I am nearing the completion of my second act and the whole of the script is hitting the thirty page mark. It is remarkable how in roughly a week’s time I’ve been able to punch out so many pages, but at the same time it frightens me to think that I may actually have to produce each page. But as previously aforementioned, I would not allow myself to limit my final page count.
Unfortunately, the act isn’t filling out at nicely as I was hoping. The flow, well, isn’t flowing persay. I’ve also found myself hitting many intersections where I’ve had to make various decisions that could completely change the course of the story. There are minor choices like, for example, is Leo going to be supportive towards Virginia’s cause or not? There are ramifications for both options. Then there are major choices where, without giving much detail, will Marina (leader of the teen protest group) choose the comfort of her birth mother or her mother-figure/friend Virginia. For now I have chosen to explore one option in each scenario and see how it plays out. I will make my final decisions in later drafts.
I still have a long way to go but I am confident in this start. It won’t be long before I have my first full length draft! Following that draft, I will seek counsel from writing peers and professors for their input on the script and make the necessary changes. This is the most painful part of the process; realizing everything you wrote makes no sense or is uninteresting to the reader. I like to also organize a group of actors together to read through my script. This allows me to hear how my dialogue sounds in someone else’s head besides my own. This is the stage I most look forward to: hearing my script read out loud by actors for the first time and discovering how they interpret my language!
Similar to my last post, I will preview a glimpse from my second act.
INT.. DONALDSON HOME – NIGHT
Virginia and Decker walk through the front door of her home attempting to sneak through without making too much noise. Leo is up and about the kitchen furiously scrubbing the counters.
Where were you?
I was out delivering the clothes to Marina.
You had me worried.
You left angry and –
Well, everything is okay.
You were gone for 5 hours! How was I to think that everything was okay?
Leo, this is Decker. He will be staying with us for a while.
Why? Who is he? One of your delinquent teen friends? Are you drunk, son?
Gees Leo, it’s 4 am, we’re all tired, we can talk about it in the morning.
It is the morning. So let’s talk. I don’t even have a say in this? Where will he sleep? Do I have to drive him to school every day? Where are his parents?
Come on Decker. You can sleep in the living room for now.
Decker instead heads toward Leo who is still ranting.
It’s nice to finally meet you, sir.
Leo is forced silent. Decker heads toward the living room to make a bed for himself on the couch.
(Whispering to Leo)
He’s fighting the same cause as you. Just as scared of the war that haunts your memories.