Nice one, Scott! This is rather brilliant.

Very spiritual stuff! And true for anyone, right?

Paula, you got it. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/18/be/c7/18bec7e9deaa4ffc6ab1175d2621dd49.jpg

Glad folks like it. This post got retweeted and liked a lot. Must have resonated. As I say, I'm always on the look-out for new and different ways to think about screenwriting and writing in general. We may tend to think three act structure as this kind of stale, academic thing. Ideas like this -- Ctrl / Alt / Del -- is a way of looking at it in a new light and freshening up the concept for our own writing.

Scott, this is surreal. A schism just exploded through my consciousness. My daily part-time gig begins just past the crack of dawn, behind the wheel of a 40 ft. bus, picking up middle school kids and delivering them to the school curb. For a short while it is I who ushers them onward to their destiny and it has sometimes filled me with the belief that I am the one in 'CONTROL'. But it's all a lie, isn't it?! A Matrix of sorts... one we all probably know in one shape/form or another. While I'm wearing that blue uniform shirt, I'm nothing but a pawn; a character in someone else's story. Someone with a finite existence, turning left and right, stopping and starting at another's beck and call. Morning run done, wife off to her job, kids safely to school, dog on the carpet snoozing happily just feet away, I find time to escape. At least for a while. The 'ALTERNATE' world is the place I run to during the 'split' between my shifts. A small office where I dive into the stories I create and watch them light up on the keyboard. They give me new hope. Worlds where my true-self takes the reigns and sheds the false-ness of that place where someone else sets the tone. Places where the ball & chain of a bus and passengers are no where to be seen. And then it creeps into view. Small at first but soon it looms large. It's over there somewhere, lingering on the horizon. That 'DELETE' choice I must soon make. It always seems to appear out of nowhere. A flickering, pulsating, frameless doorway, lit like a neon sign on Las Vegas Boulevard. Arrows suspended in mid air point to the knob... beckoning me to come inside. I step toward it but I look down and see I still have one foot inside the bus. I can't pull it free! My foot seems glued to the floor! What will I do? What can I do? What must I do? I rub my eyes and stare at the computerized page for a moment. (Snap) Back into the reality of my little office. I take a sip from a cup of what is now lukewarm coffee. Where was I...? Okay, back to the story I really need to finish. The one to let others read and want to make into a motion picture. Hours later I am at it again... behind the wheel of that 40 foot coach, reversing my steps and now picking up the little snot-nosed bastards in the afternoon. The bus is full, I'm ready to pull from the school curb. For a moment I glance in the rear view mirror and notice the driver behind the wheel..., but it's not me. Or is it? The day is coming when five nicely folded size 'L' blue uniform shirts, and a winter jacket will all be placed in a brown grocery bag. I'll walk in to the bus company's front office, ready to collect my bi-weekly paycheck with that bag in one hand. I'll sign for my paltry earnings and the lady behind the desk will hand me an envelope and- with her curiosity piqued, she'll ask me what is inside the bag. I'll smile and say, "Someone else's uniforms. They're all washed and pressed". She'll look bewildered for a moment but keep things moving as others are behind me waiting for their paychecks too. Later she'll take the bag into the back room and remove the contents and at the bottom of the bag she'll see a small white keyboard key. She'll pick it up and read the letters on it, 'DEL', but won't have a clue what it means. Ironic how this 'awakening' occurred today of all days. Nobody knows it yet but I am a screenwriter -and I have to get on with my work. Thank you, Scott.