AMBIENT THOUGHT – WATERSHED MOMENT: WRITING MY A-TEAM STORY
This will be the sixth of seven Watershed Moments in my life. These are some of the most important moments in my life but not all of them. And they are not in any particular order except for the last one I talk about that will be posted on Sunday. After thinking about these moments for years, the one for Sunday is the one I keep coming to for being the most pivotal moment in how I became….well, me.
I love it when a plan comes together. – Hannibal (The A-Team)
Man, I loved this show so much.
I watched it every week. I sat glued to the TV to see what kind of trouble they would get into and out of. And I watched what they would make to do so.
The A-Team was much like the TV show MacGyver. These were people that I wanted to know and be friends with and they used their intellect in building things from nothing to solve a problem.
But MacGyver had one thing that The A-Team did have.
Howling Mad Murdock.
I wanted to BE him. Even though he was playing crazy so the government wouldn’t try to prosecute him and occasionally he may have done some crazy things, he wasn’t crazy. And he made me laugh.
I loved all four of the guys but it was Murdock I related to.
Then one day came that changed me. It put me on a road that I was supposed to be on.
The powers that be (maybe it was NBC) decided that they should put The A-Team in books. Novelizations to be exact. What they did was take two of the show’s episodes and put and write a connection between the two and make one book. I ate these up. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on a new one. I carried them around to school and always felt close to my soldiers of fortune friends.
I did that into the last year of elementary school into middle school.
Then, one day, daydreaming, sitting in class thinking about the show, I had an idea.
Why not write my own story about them? And then, PUT ME IN IT!!!
I got home that day and grabbed a clipboard, some of my dad’s typewriter paper, and a sharpened pencil and set to my task. Over the next week, I wrote like there was no tomorrow. I wrote at home, at a school, on the bus. I even took it up into my favorite tree and wrote.
The story went like this:
The A-Team was finished with a mission. Murdock was having thoughts about not having any blood family. Cut to the character that represents me. He goes to a middle school where the town is corrupt, not just the police but the principle of the middle school who owes a lot of money from gambling with the big baddy. The big baddy wants to send a message to the principle so he sends his own personal army, a group of bikers, to trash the school during school hours. My character tries to stand up to them but gets punched and kicked.
Now, I can’t remember how my character (and for the life of me, I can’t remember his name) gets ahold of Murdock and The A-Team but they come to the rescue.
I wrote eighty pages in longhand with a pencil and I believe I only got halfway through with the story. I never finished it.
But it started something in me. It made me want to write more. I moved from pencils to pens and then I took over my dad’s typewriter. I wrote stories constantly over the years though I figured they would never see the light of day. I figured they were just a form of therapy when I felt alone and lost. It gave me a creative outlet to ease my depression and anxiety.
And today, I still think about that long-lost story that I never finished and how it disappeared years after. The pencil marks completely gone from those blank, slick pages of the typewriter paper. Only in my mind does part of it still exist.
And in this blog entry.
I still think about how that unfinished story was really just a seed…
-Loyd Elmore Jr.
November, 10th 2018