Craig McNamara writes

In a way, this was 35 years in the making.   Back in 1989, a local screenwriters’ group sponsored a public reading of a movie script I had written called  The Last Couple to Prom . It was an ‘80s screwball comedy wannabe, in which the protagonist, Ben, moved next door to his high school crush, Tracy, and spun an escalating series of lies and deceptions in order to get close to her. Instead, he becomes friends with her husband and learns a secret that could end their marriage and give him the chance with Tracy he was hoping for.   At the end of the night, I received a cassette tape recording of the production … which I never revisited for the next three decades.     Back then, I was weirdly averse to outlining, or even just thinking through, script ideas I had. I would just start writing, hoping my momentum would carry me through the next 90 to 110 pages. Spoiler: More than once, it didn’t. This time it did, but it also baked in some storytelling problems th...