Showing posts from April, 2011

Psst...I finished ScriptFrenzy

The last day of ScriptFrenzy is tomorrow. I reached 100 pages at about 2 AM on April 29th--and then promptly crashed.

Whew, this was a close one.

Anyway, if you would like to entertain yourself, if you want to see what the hell one can produce in a month, drop me a line and I will send you a PDF version of the ScriptFrenzy script.

Music Tuesday

You might know Glen Hansard from the movie Once. He's also the frontman of an Irish rock group called the Frames--and this is them covering a Joy Division song called "Love Will Tear Us Apart."

As I've been writing the ScriptFrenzy, I've been putting songs into the script as I go along for my "soundtrack." It's really to take up space to move the page count along, but it's been interesting trying to decide which song goes where, in what scene, and why.

Do you have a favorite soundtrack or movie song? If you could have your own "movie style" soundtrack in real life, what songs would you have playing?

A New Direction

I've been mulling over ways to revise at least two of the works that have been written since I began this blog, namely The Keegan Inheritance and Last Request. They're completed--at least to a first draft or a first draft and a half--and never having had a longer work of my own to revise before, I'd put them aside and chased other ideas around.

I'm still not sure how to revise Last Request, but the Keegans have been resurrected.

Here's a quick refresher:

Miles Keegan comes from an aristocratic English family, but he has made his own way in the world as a merchant sailor.

He has one daughter, Alexandra, with an American-born mistress and his second child, Madeline, with his black Barbadian wife. When his wife dies, Miles decides that he's had enough of the West Indies and brings himself and his girls back "home" to England.

I opened Madeline's story first, in 1814, after Miles has died and left the girls (and their stepsister and stepmother) with a…

My New Song of the Moment

It's poppy. It's a fun breakup song. It's David Cook's new single.

Oh, yeah!

In addition, due to ongoing migraines, I haven't really been writing much beyond a page or two of script for ScriptFrenzy, but I had been thinking of revising a past project--the Regency idea--less romance novel, more straight up historical novel with kick ass heroines.

Well, for whatever reason, the father of the heroines has piped up and said his story should come first. I'll have to keep chanting "don't overdue the research, it's fiction" to myself.

Script Frenzy: Day 13

I think I've finally managed to distill the utter WTF-ness of being an employee of a certain branch retail chain. 

Let's see how my protagonist, Carly, learns about the weekly scorecard. 

Leslie leads Carly to one of the empty, unused registers. She pulls out papers from her folder. It is a chart of numbers, labeled Period 2, Week 4.

These are the weekly metrics.
With a manicured finger, Leslie points to the different statistics on the page.

Every week, this comes out. Your net sales, gross sales, returns. How much of your goal you did--I want that over 130% or else you don't get the full percentage...
Carly seems puzzled by that.

You only got 101% of your goal this past week. Ring more, then it'll go up.
But I passed my goals. 101%
But they don't give you the points for anything below 120%.
The points system. If you call out, you get points.If you're late, you get points...but those points are different from these points.

TurboTax, Will You Marry Me?

I just did my taxes tonight. On my own. No parental guidance. Only TurboTax guidance.

Refund from federal and state on my way!

Makes this proudly cheap girl quite happy.

This, by the way, is the first year that I've had to file taxes.

I am still working on the script for ScriptFrenzy as well--not nearly as exciting as completing my first tax return though. I feel so grown up!

On the other hand, my ears are shot to hell. Vertigo. Try not to get it. Feeling like you're going to fall over for an entire week is not desirable.

An Iggy aha moment

I just had, as Oprah would say, an "aha!" moment, so bear with me. I promise this little homily will have a point.

So, as one may notice if one has been reading this blog in any half-assed capacity, then you'll notice that there are a lot of posts relating to Iggy, the latest writing adventure/ self-inflicted torture/ "Hmm...won't know if I can write historical fiction if I don't try" project.

As you may find through the tag archives, I have my moments of complaining about my stories. Quite a lot, in fact. Storywriting is not all fun and games. At times, it's actually quite wrenching. Writing a harrowing scene or working yourself up into a state so you can write something angsty and dramatic is not what I would call fun. Hearing very insistent voices in your head is also, at certain times, not fun; in fact, it's downright weird. Not having your stories turn out the way you imagined is also really not fun. And when you suddenly don't connect …

ScriptFrenzy: Day 3

I have written 12 pages of script so far. I have no idea if it's any good or not, but it's entertaining because I decided to write a script about my day job.

You know, Adventures in Retail.

So far: the main character, Carly, has her job. We meet her family. We will meet her friends soon. And she's figuring out the procedural business of her job--crap like who makes the schedules, the fitting room schedule, rods, out of town and next up, Carly's first opening rally.

Time to layer on the "DAZZLE." "Dazzle" is the script's version of Magic Training. I am not going to tell you what is stands for because I haven't figured out the last two letters yet.

I'm not sure what my erstwhile companions this month are writing--they haven't updated page counts yet--but I feel less stressed, at least in my writing, because I don't have to overthink it. I can go back into Iggy's world with a fresher perspective.

I'm also nearly done with th…

ScriptFrenzy: Day One

This post will likely be edited throughout today.

I decided to do ScriptFrenzy, 100 pages of script in 30 days, by the same people who bring us NaNoWriMo.

It's a contemporary piece and I've no idea where this is going to go--but it's kind of nice, so far, to have something else as a break from Iggy and his Tudorness and the seriousness of all of that.

Then again, ask me how I'm doing with writing both in a week. Yikes.

So far: 4 pages. So far: a girl gets a retail job and has just finished training and is now getting acclimated to her department and new job.

Two scenes. That's all for now.