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What Maniac Enters A Screen Writing Competition With No Idea How To Write A Screenplay??? Oh Right. Me!

So yesterday morning I opened my inbox to find a shiny email from NYC Midnight The Screen Writing Challenge to say that the first round was officially open and we had eight days to write our twelve page screen plays based on the genre, subject, and character we have been assigned. Well I had the following: Genre: Action/Adventure Subject: Earthquake Character: Witness To A Crime So everything should be fine right? I mean, eight days to write twelve pages? That should be easy. That’s a pretty nice genre to get, pretty broad ranging if you think about it. Witness to a crime, well that’s pretty broad as well. Earthquake is a little odder but not impossible to work with. What’s the problem? Oh yes, I’ve not done this before and I don’t know how to write a screenplay. Ah. That might be an issue. Now let me clarify something before we continue. I’ve written two screenplays in my life. Both were during six form. That’s now six years in the past. The first was part …

Shadow Dawn Snapshot And Rejection Blues

There had been little warning and no defence. From the saddle of her horse Tara could see the bodies lying around the village, their corpses moved to create a macabre circle around the cobbled together cottages. The ones who still had hands, lay with them folded across their chests. The ones who didn’t… Tara turned her head away. ‘My Lady?’ The soldiers shifted behind her, their mounts unnerved by the tension. ‘Bury them,’ she ordered, and wheeled her horse away from the carnage. ‘But my Lady!’ He was young, his cheeks still a little chubby and Tara could see where he’d gnawed his bottom lip raw. ‘The curse.’ Ilia spat and the boy flinched. ‘There’s no curse,’ said Tara. ‘Bury them as they should have been already.’ Her horse started forward with a slight nudge from her heels. ‘Keep your eyes open when you’re down there though.’ The soldiers bowed their heads and complied, even the boy, though Tara could see him chewing his lip. ‘Children.’ Ilia shook her head. ‘He’s been listening to the …

If We Were Having Coffee

Hi everyone, it’s that time of the week again when we you get to hear me ramble at you about my week. For once I’ve had a pretty eventful week and managed to get quite a bit done so it’s going to be a pretty full post. So if we were having coffee I’d tell you all about… MY NEW FISH!!!!   Okay, so that’s probably not the most important part of my week, but I actually went out and bought them, brought them home, sorted out the tanks and got everything sorted out by myself. Fiancée was asleep for the whole duration of my going out, buying said fish, returning and putting them in the tank. ‘Fish.’ ‘Yes, fish.’ ‘Couldn’t you have bought some better one?’ Apparently he isn’t the biggest fan of platty fish but oh well. They’re mine and I love them. I bought three, one oranda called Danny and two platty who I’ve named Thelma and Louise. Thelma and Louise seem pretty happy with their new tank, Danny however has decided …

If We Were Having Coffee…

Good afternoon wonderful readers. Now I did quite a chatty blog post yesterday when I talked about NaPoWriMo Day One, but since I’m trying to have a super productive blogging day today and I do love this weekly feature, I see no reason why not to write another one. So, if we were have coffee tea, I’d let you know that while things are moving on as productively as I like, they are moving! I’m in the middle of redrafting what was chapter ten and is now chapter sixteen. Most of the redraft so far has been me writing chapters from scratch again, which I find a lot easier than sitting down and going through an older chapter to try and rework it. However, chapter ten has pretty much stayed the same and it would be silly for me to start again from scratch. Instead I’m trying to cut out all the major points that don’t fit with the new draft, bash some order into the chapter and then I’ll go through it start to …

If We Were Having Coffee

It’s been a while since I’ve posted a Saturday Coffee post but to be honest, not a lot has really gone on. At the beginning of February all of my productivity stalled and coupled with every cold going, and even a chest infection, I’m not really done very much at all since January. The second draft of the novel has now reached 40,000 words but progress is a little slow. I’m trying to focus more on my AAT course than the writing and that means I spend a lot less time at the keyboard than I would like. The course is what needs my attention however and the sooner I finish the sooner I can get back to focusing on my writing. Even if it does seem like Darkened Daughter is just getting longer and longer with every passing day. The fiancée and I have just got our mortgage-in-principal so we can start making choices about where we want to buy in earnest. Trying to get my head around legal fees and surveys is more …

If We Were Having Coffee

If we were having coffee: Well this week has been a productive one so I’d invite you to join in with the take-away that I’ve deemed to be the perfect reward for what has been a very grown-up and busy few days. I’ve finally got the go ahead to start my AAT Accounting Technicians Level Two Qualifications and I’ll be picking the pack up on Monday night so that’s the first bit of accomplishment for the week. As well as that I’ve managed to switch my gas and electric supplier to someone cheaper, enter a poetry competition, had a meeting with a mortgage consultant and hit 30,000 words for my novel! On the writing front things are going fairly well. I’ve got 30,000 words of the re-draft written which equals the first ten chapters and about a third of the story. The re-draft is actually turning out a lot longer than the first draft and the plot line has also developed quite a bit. I’m happier with the characters this time as well, they seem …

If We Were Having Coffee

If we were having coffee tea then I’d have to apologise for turning up in my gym clothes. After four weeks of laziness, I’ve finally managed to drag my butt back to the gym and the Saturday morning pilates class that I’d been getting into before Christmas. It hurt more than I remember it doing, but that could be because I’ve spent the Christmas in a sort of lazy slumber. That isn’t the only reason I’ve pushing myself back to the gym again however, I’ve signed up for Race For Life’s 10k this summer a Tatton Park. It will be my third year running the race and I’m hoping to raise a little more than last year for the cause. It’s always a great day with lots of ladies in pink who help to push you along when you feel yourself flagging. My best time was one hour and eight minutes so I’m hoping to managed it in just under an hour this year. If we were having coffee tea I’d let you know that last …

Weekend Coffee Share

If we were having coffee I’d tell you how I’ve spent the last four hours trying to write a chapter and I’ve managed 1,500 words in that time. It’s not my best and right now I’m stuck, really stuck and part of me worries that nothing I’ve written before this point makes a whole lot of sense. I’ve got just over 20,000 words of the second draft written and more keeps coming, but I don’t know if it’s all the same story… If we were having coffee I’d also let you in on the fact that I’m trying to write a few pieces for competition entries but having just as much luck on that as I am with the novel. It feels weird taking time off from one to work on the other and when I do I spend more time staring at blank screens then I do actually putting words down on paper. I feel like I’m plateauing and I’m note entirely sure what to do about it. I can’t work out if I …

Second Drafts, Conundrum Chapters and Troublesome Titles

The darkness in the tunnels below Turnkay’s Keep was complete and even with her heightened sense, Ilia was struggling to find her way. Above her the storm was still battering at the walls and even deep in the tunnels she could hear the whistling of stray winds whispering towards her. She felt the hairs on her arms rising as she shuffled forward, sliding one foot in front of the other carefully, never taking her hand from the wall. She felt the condensation clinging to her fingers, cold and wet, coating her skin and making her bones ache as the feeling leeched from her nerves. The sensible voice in the back of her head told her that the safe thing to do would be to turn around and go back to Tara and the guards, to leave well enough alone whatever magic was brewing in the bowels of the Witch Moors. She blotted out the sensible voice and focused on the pull. It was faint now. During the battle it had called to her like a …