Despite the fact that I didn't do monologues for the last two days (I just ran out of steam), I'm very happy with what I've done. I've come up with some good ideas, and churned out some monologues with potential--and some that are utter crap, of course, but that's the way the cookie crumbles.
At some point (probably after May, I'd imagine) I'm going to choose 5 or 6 monologues and rewrite/edit them. Until then, I think it'll be goodbye to monologues--I'm a little tired of them, understandably. ;)
It was a great experience, and I'm very glad that I did it. Now it's back to regular scheduled programming, so to speak, with more regular updates on the main blog!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Day 28: Coffee, Tea and Condiments
Yesterday when I was giving my talk to the high school, Allye asked if I'd written a monologue about tea and coffee--I hadn't, but I decided I did actually want to do that.
... unfortunatly it'll have to happen probably tomorrow, since Thursday's for me are absolutely filled. Oh well.
... unfortunatly it'll have to happen probably tomorrow, since Thursday's for me are absolutely filled. Oh well.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Day 27: Loudmouth
Missed yesterday, obviously--I'm not so concerned about these last few days, as I've fulfilled my 30 monologues goal.
Today's monologue is about a loudmouthed bitch named Sharon, who is whining about, well, pretty much everything in her life. I don't often write bitches, so I figure I should get some practice in.
It starts with her insulting someone, and then starting to talk about how her life is so hard and people shouldn't talk to her about their problems--she has enough of her own. She talks about her estranged family, inability to pay the bills, the fact that the drycleaner screwed up half of her clothes, and that her boyfriend has left her for some blonde bimbo named Jane, of all things. Life is too hard for poor Sharon, so stfu. :D
We'll see how this goes.
Download Day 27: Loudmouth
Today's monologue is about a loudmouthed bitch named Sharon, who is whining about, well, pretty much everything in her life. I don't often write bitches, so I figure I should get some practice in.
It starts with her insulting someone, and then starting to talk about how her life is so hard and people shouldn't talk to her about their problems--she has enough of her own. She talks about her estranged family, inability to pay the bills, the fact that the drycleaner screwed up half of her clothes, and that her boyfriend has left her for some blonde bimbo named Jane, of all things. Life is too hard for poor Sharon, so stfu. :D
We'll see how this goes.
Download Day 27: Loudmouth
Monday, April 27, 2009
Day 26: Since You've Been Gone
Came up with the idea for this one while making myself coffee this morning; glad I did manage to get something done, and I like the idea for this one.
Mark has just come back from being stationed in Afghanistan, and he's talking to his sister Chloe. He asks what's happened since he's been away.
There's more story to this one, I think, so maybe later on I'll expand upon it. She has all sorts of mixed feelings about him being in the army--she never wanted him to go in the first place--so there's a significant conflict there which I think is worth exploring at some point.
Download Day 26: Since You've Been Gone
Mark has just come back from being stationed in Afghanistan, and he's talking to his sister Chloe. He asks what's happened since he's been away.
There's more story to this one, I think, so maybe later on I'll expand upon it. She has all sorts of mixed feelings about him being in the army--she never wanted him to go in the first place--so there's a significant conflict there which I think is worth exploring at some point.
Download Day 26: Since You've Been Gone
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Day 25: Cigarettes
Started this yesterday, finished it today. Haven't had time nor motivation to catch up yet. Just hope to hell I'll manage to write a monologue in the morning before school!
Download Day 25: Cigarettes
Download Day 25: Cigarettes
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Day 24: Rain
So, still behind one--have to catch up this weekend, as well as read 170 more pages of Crime and Punishment... sigh. Don't know how I'm quite going to manage this, especially since I'm working today and going out to my aunt's tomorrow. Ah, well.
This one I'm just making up as I go along.
Download Day 24: Rain
This one I'm just making up as I go along.
Download Day 24: Rain
Friday, April 24, 2009
Day 23: Looking Ahead
Another piece for the Khadion NPC mod for BGII, since I know I need to do an extra monologue to day and feel much more like writing a dialogue. This is a compromise between the two--a monologue I can cut up into dialogue.
This monologue occurs right after Khadion has made a very important choice... and he's not entirely sure what the future holds, or what he wants to do with himself.
It begins with him saying he's glad he made the decision he did, and he's thankful that it's all over. It wasn't the most fun of circumstances to be in.
He goes on to say that while that's all well and good, he doesn't know what to do next. He cut off his ties with his father, and with Merric. He can't go back.
He says he's never been unsure of his path before; in the past he's always had a very set goal, and he did whatever he could do reach it. He's realising that now he's not so sure he's able to be the man he wanted to be when he was younger any more.
Despite all the hardship the main character (who we'll call, uh, Josh) has been through, at least he has a clear idea of where he's going--or at least, it seems like he does. Khadion's given up even trying to maintain the fiction that he knows what he's doing.
Josh has this grand future ahead of him, but Khadion--well, he just hopes Josh doesn't mind if he tags along.
Download Day 23: Looking Ahead
This monologue occurs right after Khadion has made a very important choice... and he's not entirely sure what the future holds, or what he wants to do with himself.
It begins with him saying he's glad he made the decision he did, and he's thankful that it's all over. It wasn't the most fun of circumstances to be in.
He goes on to say that while that's all well and good, he doesn't know what to do next. He cut off his ties with his father, and with Merric. He can't go back.
He says he's never been unsure of his path before; in the past he's always had a very set goal, and he did whatever he could do reach it. He's realising that now he's not so sure he's able to be the man he wanted to be when he was younger any more.
Despite all the hardship the main character (who we'll call, uh, Josh) has been through, at least he has a clear idea of where he's going--or at least, it seems like he does. Khadion's given up even trying to maintain the fiction that he knows what he's doing.
Josh has this grand future ahead of him, but Khadion--well, he just hopes Josh doesn't mind if he tags along.
Download Day 23: Looking Ahead
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Day 22: Standards of Practice
Still backlogged by a day--hopefully I'll catch up later. I've finished my 7 days of music, and so now have free reign...
So, I really want to watch Battlestar: Galactica, but I'm not allowing myself to until I've written a monologue. Question is... what should it be about?
I think I'll go with the topic of "addiction"... I've already done a monologue about an alcoholic, and I don't particularly want to write one about a drug addict. I think I'll go with a caffeine addict. It's an innocuous sort of addiction, but one which affects many lives all the same. She's a smoker, too, perhaps?
She's a woman in her early thirties who's been trying to find husband material for so long that she barely remembers the qualities she actually likes in a man. Her standards are ridiculously high, and no one can ever match up.
She's talking to a friend of hers--Corinne--about her latest attempt. She was at a bar, a little tipsy, and this guy approached her... he fit the bill for potential partner, but she wanted an out, so she said she was there with friends. She was getting along quite well with him--he was handsome, funny and smart.
Then his girlfriend came along. She was an ugly cow; bleached blonde hair, excessive makeup--she really did look a little like a cow.
She wonders why it is that all the good guys are either taken or gay. She just doesn't understand.
Yeah, it's kind of typical. Let's see if we can make it a little interesting.
Download Day 22: Standards of Practice
So, I really want to watch Battlestar: Galactica, but I'm not allowing myself to until I've written a monologue. Question is... what should it be about?
I think I'll go with the topic of "addiction"... I've already done a monologue about an alcoholic, and I don't particularly want to write one about a drug addict. I think I'll go with a caffeine addict. It's an innocuous sort of addiction, but one which affects many lives all the same. She's a smoker, too, perhaps?
She's a woman in her early thirties who's been trying to find husband material for so long that she barely remembers the qualities she actually likes in a man. Her standards are ridiculously high, and no one can ever match up.
She's talking to a friend of hers--Corinne--about her latest attempt. She was at a bar, a little tipsy, and this guy approached her... he fit the bill for potential partner, but she wanted an out, so she said she was there with friends. She was getting along quite well with him--he was handsome, funny and smart.
Then his girlfriend came along. She was an ugly cow; bleached blonde hair, excessive makeup--she really did look a little like a cow.
She wonders why it is that all the good guys are either taken or gay. She just doesn't understand.
Yeah, it's kind of typical. Let's see if we can make it a little interesting.
Download Day 22: Standards of Practice
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Day 21: The Prince of Nothing
This monologue will be based around the Riven game soundtrack by Robyn Miller. It's all instrumental--very haunting and beautiful.
I've had a headache since yesterday, and while it's alright now, I'm just hoping it won't flare up again. But I do have to do these monologues today, otherwise I'll get so far behind I won't be able to catch up.
The story is about a prince, who was jailed for heresy and for trying to murder his father. Locked up for years, he lived on whatever the guards gave him--if they themselves did not force him to watch as they ate his meals in front of him. They gave him just enough to stay alive.
He did not believe in the religion his father so blindly followed--his father, who made decisions of war based on auguries and prophecies, and blamed himself if he failed. His father who, having been told his wife was a demon by the priests, killed her in cold blood.
Erdamos hated his father for being so weak; for believing without thinking. His father's soldiers murdered thousands upon thousands of innocents based upon the word of the priests.
One day, he watched his father go to war based upon a reading of sheep's entrails, and he took his dagger and stabbed his father to death. The High Priest, still covered in blood from his augury, screamed at the guards until his voice was broken and his face was a dull, mottled red, and Erdamos was thrown in prison.
He was eventually rescued by sympathisers... but by then it was too late. The kingdom, once stable and flourishing, was barely recognisable. He learned that the priests, with no knowledge of how economics or royal politics worked, had torn it apart. Civil war had erupted, and in one fell blow the people of his forefathers were scattered and fighting.
So he left; he could not bear to see what had happened. In this monologue, he's telling his story.
Download Day 21: The Prince of Nothing
I've had a headache since yesterday, and while it's alright now, I'm just hoping it won't flare up again. But I do have to do these monologues today, otherwise I'll get so far behind I won't be able to catch up.
The story is about a prince, who was jailed for heresy and for trying to murder his father. Locked up for years, he lived on whatever the guards gave him--if they themselves did not force him to watch as they ate his meals in front of him. They gave him just enough to stay alive.
He did not believe in the religion his father so blindly followed--his father, who made decisions of war based on auguries and prophecies, and blamed himself if he failed. His father who, having been told his wife was a demon by the priests, killed her in cold blood.
Erdamos hated his father for being so weak; for believing without thinking. His father's soldiers murdered thousands upon thousands of innocents based upon the word of the priests.
One day, he watched his father go to war based upon a reading of sheep's entrails, and he took his dagger and stabbed his father to death. The High Priest, still covered in blood from his augury, screamed at the guards until his voice was broken and his face was a dull, mottled red, and Erdamos was thrown in prison.
He was eventually rescued by sympathisers... but by then it was too late. The kingdom, once stable and flourishing, was barely recognisable. He learned that the priests, with no knowledge of how economics or royal politics worked, had torn it apart. Civil war had erupted, and in one fell blow the people of his forefathers were scattered and fighting.
So he left; he could not bear to see what had happened. In this monologue, he's telling his story.
Download Day 21: The Prince of Nothing
Monday, April 20, 2009
Day 20: Beauty
The inspiration for this monologue is from Nightmare's "The World"--they're a japanese band. The song is the theme from the anime "Death Note", which is by far one of the most intelligent shows I've ever had the pleasure of watching.
I chose it because there's something about the imagery in Japanese songs that I love.
You can listen to the song here. Japanese lyrics from here, and English translation from here.
English translation:
Download Day 20: Beauty
Not very happy with either of todays pieces. Oh, well.
I chose it because there's something about the imagery in Japanese songs that I love.
You can listen to the song here. Japanese lyrics from here, and English translation from here.
Hirogaru yami no naka kawashiatta kakumei no chigiri
Aishita yue ni mebaeta aku no hana
Kore kara saki otozureru de arou subete wo
Dare ni mo jama saseru wake ni wa ikanai kara
Kajitsu ga tsugeta mirai
Risei wo wasureta machi
Kuroku yuganda ima wo
Yume, risou ni kaeru
Doushite? Boku wa kowareta Messiah?
Dare mo ga nozonda "owaru" wo...
Hirogaru yami no naka kawashiatta kakumei no chigiri
Aishita yue ni mebaeta aku no hana
Kore kara saki otozureru de arou subete wo
Dare ni mo jama saseru wake ni wa ikanai
Itsuka boku ga misete ageru
Hikari kagayaku sora wo
Doushite? Boku wa kowareta Messiah?
Dare mo ga yume mita "rakuen" wo...
Hirogaru yami no naka kawashiatta kakumei no chigiri
Aishita yue ni mebaeta aku no hana
Kore kara saki otozureru de arou subete wo
Dare ni mo jama saseru wake ni wa ikanai
Itsuka boku ga misete ageru
Hikari kagayaku sekai wo
English translation:
We exchanged promises of revolution in the expanding darkness
I loved you, so the flower of evil sprouted
I won't let anyone interfere with
Everything that is to come in the future
A fruit has told me of the future
This city has forgotten reason
These distorted and black times will
Change into ideals, into dreams
Why? Am I a broken messiah?
The "end" that everyone has wished for...
We exchanged promises of revolution in the expanding darkness
I loved you, so the flower of evil sprouted
I won't let anyone interfere with
Everything that is to come in the future
One day I will show you
The sky that shines with light
Why? Am I a broken messiah?
The "paradise" that everyone dreamed of...
We exchanged promises of revolution in the expanding darkness
I loved you, so the flower of evil sprouted
I won't let anyone interfere with
Everything that is to come in the future
One day I will show you
The sky that shines with light
Download Day 20: Beauty
Not very happy with either of todays pieces. Oh, well.
Day 19: Different Trains, Every Day
Different Trains, by Steve Reich.
Oh, god, this is a difficult piece. This is even more difficult than The Robots.
There's a fear, a tension, uncertainty; mimicking voices, and trying to portray the sounds of a train. It's a brilliant piece, but...
Okay. Trains. Someone running away? It was written during the 2nd World War, I think, so that would be appropriate.
So a young, idealistic man runs from Germany, to escape conscription. He doesn't believe in what the Nazis proscribe, and wants no part in it. He has left everything behind, and doesn't know where he's going--just that he feels in his gut that he needs to leave.
He has a tendency to repeat himself, following the pattern of the music. I actually want him to repeat the phrase "different trains, every day"...
It begins with him sitting in the carriage, and someone has asked him where he's going. He says he doesn't know.
Download Day 19: Different Trains, Every Day
Oh, god, this is a difficult piece. This is even more difficult than The Robots.
There's a fear, a tension, uncertainty; mimicking voices, and trying to portray the sounds of a train. It's a brilliant piece, but...
Okay. Trains. Someone running away? It was written during the 2nd World War, I think, so that would be appropriate.
So a young, idealistic man runs from Germany, to escape conscription. He doesn't believe in what the Nazis proscribe, and wants no part in it. He has left everything behind, and doesn't know where he's going--just that he feels in his gut that he needs to leave.
He has a tendency to repeat himself, following the pattern of the music. I actually want him to repeat the phrase "different trains, every day"...
It begins with him sitting in the carriage, and someone has asked him where he's going. He says he doesn't know.
Download Day 19: Different Trains, Every Day
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Day 18: His Name
Inspired by Peter Sculthorpe's "Threnody"--specifically, this performance.
It's a dramatic cello piece--strange and beautiful. Thanks to Allye for the suggestion.
Download Day 18: His Name
It's a dramatic cello piece--strange and beautiful. Thanks to Allye for the suggestion.
Download Day 18: His Name
Friday, April 17, 2009
Day 17: Sleepwalker
And now for something with a few less thought processes behind it...
Something for Kate - Song for a Sleepwalker
Lyrics from LyricsDir.com. Who really need to find a better way to protect people from copying their text, honestly.
Download Day 17: Sleepwalking
Something for Kate - Song for a Sleepwalker
Lyrics from LyricsDir.com. Who really need to find a better way to protect people from copying their text, honestly.
No more will I play along,
and no more will I tell myself,
how it's gonna be from now on.
'Cause I've been stalling in between,
and I've been draggin' my feet,
making bets that this isn't happening.
And I sleepwalk around, two feet off the ground,
while the real world is trying to reach me.
And when the rain comes down, I see it all now.
Standing on the great divide,
of some collision between, ordinary and imaginary lives.
And this could be your lucky day,
'cause if tomorrow ever comes,
you'll be looking, looking the other way.
And you sleepwalk around, two feet off the ground,
while the real world is trying to reach you.
With stories that you, already knew.
It pulls you, and, pushes you.
And you sleepwalk around, two feet off the ground,
while the real world is trying to reach you.
And when the rain comes down, you find yourself now.
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.
Download Day 17: Sleepwalking
Day 16: Robots
My music teacher Allye gave me a bunch of suggestions, including a band called Kraftwerk, who were apparently the pioneers of electronic music--so that's what I'm using as my inspiration today. Kraftwerk's "The Robots".
Honestly, I have absolutely no freakin' idea what I'm going to do with this one. I suppose I did ask for challenging bands and songs!
Lyrics, thanks to LyricsDownload.com:
Alright, basic thoughts... beat, repetition (of daily life?), robots--emotionless, simple melody.
Slave > no free will > controlled > stepford wives? Typical "housewife" view of women? --slaving over the stove/dishes every day for husband etc.
Corporate workers > corporations? Supply lines, identical, no individuality.
God this music is driving me insane, let's get this over with!
I like the house-wife idea, let's go with that... controlling husband, kids... Perfect house-wife. That's all very well, but what's the hook? She knows the situation she's in, and accepts it--she's actually quite intelligent. A poet? Perhaps her monologue could be in poetry? (That's one thing I've wanted to do, yay).
She lives with the situation she's in because she loves her husband and children. She knows it's wrong, but chooses to stand by it because... something to do with programming? - because that's what her parents did, and despite claims to the contrary thinks that's the best way for a family unit to function? She does it because she believes it right.
She's interesting because she chooses to be a stepford wife. She believes it the right thing to do, despite what society says.
Conflict? Discussion with her husband about his day--subtle barbs at her that she ignores, subtle barbs at him that he ignores. They aren't happy; they're acting out a simulation of life, and pretending to be something they're not.
He works as a scientist for a computer corporation.
But wait, this is a monologue, not a dialogue. Okay; let's make it about him instead, I've really done enough women. He gets sick of her being the perfect mother and housewife--she's completely lost herself. He doesn't understand it. Let's try that.
Download Day 16: Robots
Honestly, I have absolutely no freakin' idea what I'm going to do with this one. I suppose I did ask for challenging bands and songs!
Lyrics, thanks to LyricsDownload.com:
We're charging our battery
And now we're full of energy
We are the robots
We are the robots
We are the robots
We are the robots
We're functioning automatic
And we are dancing mechanic
We are the robots
We are the robots
We are the robots
We are the robots
Ja tvoi sluga, (I'm your slave)
ja tvoi Rabotnik (I'm your worker.)
we are programmed just to do
anything you want us to
we are the robots
we are the robots
we are the robots
we are the robots
we're functioning automatic
and we are dancing mechanic
we are the robots
we are the robots
we are the robots
we are the robots
Ja tvoi sluga, (I'm your slave)
ja tvoi Rabotnik (I'm your worker.)
Ja tvoi sluga, (I'm your slave)
ja tvoi Rabotnik (I'm your worker.)
[repeat to fade]
We are the robots
Alright, basic thoughts... beat, repetition (of daily life?), robots--emotionless, simple melody.
Slave > no free will > controlled > stepford wives? Typical "housewife" view of women? --slaving over the stove/dishes every day for husband etc.
Corporate workers > corporations? Supply lines, identical, no individuality.
God this music is driving me insane, let's get this over with!
I like the house-wife idea, let's go with that... controlling husband, kids... Perfect house-wife. That's all very well, but what's the hook? She knows the situation she's in, and accepts it--she's actually quite intelligent. A poet? Perhaps her monologue could be in poetry? (That's one thing I've wanted to do, yay).
She lives with the situation she's in because she loves her husband and children. She knows it's wrong, but chooses to stand by it because... something to do with programming? - because that's what her parents did, and despite claims to the contrary thinks that's the best way for a family unit to function? She does it because she believes it right.
She's interesting because she chooses to be a stepford wife. She believes it the right thing to do, despite what society says.
Conflict? Discussion with her husband about his day--subtle barbs at her that she ignores, subtle barbs at him that he ignores. They aren't happy; they're acting out a simulation of life, and pretending to be something they're not.
He works as a scientist for a computer corporation.
But wait, this is a monologue, not a dialogue. Okay; let's make it about him instead, I've really done enough women. He gets sick of her being the perfect mother and housewife--she's completely lost herself. He doesn't understand it. Let's try that.
Download Day 16: Robots
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Day 15: Come Fly With Me
Aaargh, I had this big post written up, with lyrics and everything--and then I just lost it. Damn you, back button on mouse!
It's the start of "write a monologue to music" week, so I decided to start with Sydney band "The Presets", and their song "A New Sky".
Now, nowhere online that I could find has correct lyrics, so I ended up transcribing the song myself--but I'm not going to do it again, so you'll just have to make do for today.
Ideas: there's a steady, certain beat--moving towards something irrevocably, trying to take someone with him. In a club, obviously. He's trying to convince her to come back to his house, but she's not sure. Obviously a pretty literal interpretation, but hey--this is my first go, give me a break.
Download Day 15: Come Fly With Me
Oh dear, that title reminds me of Pam Anne. Ahh, well. :)
Tomorrow: Something For Kate -- Moving Right Along!
It's the start of "write a monologue to music" week, so I decided to start with Sydney band "The Presets", and their song "A New Sky".
Now, nowhere online that I could find has correct lyrics, so I ended up transcribing the song myself--but I'm not going to do it again, so you'll just have to make do for today.
Ideas: there's a steady, certain beat--moving towards something irrevocably, trying to take someone with him. In a club, obviously. He's trying to convince her to come back to his house, but she's not sure. Obviously a pretty literal interpretation, but hey--this is my first go, give me a break.
Download Day 15: Come Fly With Me
Oh dear, that title reminds me of Pam Anne. Ahh, well. :)
Tomorrow: Something For Kate -- Moving Right Along!
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Day 14: Anoki-of-Masks
This monologue will be based off the abstract piece "Heart of the Sunrise", by Bluefingers on deviantART.
Looking through some of the traditional art reminds me of how much I enjoy it. Also, I definitely want to write a monologue based around one of Ursula Vernon's pieces; she has such an interesting and playful style, and I think a monologue in that vein would be a lot of fun.
Brainstorming: roots, rails, separation, waterfall, burning roots, earth. What was once beauty now turned to ash/darkness? Spiders, shadows. Enclosure. Links.
With this one I'm intentionally not going to come up with a concept beforehand, and just let a story "flow".
Download Day 14: Anoki-of-Masks
Looking through some of the traditional art reminds me of how much I enjoy it. Also, I definitely want to write a monologue based around one of Ursula Vernon's pieces; she has such an interesting and playful style, and I think a monologue in that vein would be a lot of fun.
Brainstorming: roots, rails, separation, waterfall, burning roots, earth. What was once beauty now turned to ash/darkness? Spiders, shadows. Enclosure. Links.
With this one I'm intentionally not going to come up with a concept beforehand, and just let a story "flow".
Download Day 14: Anoki-of-Masks
Monday, April 13, 2009
Day 13: Autumn
Another freeform one, I think, with a time limit of 30 minutes--otherwise I'll spend forever on it and won't get to my script. Has to be 1.5-2 pages long.
Based on "watercolour lessons 2" by thatau (Thassiana Magalhaes)on deviantART.
Initial thoughts--
Autumn, regret. Cooling of passion. Things starting to hibernate, leaves beginning to fall--people losing their masks? Serenity. Melancholy.
Okay, after trying a bit, seems I need to write a short synopsis, just to get a feel for where I'm going.
A woman enters the stage, wearing autumn colours. She's in her mid-forties, and seems a little sad. She works at a bakery, and has for many years. She lives her life alone; no friends. She lives comfortably, and likes to think herself happy. But she's beginning to realise that she isn't.
She hasn't noticed the looks she gets until recently. She hasn't noticed the changes in the mirror until recently. She knew she was getting older, but... it's happening to suddenly, for some reason.
She's lonely--she's been lonely for a long time--and she's only now beginning to realise it. She wonders whether she's wasted years of her life.
She went to a counsellor recently, seeking advice. How should she approach this? She's not the type to go to a counsellor usually, but... something prompted her. The counsellor--a handsome young man--held her hand and said it wasn't unusual at her age. Perhaps she should make a change in her life; go travelling, or try to meet someone.
But she doesn't remember how. She's afraid of changing things, and relates back to the theme of autumn--she feels as if her leaves are falling, and she's being left naked, forced to contemplate the meaning of her life.
She says her leaves have been falling for a long time, and she never noticed--and all she wants is one more month of autumn--it's all she has left--before winter sets in.
Download Day 13: Autumn
Based on "watercolour lessons 2" by thatau (Thassiana Magalhaes)on deviantART.
Initial thoughts--
Autumn, regret. Cooling of passion. Things starting to hibernate, leaves beginning to fall--people losing their masks? Serenity. Melancholy.
Okay, after trying a bit, seems I need to write a short synopsis, just to get a feel for where I'm going.
A woman enters the stage, wearing autumn colours. She's in her mid-forties, and seems a little sad. She works at a bakery, and has for many years. She lives her life alone; no friends. She lives comfortably, and likes to think herself happy. But she's beginning to realise that she isn't.
She hasn't noticed the looks she gets until recently. She hasn't noticed the changes in the mirror until recently. She knew she was getting older, but... it's happening to suddenly, for some reason.
She's lonely--she's been lonely for a long time--and she's only now beginning to realise it. She wonders whether she's wasted years of her life.
She went to a counsellor recently, seeking advice. How should she approach this? She's not the type to go to a counsellor usually, but... something prompted her. The counsellor--a handsome young man--held her hand and said it wasn't unusual at her age. Perhaps she should make a change in her life; go travelling, or try to meet someone.
But she doesn't remember how. She's afraid of changing things, and relates back to the theme of autumn--she feels as if her leaves are falling, and she's being left naked, forced to contemplate the meaning of her life.
She says her leaves have been falling for a long time, and she never noticed--and all she wants is one more month of autumn--it's all she has left--before winter sets in.
Download Day 13: Autumn
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Day 12: Redemption
Oh, dear, after having looked through all of those wonderful paintings now I feel like getting out my art gear... fie, but I cannot! Must... write... monologue...
Based upon "Winterday" by Elolinon on deviantART.
I'm going to cut out character bio and synopsis this time, and go straight to the writing, since I think this one will flow easier than usual. I just have a feeling.
I think that was a good way to go. Maybe that's worth doing with these pictures... it seemed to be flow easier, and come out better. I guess we'll see.
Download Day 12: Redemption
Based upon "Winterday" by Elolinon on deviantART.
I'm going to cut out character bio and synopsis this time, and go straight to the writing, since I think this one will flow easier than usual. I just have a feeling.
I think that was a good way to go. Maybe that's worth doing with these pictures... it seemed to be flow easier, and come out better. I guess we'll see.
Download Day 12: Redemption
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Day 11: My Bedroom Window
The days are becoming a little stuffed up since I only did two yesterday, but ah well. Will catch up eventually.
Using "fraktal look" by gnato on deviantART.
Character bio:
Susan is afraid of crowds. She's twenty three, and when she was younger there was a horrible incident at a concert, and now she panics whenever too many people are around her.
She enjoys watching crowds go by, though; she stares at them wistfully, going about their daily lives. Sometimes she speaks to them, though usually she just watches. She likes to draw the more interesting people she sees, and has an excellent eye for detail--she has drawing books littering her room, with graphite pencils of all descriptions. She wishes she could use colour, but everytime she does, it ruins her pictures--so she sticks with black and white, easy and comforting.
Synopsis:
She has won an art competition--the prize being a full-page spread in one of the leading art magazines, as well as her own exhibition. She is being interviewed, since she can't be at the exhibition herself because of her debilitating phobia.
She is asked about the direction her art takes, her inspiration, and her process. They then go on to discuss how she feels about her art going on exhibition, and her fear of crowds. "I draw them to be a part of them."
Download Day 11: My Bedroom Window
Using "fraktal look" by gnato on deviantART.
Character bio:
Susan is afraid of crowds. She's twenty three, and when she was younger there was a horrible incident at a concert, and now she panics whenever too many people are around her.
She enjoys watching crowds go by, though; she stares at them wistfully, going about their daily lives. Sometimes she speaks to them, though usually she just watches. She likes to draw the more interesting people she sees, and has an excellent eye for detail--she has drawing books littering her room, with graphite pencils of all descriptions. She wishes she could use colour, but everytime she does, it ruins her pictures--so she sticks with black and white, easy and comforting.
Synopsis:
She has won an art competition--the prize being a full-page spread in one of the leading art magazines, as well as her own exhibition. She is being interviewed, since she can't be at the exhibition herself because of her debilitating phobia.
She is asked about the direction her art takes, her inspiration, and her process. They then go on to discuss how she feels about her art going on exhibition, and her fear of crowds. "I draw them to be a part of them."
Download Day 11: My Bedroom Window
Friday, April 10, 2009
Day 10: A Little Less than Comedy
This time I asked Sebastian to come up with an image for me to write about, and he presented me with this one.
So, without further ado...
Character bio:
Samantha is a performer; she's always loved the stage, ever since she was little and starred in "Noah's Ark", her Year 2 play. She sparkles, she sings, she plays guitar, and she's... well, slightly funny, but she thinks she's a little funnier than she actually is. She does have a great stage presence, though, and captivates any and every audience she is confronted with.
Emotional undercurrents:
She's slightly nervous, but mainly excited. The adrenalin of performing is rushing through her, and she's feeling a bit giddy.
Synopsis:
Sam is giving a performance in a local venue, doing one of her shows--bit of acting, with a dash of comedy and the occasional piece of music. She talks about how she got into acting, theatre and music, and how she learnt she loved the stage. Her first kiss was on stage, and she almost had sex for the first time on stage, as well, in a rather awkward turn of events.
In other words, the stage has been the love of her life--at least, after Dave Heaton left her for Susie Reynolds right before the Year 12 formal.
Download Day 10: A Little Less than Comedy
So, without further ado...
Character bio:
Samantha is a performer; she's always loved the stage, ever since she was little and starred in "Noah's Ark", her Year 2 play. She sparkles, she sings, she plays guitar, and she's... well, slightly funny, but she thinks she's a little funnier than she actually is. She does have a great stage presence, though, and captivates any and every audience she is confronted with.
Emotional undercurrents:
She's slightly nervous, but mainly excited. The adrenalin of performing is rushing through her, and she's feeling a bit giddy.
Synopsis:
Sam is giving a performance in a local venue, doing one of her shows--bit of acting, with a dash of comedy and the occasional piece of music. She talks about how she got into acting, theatre and music, and how she learnt she loved the stage. Her first kiss was on stage, and she almost had sex for the first time on stage, as well, in a rather awkward turn of events.
In other words, the stage has been the love of her life--at least, after Dave Heaton left her for Susie Reynolds right before the Year 12 formal.
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Day 9: The Red Cellist
Yesterday was so busy that I didn't get a chance to write the monologues, so I'm going to be writing 3 today and tomorrow to make up for it. After doing that last one just because I felt like I had to--and it being rather crap--I've decided that if I'm unable to do them one day, I'll just make up for it during the next few days. This is the post for the first monologue.
The image I'm using for inspiration is Sing Me A Line by HakanPhotography on deviantART.
I want to continue in a similar vein to my last one on Wednesday, which I really liked--so imagine this is a part of that setting, too. This is also inspired by the Greek legend of Arachne.
Character bio and background:
Allison was always ambitious. Having studied cello from an early age, along with many other instruments, her parents pushed her--perhaps a little too hard--to become the best. As she grew up, and came into her own, this became her own goal. Soon, she was unrivalled within the musical community; none could boast her skill. For a while, she was content.
When the Gods began revealing themselves, most were afraid--but not Allison. She sought out these so-called Gods, who claimed talents beyond mortal ken. They were elusive, however; fickle and whimsical, there was no pattern to their movements, and so she began to travel through the city in search of them.
She became so driven in her search that she neglected to realise she was becoming older. Years past, and though stories of the fey and gods whisked round the city like mice, she was always unsuccessful.
The gods were amused by her search, and every time things were looking hopeless for Allison, they would throw something in her path, encouraging her to continue.
So she continued, all the while playing, in the hopes that her music would draw out the gods she so desired to challenge. She played until her fingers bled, and the strings turned dark red, stained by her blood. She became known in the city as the Red Cellist for this reason.
The city had forgotten her, and her hair turned white, her skin papery and thin, wrinkles crowding the edges of her eyes and mouth. But her eyes never changed; they always burnt with the same fierce intensity, the ambition that drove her on. She could not rest until she had proven herself the most skilled.
She continued to search, and continued to age, until one day, her body would go no further. She laid down on the pavement, her cello beside her, and died, her life's purpose unsatisfied.
One of the younger gods--Ajalke--took pity on the woman. He gathered her withered body and made it anew, weaving in threads of fate, so that she would be able to play forevermore. He woke her with a kiss to the brow, and as she awoke tears leaked down her once again beautiful face. She clutched at his clothes, sobbing, and he was covered in confusion.
She had been at peace, finally, and he had woken her. She cries that she wishes he had left her be.
Furious at having had his help spurned, he drained the talent from her hands. She picked up her cello and tried to play, but the strings screeched cruelly at her. He disappeared, leaving her weeping.
Now, the Red Cellist wanders the city, immortal, always practicing and trying to regain the skill she once had. Hopeless and desolate, she has made it her life's purpose to warn people about the gods, and do her best to alleive the suffering of those touched like herself.
Emotional undercurrents:
There is a certain desperation to the way she speaks; words cascade from her mouth as though they cannot escape fast enough. She has lived a long, long time, and has experienced too much to be nervous; she is confident in herself, even if she does speak with a quick desperation.
Synopsis:
This is very much a sort of "what's your story" monologue. There's no particular setting or situation, she's just telling her story as outlined above, in her own words.
Okay, it's taken me all day, but here we are--now just for two more, groan. We'll see how I go.
Download Day 9: The Red Cellist
The image I'm using for inspiration is Sing Me A Line by HakanPhotography on deviantART.
I want to continue in a similar vein to my last one on Wednesday, which I really liked--so imagine this is a part of that setting, too. This is also inspired by the Greek legend of Arachne.
Character bio and background:
Allison was always ambitious. Having studied cello from an early age, along with many other instruments, her parents pushed her--perhaps a little too hard--to become the best. As she grew up, and came into her own, this became her own goal. Soon, she was unrivalled within the musical community; none could boast her skill. For a while, she was content.
When the Gods began revealing themselves, most were afraid--but not Allison. She sought out these so-called Gods, who claimed talents beyond mortal ken. They were elusive, however; fickle and whimsical, there was no pattern to their movements, and so she began to travel through the city in search of them.
She became so driven in her search that she neglected to realise she was becoming older. Years past, and though stories of the fey and gods whisked round the city like mice, she was always unsuccessful.
The gods were amused by her search, and every time things were looking hopeless for Allison, they would throw something in her path, encouraging her to continue.
So she continued, all the while playing, in the hopes that her music would draw out the gods she so desired to challenge. She played until her fingers bled, and the strings turned dark red, stained by her blood. She became known in the city as the Red Cellist for this reason.
The city had forgotten her, and her hair turned white, her skin papery and thin, wrinkles crowding the edges of her eyes and mouth. But her eyes never changed; they always burnt with the same fierce intensity, the ambition that drove her on. She could not rest until she had proven herself the most skilled.
She continued to search, and continued to age, until one day, her body would go no further. She laid down on the pavement, her cello beside her, and died, her life's purpose unsatisfied.
One of the younger gods--Ajalke--took pity on the woman. He gathered her withered body and made it anew, weaving in threads of fate, so that she would be able to play forevermore. He woke her with a kiss to the brow, and as she awoke tears leaked down her once again beautiful face. She clutched at his clothes, sobbing, and he was covered in confusion.
She had been at peace, finally, and he had woken her. She cries that she wishes he had left her be.
Furious at having had his help spurned, he drained the talent from her hands. She picked up her cello and tried to play, but the strings screeched cruelly at her. He disappeared, leaving her weeping.
Now, the Red Cellist wanders the city, immortal, always practicing and trying to regain the skill she once had. Hopeless and desolate, she has made it her life's purpose to warn people about the gods, and do her best to alleive the suffering of those touched like herself.
Emotional undercurrents:
There is a certain desperation to the way she speaks; words cascade from her mouth as though they cannot escape fast enough. She has lived a long, long time, and has experienced too much to be nervous; she is confident in herself, even if she does speak with a quick desperation.
Synopsis:
This is very much a sort of "what's your story" monologue. There's no particular setting or situation, she's just telling her story as outlined above, in her own words.
Okay, it's taken me all day, but here we are--now just for two more, groan. We'll see how I go.
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Day 8: Perfection
Aim: no aim, just to get this done before I go to sleep. I've spent the last couple of hours doing homework, and am very, very tired--but I'd be letting myself down if I didn't do something, however small.
This one is based upon the image "you are the perfect drug" by Eliara on deviantART. (Reminds me of Chiana from Farscape, so that may factor into this somehow...)
Character bio:
She has never had a name. Or if she did, she doesn't remember it. She feels she doesn't need a tag anymore--she doesn't need something to mark her as different, because she is different, and that's the end of it. She knows no emotion beyond bliss, and has an extremely limited perspective because of that. She doesn't care about so-called "earthly desires"; she has none. The only thing she fears is death, which she sees as black, encroaching upon the unblemished perfection of her skin.
Synopsis:
She is trying to explain who she is--her experience of life. She begins to talk about perfection, and stops. She says she almost remembers what love feels like, and relates her answer to love; her life is all about love; the love of crisp white, of greys and dark blacks. She has never found interest in colour, says it only confuses things, and that is why it drained from her being.
Everything drained but love, and now, she is love.
I know this isn't brilliant, and it's short, but eh. Just wanted to get something done before I sleep!
Download Day 8: Perfection
This one is based upon the image "you are the perfect drug" by Eliara on deviantART. (Reminds me of Chiana from Farscape, so that may factor into this somehow...)
Character bio:
She has never had a name. Or if she did, she doesn't remember it. She feels she doesn't need a tag anymore--she doesn't need something to mark her as different, because she is different, and that's the end of it. She knows no emotion beyond bliss, and has an extremely limited perspective because of that. She doesn't care about so-called "earthly desires"; she has none. The only thing she fears is death, which she sees as black, encroaching upon the unblemished perfection of her skin.
Synopsis:
She is trying to explain who she is--her experience of life. She begins to talk about perfection, and stops. She says she almost remembers what love feels like, and relates her answer to love; her life is all about love; the love of crisp white, of greys and dark blacks. She has never found interest in colour, says it only confuses things, and that is why it drained from her being.
Everything drained but love, and now, she is love.
I know this isn't brilliant, and it's short, but eh. Just wanted to get something done before I sleep!
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Day 8: New York Ballerina
For the next week, instead of coming up with ideas on the spot, I'm going to take inspiration from images either that I choose, or other people choose. (If anyone is following and has a suggestion for an image, shoot me an email or comment!)
This morning's picture is New York Ballerina, by Natasha Epperson. Found via her deviantART profile.
Character bio and background:
Lucy is a Dancer. But not just any dancer; she's one of an elite cadre who stalk the streets, fates light and dark following in the wake of their tireless performance. Cursed years ago by the Child-God Ihtafebra, they are doomed to dance along the streets forevermore, twisting and turning while their feet bleed and their souls wither. But like any of the Cursed, fate is drawn to them, and is smeared around them as they pass through the streets. In the dystopian city of New York, Dancers are viewed with fear and awe, and treated with the respect such emotions entail, for if you are touched by a Dancer... you are marked forever by fate, which will dog your footsteps until you move no more.
Lucy is a hardened, bitter woman, like many Dancers--but unlike the others, she is not without a heart. She chooses to dance alone in the forgotten alleyways, in the dark, unlit side streets, where the fate which sticks to her like syrup cannot engulf anyone but her.
Emotional undercurrents:
The Dancers are very emotional creatures; once filled with passion, they are now bitter and broken. Lucy is no different; she is filled with sorrow at her predicament, and has a great hatred of the Gods for meddling in the affairs of man. She is at once selfish and selfless; she will do anything to help herself, but she does her best to avoid the crowds of the city centre, where many of the Dancers prey upon the populace.
Synopsis:
This would be a very hard monologue to enact, because you would need to know ballet and contemporary dance. I won't detail the choreography, as having never studied ballet I don't want to write useless crap. The one thing I do want to denote is that her movements have to accentuate her words; when she becomes more fired up, so do her movements, and vice versa.
The scene begins as Lucy dances onto the stage. She warns the audience not to come forward, not to touch her; only sorrow can come from touching a Dancer. She goes on to explain the predicament of the Dancers, and how they came to be, and ends by leaving, saying she cannot stay in one place for too long, or it will be infected with the strands of fate.
Download Day 8: New York Ballerina
This morning's picture is New York Ballerina, by Natasha Epperson. Found via her deviantART profile.
Character bio and background:
Lucy is a Dancer. But not just any dancer; she's one of an elite cadre who stalk the streets, fates light and dark following in the wake of their tireless performance. Cursed years ago by the Child-God Ihtafebra, they are doomed to dance along the streets forevermore, twisting and turning while their feet bleed and their souls wither. But like any of the Cursed, fate is drawn to them, and is smeared around them as they pass through the streets. In the dystopian city of New York, Dancers are viewed with fear and awe, and treated with the respect such emotions entail, for if you are touched by a Dancer... you are marked forever by fate, which will dog your footsteps until you move no more.
Lucy is a hardened, bitter woman, like many Dancers--but unlike the others, she is not without a heart. She chooses to dance alone in the forgotten alleyways, in the dark, unlit side streets, where the fate which sticks to her like syrup cannot engulf anyone but her.
Emotional undercurrents:
The Dancers are very emotional creatures; once filled with passion, they are now bitter and broken. Lucy is no different; she is filled with sorrow at her predicament, and has a great hatred of the Gods for meddling in the affairs of man. She is at once selfish and selfless; she will do anything to help herself, but she does her best to avoid the crowds of the city centre, where many of the Dancers prey upon the populace.
Synopsis:
This would be a very hard monologue to enact, because you would need to know ballet and contemporary dance. I won't detail the choreography, as having never studied ballet I don't want to write useless crap. The one thing I do want to denote is that her movements have to accentuate her words; when she becomes more fired up, so do her movements, and vice versa.
The scene begins as Lucy dances onto the stage. She warns the audience not to come forward, not to touch her; only sorrow can come from touching a Dancer. She goes on to explain the predicament of the Dancers, and how they came to be, and ends by leaving, saying she cannot stay in one place for too long, or it will be infected with the strands of fate.
Download Day 8: New York Ballerina
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Day 7: Khadion and the Government District
Aim: let's be honest, there's no real aim to this one. Possibly that I'm writing it with the intention of turning it into a dialogue for the Khadion NPC mod project for Baldur's Gate II?
Sebastian asked me to write a monologue that could be turned into a dialogue, since neither of us have done any work on the project in a while, and I was struggling to come up with something I wanted to write about. So, here we are! This synopsis has partially been adapted from the dialogue directions, so this isn't anything new. I'm going to forego a character bio, this time, too--since I know Khadion's personality pretty damn well at this point, having played a large part in the shaping of his character itself.
Emotional undercurrents:
He's nervous about their presence in the government district; he's afraid of what might happen if he was caught. He's heard plenty of horror stories of thieves being (in his eyes) injustly prosecuted. He has a passionate dislike for authority, as well as those he feels benefit from the government--namely, the nobles.
Synopsis:
While in the Government district with the main character, Khadion expresses some nervousness, since he's a thief working for the infamous group the Shadow Thieves. Even though (he says) he's never been caught, he would prefer not to be noticed by Government officials. He says that he dislikes the Government here in Athkatla - in fact, all Government; he feels Government oppresses the freedom of the people, who should be allowed to do what they want.
He mentions that several Shadow Thieves of his acquaintance have been hounded by an official for inconsequential crimes, just because the official in question didn't like the ST, and Khadion found that reprehensible. Work is work, and feelings shouldn't come into it is what the ST doctrine says.
He goes on to talk about his dislike of nobles, as well; they have a superior attitude, and he doesn't like that because he feels he's better off than them.
He ends by saying he just hopes they don't have to spend too much time in the area.
Download Day 7: Khadion and the Government District
Sebastian asked me to write a monologue that could be turned into a dialogue, since neither of us have done any work on the project in a while, and I was struggling to come up with something I wanted to write about. So, here we are! This synopsis has partially been adapted from the dialogue directions, so this isn't anything new. I'm going to forego a character bio, this time, too--since I know Khadion's personality pretty damn well at this point, having played a large part in the shaping of his character itself.
Emotional undercurrents:
He's nervous about their presence in the government district; he's afraid of what might happen if he was caught. He's heard plenty of horror stories of thieves being (in his eyes) injustly prosecuted. He has a passionate dislike for authority, as well as those he feels benefit from the government--namely, the nobles.
Synopsis:
While in the Government district with the main character, Khadion expresses some nervousness, since he's a thief working for the infamous group the Shadow Thieves. Even though (he says) he's never been caught, he would prefer not to be noticed by Government officials. He says that he dislikes the Government here in Athkatla - in fact, all Government; he feels Government oppresses the freedom of the people, who should be allowed to do what they want.
He mentions that several Shadow Thieves of his acquaintance have been hounded by an official for inconsequential crimes, just because the official in question didn't like the ST, and Khadion found that reprehensible. Work is work, and feelings shouldn't come into it is what the ST doctrine says.
He goes on to talk about his dislike of nobles, as well; they have a superior attitude, and he doesn't like that because he feels he's better off than them.
He ends by saying he just hopes they don't have to spend too much time in the area.
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Day 7: The World Beyond the World
Is it Day 7 already? I haven't even started writing a "proper" script! Argh. :D
So, the challenge today is a difficult one... to create a synopsis and write a monologue in ten minutes. Alright... 3 minutes to write synopsis, 7 to write the monologue itself.
START!
Character bio:
Stephen is a slightly delusional poet, with a penchant for the unusual. It all began in his youth, on one particularly vivid acid trip--but he prefers not to think about it. What it DID do was let him see a whole world that nobody else can.
Synopsis:
He's standing atop a hill, looking out over a city. He's talking to someone else, explaining what he sees to them--he still finds it hard to believe he's the only one who can see what he does.
He sees all sorts of things, and explains how it all began to his friend while he describes what's going on.
At the end he says... "and that, my friend, is where my inspiration comes from."
Okay, done--awesome. I don't know how good it is, but cest la vie!
Download Day 7: The World beyond the World
So, the challenge today is a difficult one... to create a synopsis and write a monologue in ten minutes. Alright... 3 minutes to write synopsis, 7 to write the monologue itself.
START!
Character bio:
Stephen is a slightly delusional poet, with a penchant for the unusual. It all began in his youth, on one particularly vivid acid trip--but he prefers not to think about it. What it DID do was let him see a whole world that nobody else can.
Synopsis:
He's standing atop a hill, looking out over a city. He's talking to someone else, explaining what he sees to them--he still finds it hard to believe he's the only one who can see what he does.
He sees all sorts of things, and explains how it all began to his friend while he describes what's going on.
At the end he says... "and that, my friend, is where my inspiration comes from."
Okay, done--awesome. I don't know how good it is, but cest la vie!
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Monday, April 6, 2009
Day 6: One-of-Many
What aim shall I have for this one...
Alright. I have a word limit for dialogue of 50, in which I have to get across what I am trying to portray.
Character bio:
Beth is an actor, who feels she is just about to make her big break in theatre. She's prone to nervousness, and when she does get extremely nervous, she giggles. She has a brilliant memory, and has several hundred characters she is able to call upon at any time and act, improvising a scene around them. She is intelligent, and confident in her abilities--even if she does get nervous.
Emotional undercurrents:
Nervousness, obviously; a certain pride in her talents, as well.
Synopsis:
She comes on stage, her back hunched like an old crone, talking nonsense. She then straightens up, assumes a business-like air and begins enquiring about whether her secretary has called the stock-broker yet. From there she becomes a lot less self-confident, gets out her phone and worriedly confides to the person on the end that she suspects her boyfriend is cheating on her.
She then becomes a small child, and asks when dinner will be ready, and when Nanna is going to get there. Suddenly she's crying, curled into a ball on the floor, and confessing that she poisoned her husband.
She stands up, takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and looks to the side. She says: "Okay, I think I'm ready to start."
Now to write it... oh, dear. This may be harder than I anticipated. May have to cut a character or three. :P
Download Day 6: One-of-Many
Alright. I have a word limit for dialogue of 50, in which I have to get across what I am trying to portray.
Character bio:
Beth is an actor, who feels she is just about to make her big break in theatre. She's prone to nervousness, and when she does get extremely nervous, she giggles. She has a brilliant memory, and has several hundred characters she is able to call upon at any time and act, improvising a scene around them. She is intelligent, and confident in her abilities--even if she does get nervous.
Emotional undercurrents:
Nervousness, obviously; a certain pride in her talents, as well.
Synopsis:
She comes on stage, her back hunched like an old crone, talking nonsense. She then straightens up, assumes a business-like air and begins enquiring about whether her secretary has called the stock-broker yet. From there she becomes a lot less self-confident, gets out her phone and worriedly confides to the person on the end that she suspects her boyfriend is cheating on her.
She then becomes a small child, and asks when dinner will be ready, and when Nanna is going to get there. Suddenly she's crying, curled into a ball on the floor, and confessing that she poisoned her husband.
She stands up, takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and looks to the side. She says: "Okay, I think I'm ready to start."
Now to write it... oh, dear. This may be harder than I anticipated. May have to cut a character or three. :P
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Day 6: The Faceless Man
There will be at least one monologue today, hopefully two, but right now I have to read Dostoevsky so I don't fail a test!
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Okay, managed to read all 110 pages of Crime and Punishment needed, and I think I did pretty well on the test. Woo.
Now onto the monologue!
Challenge: to write a monologue where the sound of words themselves helps to establish the atmosphere. Reference: Gertrude's explanation of Ophelia's death in Shakespeare's "Hamlet".
Character bio:
The Faceless Man. The Faceless Man is a man without identity, a tool of the government, a figure of mystery and intrigue; his very name brings up questions. He is never seen--only his silhouette, if anything. He is an enigmatic figure. In a rare moment, we see him talking about what it's like to have no identity--to be a tool, without the ability to follow drives of your own. He has no self-identity, beyond what is given to him, and he has no choice.
Emotional undercurrents:
This is a character who is very "alien"; he has been taught not to think or feel the same way that other people do. He feels a certain absence from his emotions, though he does feel them; there's a certain frustration, and a longing for something he's never experienced. There's also the overriding knowledge that he must not make emotional contact with others.
This means that his speech should be very neutral, punctuated by the occasional burst of consonants--'t's, 'k's and 's's.
Synopsis:
It has been decided that he will undergo a psychological evaluation; the government has noticed him acting a little strangely of late, and want to ensure he is still fit for duty.
During the evaluation, he must answer a number of simple questions, which he reads from a single piece of paper in the room.
"Who are you?"
He says he is an arm of the government, and beyond that he is nothing.
"What is your job?"
To do what he is told. To avoid attachment, and resolve the problems set before him, regardless of simplicity, complexity or content.
"What do you feel?"
This is a difficult one: he has to say "nothing", but mean a little more.
He then leaves the room, looking defeated.
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I found this much more difficult than I thought. I used formal language to try to set up the atmosphere, and I think it worked to an extent, but I'm not sure.
Download Day 6: The Faceless Man
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Okay, managed to read all 110 pages of Crime and Punishment needed, and I think I did pretty well on the test. Woo.
Now onto the monologue!
Challenge: to write a monologue where the sound of words themselves helps to establish the atmosphere. Reference: Gertrude's explanation of Ophelia's death in Shakespeare's "Hamlet".
Character bio:
The Faceless Man. The Faceless Man is a man without identity, a tool of the government, a figure of mystery and intrigue; his very name brings up questions. He is never seen--only his silhouette, if anything. He is an enigmatic figure. In a rare moment, we see him talking about what it's like to have no identity--to be a tool, without the ability to follow drives of your own. He has no self-identity, beyond what is given to him, and he has no choice.
Emotional undercurrents:
This is a character who is very "alien"; he has been taught not to think or feel the same way that other people do. He feels a certain absence from his emotions, though he does feel them; there's a certain frustration, and a longing for something he's never experienced. There's also the overriding knowledge that he must not make emotional contact with others.
This means that his speech should be very neutral, punctuated by the occasional burst of consonants--'t's, 'k's and 's's.
Synopsis:
It has been decided that he will undergo a psychological evaluation; the government has noticed him acting a little strangely of late, and want to ensure he is still fit for duty.
During the evaluation, he must answer a number of simple questions, which he reads from a single piece of paper in the room.
"Who are you?"
He says he is an arm of the government, and beyond that he is nothing.
"What is your job?"
To do what he is told. To avoid attachment, and resolve the problems set before him, regardless of simplicity, complexity or content.
"What do you feel?"
This is a difficult one: he has to say "nothing", but mean a little more.
He then leaves the room, looking defeated.
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I found this much more difficult than I thought. I used formal language to try to set up the atmosphere, and I think it worked to an extent, but I'm not sure.
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Sunday, April 5, 2009
Day 5: May and the Stolen Cowbell
Aim: To write a "fun" monologue. I've been writing depressing things, so now for something lighter. Meant for kids, obviously.
Time: 20 minute synopsis, 20 minutes writing.
Short description:
May is a lactose intolerant cow with a problem. No, not that she can't drink milk--that's surprisingly not a problem. The problem is that she's lost her cowbell! She recounts the story of how she lost her cowbell to her friend Timmy the Squirrel, in the hopes that he might be able to help her get it back from the Cow Bully, April.
Character bio:
May is a worrisome cow who is very fond of her cowbell. She is an average young calf, just coming into... cowhood? She is the favourite of many of the older cows, because she's very obedient and polite.
Emotional undercurrents:
oh god I feel ridiculous. Okay.
May is very panicked about the cowbell; she's afraid of April and the Horses, but she's even more scared of what her mother will do if she finds out that May has lost the bell.
Synopsis:
May asks Timmy if she's seen her the Cow Bully,, April. On hearing that he hasn't, she explains to him why she asks. She's lost her cowbell! Or more accurately, it was stolen from her by April.
May was doing her daily walk through the fields when suddenly the Cow Bully, April, confronted her backed up by two of her larger bovine friends. (May secretly calls them "the horses", since she thinks they look less like cows and more like horses. Cows have a great hatred of horses.)
April demanded that May give her the cowbell. April has an obsession with collecting cowbells; everyone hears her coming from miles away, since she has quite the little collection hanging from her neck. (May snidely remarks that she has back problems from all the bells, but her mother says she just has an oversized udder.)
May tried to run away, but The Horses cornered her, and April took the bell, laughing meanly. May started to cry, and April just laughed harder, and walked off with the bell newly placed on her neck.
The cowbell was a present from her mother, and May is worried that if her mother finds out she has lost it, she'll be grounded, unable to leave the calf-pen for a whole week.
Upon saying this to Timmy, May realises that if she did tell her mother, her mother might just talk to April's mother, and May would get her bell back. May, suddenly excited and happy, thanks Timmy for the advice and walks away, determined to get her bell back.
Now to write it...
Okay, as I wrote it, I made the decision to make it so that May is talking to the audience. The above mostly still applies though, so I'll leave it as it is. Without any further ado...
Download Day 5: May and the Stolen Cowbell
Time: 20 minute synopsis, 20 minutes writing.
Short description:
May is a lactose intolerant cow with a problem. No, not that she can't drink milk--that's surprisingly not a problem. The problem is that she's lost her cowbell! She recounts the story of how she lost her cowbell to her friend Timmy the Squirrel, in the hopes that he might be able to help her get it back from the Cow Bully, April.
Character bio:
May is a worrisome cow who is very fond of her cowbell. She is an average young calf, just coming into... cowhood? She is the favourite of many of the older cows, because she's very obedient and polite.
Emotional undercurrents:
oh god I feel ridiculous. Okay.
May is very panicked about the cowbell; she's afraid of April and the Horses, but she's even more scared of what her mother will do if she finds out that May has lost the bell.
Synopsis:
May asks Timmy if she's seen her the Cow Bully,, April. On hearing that he hasn't, she explains to him why she asks. She's lost her cowbell! Or more accurately, it was stolen from her by April.
May was doing her daily walk through the fields when suddenly the Cow Bully, April, confronted her backed up by two of her larger bovine friends. (May secretly calls them "the horses", since she thinks they look less like cows and more like horses. Cows have a great hatred of horses.)
April demanded that May give her the cowbell. April has an obsession with collecting cowbells; everyone hears her coming from miles away, since she has quite the little collection hanging from her neck. (May snidely remarks that she has back problems from all the bells, but her mother says she just has an oversized udder.)
May tried to run away, but The Horses cornered her, and April took the bell, laughing meanly. May started to cry, and April just laughed harder, and walked off with the bell newly placed on her neck.
The cowbell was a present from her mother, and May is worried that if her mother finds out she has lost it, she'll be grounded, unable to leave the calf-pen for a whole week.
Upon saying this to Timmy, May realises that if she did tell her mother, her mother might just talk to April's mother, and May would get her bell back. May, suddenly excited and happy, thanks Timmy for the advice and walks away, determined to get her bell back.
Now to write it...
Okay, as I wrote it, I made the decision to make it so that May is talking to the audience. The above mostly still applies though, so I'll leave it as it is. Without any further ado...
Download Day 5: May and the Stolen Cowbell
Day 5: Sharing
10 minutes to come up with a synopsis, 15 minutes to write.
Aim: to experiment with a "life story" sort of monologue.
A young woman is talking about her relationship with her alcoholic mother; how she never wanted to be like her mother, and now finds herself at an Alcoholic's Anonymous meeting.
Character biography
Katie is an alcholic, and blames her mother for her predicament. She's been in a long string of failed relationships, somehow manages to keep her job as an accountant, and all of her friends are more drinking-buddies than anything else.
Emotional undercurrents
She feels guilty, and has a whole lot of self-loathing going on; she's very bitter towards her mother, and at herself for becoming her mother. She feels embarassed about her story, but knows that she has to tell it.
Synopsis
She starts by talking about when her mother started; when she was about 10, and her father (Stephen) left her mother (Marianne). How she was fine during the day, mostly, but she'd get drunk every night without fail--and sometimes didn't stop, being drunk for days at a time and simply not turning up for work. Katie remembers having to get herself ready for school and calling her friends' mum's to pick her up and get her to school.
She always said she'd never be like her mother, and moved out when she was 15 to live with her father. She moved out of home completely when she was 17, and lived with her boyfriend of the time. She never drank alcohol, scared that she'd become like her mother.
Things were fine until she and her boyfriend (of 3 years) broke up, and her friends took her out clubbing. It went downhill from there... she was drunk every night, and would crash at the house of whoever would have her.
She got a little better, got a place of her own, but the drinking didn't stop. She lost several jobs and learnt to keep her drinking to herself.
She was in a bath, with bottles of wine strewn all over the bathroom, when she realised it was the exact image she remembered seeing of her mother. She determines not to turn out like her mother, so decided she needed help.
Done, 6 minutes overtime, but oh well!
Download Day 5: Sharing
Aim: to experiment with a "life story" sort of monologue.
A young woman is talking about her relationship with her alcoholic mother; how she never wanted to be like her mother, and now finds herself at an Alcoholic's Anonymous meeting.
Character biography
Katie is an alcholic, and blames her mother for her predicament. She's been in a long string of failed relationships, somehow manages to keep her job as an accountant, and all of her friends are more drinking-buddies than anything else.
Emotional undercurrents
She feels guilty, and has a whole lot of self-loathing going on; she's very bitter towards her mother, and at herself for becoming her mother. She feels embarassed about her story, but knows that she has to tell it.
Synopsis
She starts by talking about when her mother started; when she was about 10, and her father (Stephen) left her mother (Marianne). How she was fine during the day, mostly, but she'd get drunk every night without fail--and sometimes didn't stop, being drunk for days at a time and simply not turning up for work. Katie remembers having to get herself ready for school and calling her friends' mum's to pick her up and get her to school.
She always said she'd never be like her mother, and moved out when she was 15 to live with her father. She moved out of home completely when she was 17, and lived with her boyfriend of the time. She never drank alcohol, scared that she'd become like her mother.
Things were fine until she and her boyfriend (of 3 years) broke up, and her friends took her out clubbing. It went downhill from there... she was drunk every night, and would crash at the house of whoever would have her.
She got a little better, got a place of her own, but the drinking didn't stop. She lost several jobs and learnt to keep her drinking to herself.
She was in a bath, with bottles of wine strewn all over the bathroom, when she realised it was the exact image she remembered seeing of her mother. She determines not to turn out like her mother, so decided she needed help.
Done, 6 minutes overtime, but oh well!
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Saturday, April 4, 2009
Day 4: Eulogy
15 minutes to write synopsis, 30 minutes to write. Monologue from a section of Purgatory.
Character biography and motivations
David is Ana's brother, who was in the car crash when she died. He's a little shy, and easily flustered; he's at university studying Psychology and English Literature. He's very emotionally sensitive, doesn't control his emotions well, and doesn't have huge amounts of self-confidence. He prefers to let other people do the talking for him. He and Ana had a very close, tempestuous relationship; he was her support and vice versa, but there was a lot of normal sibling arguments.
Emotional undercurrents
David has had a few days to come to terms with Ana's death; he's feeling a little bit numb, nervous, and he doesn't want to be giving the speech, yet feels he should. He was, as previously mentioned, very close to Ana, and so he's feeling very vulnerable. He misses her, and feels bad for pushing her about the drinking--he feels if he hadn't have done that, she'd still be alive.
Aims
I want to write a beautiful obituary of around 1-2 pages in length. I want it to be a well-structured speech, written by a man who isn't one for beautiful turns of phrase. Short, but meaningful.
Synopsis
He begins by introducing himself and Ana; he speaks about how when they were little, she would always be the one to hit him--but whenever somebody threatened him she would jump to his defence without hesitation. They had a very close relationship, even though they lived very different lives. He talks about how they stayed together even when they moved out--and how she helped him through a very difficult incident in his life, even though she had just lost her job and had no money herself.
He talks about how she was always trying to help him and other people, and that she had a great sense of humour--even if it was a little twisted. He says if she was there, she would have told a joke to lighten the tension; he tells a bad joke, pauses, and says she always had terrible taste, with a laugh.
He says that they didn't always talk to each other much, but they were always there when they were needed. He says he misses her, and that he loves her--and that he hopes wherever she is, that she's happy.
Download Day 4: Eulogy
Character biography and motivations
David is Ana's brother, who was in the car crash when she died. He's a little shy, and easily flustered; he's at university studying Psychology and English Literature. He's very emotionally sensitive, doesn't control his emotions well, and doesn't have huge amounts of self-confidence. He prefers to let other people do the talking for him. He and Ana had a very close, tempestuous relationship; he was her support and vice versa, but there was a lot of normal sibling arguments.
Emotional undercurrents
David has had a few days to come to terms with Ana's death; he's feeling a little bit numb, nervous, and he doesn't want to be giving the speech, yet feels he should. He was, as previously mentioned, very close to Ana, and so he's feeling very vulnerable. He misses her, and feels bad for pushing her about the drinking--he feels if he hadn't have done that, she'd still be alive.
Aims
I want to write a beautiful obituary of around 1-2 pages in length. I want it to be a well-structured speech, written by a man who isn't one for beautiful turns of phrase. Short, but meaningful.
Synopsis
He begins by introducing himself and Ana; he speaks about how when they were little, she would always be the one to hit him--but whenever somebody threatened him she would jump to his defence without hesitation. They had a very close relationship, even though they lived very different lives. He talks about how they stayed together even when they moved out--and how she helped him through a very difficult incident in his life, even though she had just lost her job and had no money herself.
He talks about how she was always trying to help him and other people, and that she had a great sense of humour--even if it was a little twisted. He says if she was there, she would have told a joke to lighten the tension; he tells a bad joke, pauses, and says she always had terrible taste, with a laugh.
He says that they didn't always talk to each other much, but they were always there when they were needed. He says he misses her, and that he loves her--and that he hopes wherever she is, that she's happy.
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Day 4: Grandmother Alya
3 minutes to write synopsis, 20 to write.
Alya is a grandmother, who has escaped from living in an aged care facility for a day and is travelling along the bus route. Sometimes she just likes to do this; it makes her feel like a part of the world again. She's an old Russian woman with a lot of history and personality; she migrated to Australia by herself after her husband and sons died in the war, and several years ago was forced to move into an aged care facility due to her cerebral palsy.
On the bus she meets an inquisitive little girl by the name of Karrie Fischer, who is trying to entertain herself on the bus ride. She asks all sorts of questions, and eventually the secret that Alya is escaping the aged care facility for the day--comes out.
(Part 1 done! Now to actually write it...)
Okay! With 2 minutes to spare, here it is:
Download Day 4: Grandmother Alya
Alya is a grandmother, who has escaped from living in an aged care facility for a day and is travelling along the bus route. Sometimes she just likes to do this; it makes her feel like a part of the world again. She's an old Russian woman with a lot of history and personality; she migrated to Australia by herself after her husband and sons died in the war, and several years ago was forced to move into an aged care facility due to her cerebral palsy.
On the bus she meets an inquisitive little girl by the name of Karrie Fischer, who is trying to entertain herself on the bus ride. She asks all sorts of questions, and eventually the secret that Alya is escaping the aged care facility for the day--comes out.
(Part 1 done! Now to actually write it...)
Okay! With 2 minutes to spare, here it is:
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Friday, April 3, 2009
Day 3: Peace
Aim with this: to experiment with telling a whole story, complete with a conflict and a two page limit. I also want to do my first experiment with a treatment, and see how I need to do it in future! This treatment will probably be a bit more detailed than I'll usually write, but I want to see how well I can do it. Tomorrow's monologue will be less "planned," and I'm going to write about the comparison between the experiences in my blog.
Character bio and background
Annabelle is 32, and has acute megakaryoblastic leukemia--in other words, she has been in hospital for months with very little respite on multidrug chemotherapy, and has had several bone marrow transplants to no effect. Though they originally gave her 2 months to live, she's survived 4, but she feels she's not long for the world of the living.
Over the past 4 months she has foregone all contact with her former friends, and broke up with her partner of the time as soon as she found out she had cancer. The only person she's stayed in contact with is her formerly estranged mother. The day before the scene of the play, she contacted her best friend Suzanne, and told her to come to the hospital. The scene takes place as Annabelle is telling Suzanne about the cancer.
Character motivations
Annabelle's motivation in this scene is to "come clean" to her best friend. She's been ignoring her for the past few months, and feels bad about that, but feels even guiltier for feeling like she's "unloading" on Suzanne. She wants to come to the end of her life with some peace, and she feels Suzanne is the most important person to her besides her mother.
Suzanne, though originally irritated at Annabelle for ignoring her calls soon begins to panic when she sees how bad her friend looks. She's trying to come to terms with Annabelle's death, and not fall to pieces. She wants to try to be Annabelle's support--even though perhaps it is she herself who needs the support. (Of course, this isn't obvious in the actual script, but I wanted to give some depth to the unseen side as well.)
Emotions
Annabelle is at peace with her death; she has regrets, sure--many of them, but she's come to terms with the fact that she's going to die. She feels guilty for leaving Suzanne out of the loop, and feels guilty for telling her. The only thing she really feels bad about is having to leave her friends behind--which is why she's tried to make it "easy" on them by cutting off connections with them.
Suzanne is in panic mode; she's already nervous, expecting something bad, but whatever she had in mind doesn't compare to the reality of the situation. She's shocked, and isn't sure what to say or think... she feels overwhelmed. She feels guilty for not having been there through the whole process at Annabelle's side, and believes she has to make up for that somehow.
The Conflict
The conflict is that Suzanne wants to know why Annabelle has cut her and their other friends out, and that Suzanne is trying to come to terms with Annabelle's illness.
Synopsis
Annabelle begins by explaining what's wrong with her; she apologises for both not telling Suzanne sooner and telling her now. She says it is painful, though a lot of the time she's so stuffed full of drugs she's not sure whether it's day or night. She says she wanted to talk to Suzanne and connect with her before she died.
She goes on to explain why she's ignored Suzanne and her friends, and that she broke up with her partner, Owen, for much the same reason--and though she feels bad about it, but did it because she believed it the right thing to do. She talks about how her father had cancer, and how her mother visits every day.
Annabelle mentions wryly that she feels a lot older than she did six months ago--as though she's had a lifetime to reflect. She was scared at first... but she realised that sometimes you just have to accept the inevitable. Sometimes there's a reason, and she's calm. She can face the next life with a sort of peace, and she muses that perhaps that's all life is about--a preparation, so that when the time comes we can face it at peace with ourselves.
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Character bio and background
Annabelle is 32, and has acute megakaryoblastic leukemia--in other words, she has been in hospital for months with very little respite on multidrug chemotherapy, and has had several bone marrow transplants to no effect. Though they originally gave her 2 months to live, she's survived 4, but she feels she's not long for the world of the living.
Over the past 4 months she has foregone all contact with her former friends, and broke up with her partner of the time as soon as she found out she had cancer. The only person she's stayed in contact with is her formerly estranged mother. The day before the scene of the play, she contacted her best friend Suzanne, and told her to come to the hospital. The scene takes place as Annabelle is telling Suzanne about the cancer.
Character motivations
Annabelle's motivation in this scene is to "come clean" to her best friend. She's been ignoring her for the past few months, and feels bad about that, but feels even guiltier for feeling like she's "unloading" on Suzanne. She wants to come to the end of her life with some peace, and she feels Suzanne is the most important person to her besides her mother.
Suzanne, though originally irritated at Annabelle for ignoring her calls soon begins to panic when she sees how bad her friend looks. She's trying to come to terms with Annabelle's death, and not fall to pieces. She wants to try to be Annabelle's support--even though perhaps it is she herself who needs the support. (Of course, this isn't obvious in the actual script, but I wanted to give some depth to the unseen side as well.)
Emotions
Annabelle is at peace with her death; she has regrets, sure--many of them, but she's come to terms with the fact that she's going to die. She feels guilty for leaving Suzanne out of the loop, and feels guilty for telling her. The only thing she really feels bad about is having to leave her friends behind--which is why she's tried to make it "easy" on them by cutting off connections with them.
Suzanne is in panic mode; she's already nervous, expecting something bad, but whatever she had in mind doesn't compare to the reality of the situation. She's shocked, and isn't sure what to say or think... she feels overwhelmed. She feels guilty for not having been there through the whole process at Annabelle's side, and believes she has to make up for that somehow.
The Conflict
The conflict is that Suzanne wants to know why Annabelle has cut her and their other friends out, and that Suzanne is trying to come to terms with Annabelle's illness.
Synopsis
Annabelle begins by explaining what's wrong with her; she apologises for both not telling Suzanne sooner and telling her now. She says it is painful, though a lot of the time she's so stuffed full of drugs she's not sure whether it's day or night. She says she wanted to talk to Suzanne and connect with her before she died.
She goes on to explain why she's ignored Suzanne and her friends, and that she broke up with her partner, Owen, for much the same reason--and though she feels bad about it, but did it because she believed it the right thing to do. She talks about how her father had cancer, and how her mother visits every day.
Annabelle mentions wryly that she feels a lot older than she did six months ago--as though she's had a lifetime to reflect. She was scared at first... but she realised that sometimes you just have to accept the inevitable. Sometimes there's a reason, and she's calm. She can face the next life with a sort of peace, and she muses that perhaps that's all life is about--a preparation, so that when the time comes we can face it at peace with ourselves.
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Day 3: The Dreamer
I'm not terribly happy with this one, but that's alright; I'm planning on thinking up and writing another one later on today. I didn't know where I was going with this one, which is why I feel it flopped.
Lesson learnt: write a treatment, however small, with some idea of what the plan is!
Download Day 3: The Dreamer
From now on, I'm also going to post the treatments I write to prove that I write them--and to encourage myself to write them!
Lesson learnt: write a treatment, however small, with some idea of what the plan is!
Download Day 3: The Dreamer
From now on, I'm also going to post the treatments I write to prove that I write them--and to encourage myself to write them!
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Day 2: A God Unto Herself
This is a bit unusual, and really needs some editing, I think. I like the idea nonetheless, and I hope it works even though it is a first draft! This one is several pages long.
A middle-aged woman explains her divinity to a counselor.
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A middle-aged woman explains her divinity to a counselor.
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Day 2: Afterlife
A bit of a play on what I first had planned for Purgatory, the first scene. Having written this, I'm not sure if it's still the approach I want to take (talking to the audience), but we'll see how it goes.
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Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Day 1: Day at the Footy
I decided to do another today, because I particularly liked one of the ideas I came up with. Another one coming tomorrow, of course!
Hopefully a bit of a heart-wrenching one.
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Hopefully a bit of a heart-wrenching one.
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Day 1: Tired of Talking
This took me around 20 minutes, and is about a page long. This woman is a bit confused, and might come across as a bitch, but she has a reason to be.
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Feedback, if anyone would like to provide it, would be awesome! Either shoot me an email or post a comment here.
Download Day 1: Tired of Talking
Feedback, if anyone would like to provide it, would be awesome! Either shoot me an email or post a comment here.
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