The Happenstances at the Yellow County Community Swim and Racquet Club the Summer Before Last was the second screenplay I ever tried to write. I would sit in my classes at Towson and brainstorm scenes for it then go back to my dorm and plunk away at my Costco-bought desktop computer's keyboard into just a Microsoft Word document.
My first attempt at a screenplay was called Worth a Try, but the Word Doc was just called "First Attempt" because I didn't have the courage to actually let myself pretend I was actually writing a movie. It was just an attempt, an experiment. I loved movies so much that I couldn't imagine fooling myself into thinking that I could write one.
But I wrote it, and it may have been a little short, and cliche, and it was definitely too autobiographical for anyone to probably care, but I left the document titled "First Attempt" when I gave it to my friend to read. He thought the script was pretty good, but suggested I change the title, First Attempt wasn't that compelling. I said "Yeah, it's called Worth a Try, I don't know why uh, it says "First Attempt" on there..."
My second attempt was the brashly titled The Happenstances at the Yellow County Community Swim and Racquet Club the Summer Before Last. It started as the kernel of: how would I feel if I graduated college with a film degree and then immediately went back and worked at my summer job and exploded from there into the collage it is today.