When life turns into a screenplay you don’t want to write....

Here’s how the new year started. My roommate and friend revealed that she is expecting a baby in May. There’s no guy. Well, there’s a guy, but he went into a small room and came out of a small room, and that was the extent of his involvement. She turned 40 this year, and is someone who has always wanted to be a mother. It turned into a now or never kind of thing.

The next day, I read in the news, that another friend is marrying the mayor of San Francisco.

Surely there is a screenplay in here somewhere. Juno meets the Big Chill? But not the kind of screenplay I would write.

Meanwhile, I’m in search of an apartment and a job, and at the ripe old age of I’m-not-telling-you-how-old-I-am, feeling a little bit like a failure for currently not having achieved any of the external milestones of what is commonly known as “life”. Yes, I know there’s a strike on, but still, you know what I mean... No job, even if for just right now, no husband/boyfriend, family, house or German car.

I had a German car when I was 16. I feel like I’m backsliding.

So, please, you writers who write this kind of thing, please jump in. There’s a quirky heroine in need of life-changing plot points, development, catharsis (I won’t say happily ever after... let’s at least try for some realism). All character notes welcome.