Posts Tagged: screenplay

role-play (chapter 31, part 2)

I wish I were an actor.  I think it might make me a better writer.  I’d role-play my characters to get to know them better.  I’d understand them viscerally, from the inside.   My story is about a writer who

role-play (chapter 31, part 2)

I wish I were an actor.  I think it might make me a better writer.  I’d role-play my characters to get to know them better.  I’d understand them viscerally, from the inside.   My story is about a writer who

the actor (chapter 21, part 3)

Wayne has a strict protocol for seeing a movie in the theater:  First, you must go on Monday or Tuesday night to avoid a crowd.  Maybe Wednesday but never, ever on the weekend.  Weekends are for amateurs.   Second, arrive exactly

the actor (chapter 21, part 3)

Wayne has a strict protocol for seeing a movie in the theater:  First, you must go on Monday or Tuesday night to avoid a crowd.  Maybe Wednesday but never, ever on the weekend.  Weekends are for amateurs.   Second, arrive exactly

the writing group (chapter 15, pt.1)

The writing group has just finished discussing this week’s submission, a scene from Wayne’s script entitled Usher Place.  It was a short and lively scene, the one where the aging actress first seduces her writer.  The young man enters her

the writing group (chapter 15, pt.1)

The writing group has just finished discussing this week’s submission, a scene from Wayne’s script entitled Usher Place.  It was a short and lively scene, the one where the aging actress first seduces her writer.  The young man enters her

her hands are not beautiful (part 1 of chapter 14)

    (photo courtesy Jo) The hunched, black-clothed form of Mademoiselle Reitz shuffles up to the piano, gives a haughty little bow and plops down on the bench.  Her hands are not beautiful;  they hang over the keys like frozen buzzards and

her hands are not beautiful (part 1 of chapter 14)

    (photo courtesy Jo) The hunched, black-clothed form of Mademoiselle Reitz shuffles up to the piano, gives a haughty little bow and plops down on the bench.  Her hands are not beautiful;  they hang over the keys like frozen buzzards and

looking good (chapter 13)

(photo courtesy Adam Millet) While Wayne was getting ready to go out, the cat had showed up again, just waltzed right in like it lived there.  Wayne had left the front door of his apartment ajar to catch a cross

looking good (chapter 13)

(photo courtesy Adam Millet) While Wayne was getting ready to go out, the cat had showed up again, just waltzed right in like it lived there.  Wayne had left the front door of his apartment ajar to catch a cross

what would water do (chapter 11)

(photo by vlpg Too on Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/vlpgtoo/) The napkins have resurfaced, the plates have retreated to the center of the table and Lang Westwood is at the punchline of her story:  “And I said, ‘what are my choices?’ to which

what would water do (chapter 11)

(photo by vlpg Too on Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/vlpgtoo/) The napkins have resurfaced, the plates have retreated to the center of the table and Lang Westwood is at the punchline of her story:  “And I said, ‘what are my choices?’ to which

the chorus speaks (chapter 10)

(photo by fotorosso on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) A week later, Drew is in the shower in her apartment when the phone rings.   She stands in front of the mirror dripping on the floor as she listens to the voicemail message: Hello,

the chorus speaks (chapter 10)

(photo by fotorosso on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) A week later, Drew is in the shower in her apartment when the phone rings.   She stands in front of the mirror dripping on the floor as she listens to the voicemail message: Hello,

crying on cue (chapter 4)

(photo by ::fotorosso:: on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) “My first impression is that you’re just too damn tan for the role.” Lang Westwood has her foot propped rudely up on the desk in front of her. It’s a real handmade boot made

crying on cue (chapter 4)

(photo by ::fotorosso:: on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/fotorosso/) “My first impression is that you’re just too damn tan for the role.” Lang Westwood has her foot propped rudely up on the desk in front of her. It’s a real handmade boot made

preparing for a love scene (chapter 2)

(photo by nassau on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/nassau/) There is no doorbell and no knocker, just the giant brass face of a lion roaring silently.   Drew glances back over her shoulder between the white columns at the stiff green lawn.  She is

preparing for a love scene (chapter 2)

(photo by nassau on flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/nassau/) There is no doorbell and no knocker, just the giant brass face of a lion roaring silently.   Drew glances back over her shoulder between the white columns at the stiff green lawn.  She is

What Would Water Do: Chapter 1

                  The hopeful writers who make up her weekly group all have day jobs, but they each take one night a week to resuscitate their little sparks of hope or talent.  This Wednesday the group meets at the Starbucks

What Would Water Do: Chapter 1

                  The hopeful writers who make up her weekly group all have day jobs, but they each take one night a week to resuscitate their little sparks of hope or talent.  This Wednesday the group meets at the Starbucks