifth screenplay (page 90). We write comedy: action, zany, romantic, dramatic. We can't help it. We tried to write a thriller and ended up with a romantic comedy, albeit black. An agent told us our work was "witty and well-written."
Naturally we were met with a lot of skepticism, mainly by family. (Of course) They consider us pipe-dreamers. They won't even read our work. Strangers do, though, and we've had a couple of script readings that were thoroughly enjoyed by the participants.
Recently we moved 1200 miles to a better--and warmer--place to make our dreams happen. We are working on getting an agent and plan to produce Poplar Hill as an independent feature.
We also have plans for a bio-documentary.
This blog is about our journey--the tale of two fools who love and live to write.