Archive for April, 2012

Prevail, Victoriana!

Sunday, April 29th, 2012

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Today I finished the first hundred pages to the screenplay to JEREMIAH WILLSTONE AND THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE, officially winning Script Frenzy 2012! Prevail, Victoriana!

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I’m super happy about this, of course, but this has been a very interesting experience. Even though I’ve left out much of the story and many of the nuances, the script is coming in massively long – 100 pages translating to about 150 of a 450 page book, probably resulting in a 300 page script with a four-hour running time.

I’m learning new techniques to cut things out – breaking things into self-contained scenes which could be deleted wholesale, streamlining conversations, recasting thought as action that illustrates the same point. I probably could easily cut this script down from 100 pages to 70 or even 50 … but then I wouldn’t have succeeded at Script Frenzy.

I believe that you can’t really tell what to cut out until you FINISH YOUR WORK (a philosophy shared by many in my writing group). Writing is not editing, and often you can’t tell what a story really needs until you finish it. (If you’re an expert author and have passed this stage in your development, bully for you; above, I’m talking to the not-finishers). For example, can this scene be cut? It might disappear, it might become one offhand line … or it could be expanded to a fullblown argument, if we need to highlight the tension between our heroes:

Jeremiah leans back, her eyes narrowing at her companions.

JEREMIAH

Let me guess. He lied.

GEORGIANA

(nods)

I do love dear Albert, Jeremiah, but the reason I stole your mark was to make a personal appeal.

PATRICK

Einstein was about to rediscover the weapon that ended the Civil War. In the Victoriana, the Peerage suppressed that knowledge.

GEORGIANA

The point of the mission was not to steal Austrian secrets, but to convince him to keep them secret.

Jeremiah scowls, looking at the both of them.

JEREMIAH

And you kept this from me.

GEORGIANA

The mission was … Need to know.

JEREMIAH

What kind of mad dictator came up with that rule?

(points at Patrick)

And why did he get—

PATRICK

To confirm what he was up to. The Lady Georgiana had to train me to operate the Crookes counter.

Jeremiah is glaring daggers at the two of them…

At my stage in scriptwriting, it’s going to be far easier to tell what to leave out after I’ve put it all in. So, even though I’m going to shift gears back to Dakota Frost #3, LIQUID FIRE and the Science of Airships panel at Clockwork Alchemy, my plan is to finish THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE script in its entirety. Then I’m going to cut it mercilessly until it hits a 2 hour (ish) running time. Then I’m going to hold a reading where a group of friends will read the script aloud so I can see how it sounds (a trick I learned from my friend the playwright Jim Davies). And then I’m going to cut it again.

And then Script Frenzy will probably roll around again, as I’ll have to squeeze all the above in around regular work and writing. But if I keep at it, after a few years of writing scripts I’ll probably have something pretty tight, something that might actually be salable. Not that I won’t try to sell THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE, but I won’t let failure to sell the first script I’ve written in twenty years stop me.

I’m in this for the duration.

Prevail, Victoriana!

-the Centaur

UPDATE: I forgot to mention SCRIVENER. Scrivener, Scrivener, Scrivener: without you I wouldn’t have finished THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE on time. I don’t know if you’ll replace Microsoft Word — I’ve been using THAT for almost a quarter century — but you made the process of producing a script effortless. Thank you.

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Back on Track

Saturday, April 28th, 2012

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We made it to “back on track”. 94 pages, which is just enough to finish up by Monday if I do 3 pages per day. I’d rather “finish” Script Frenzy tonight, so I can relax a bit tomorrow and get back to LIQUID FIRE. Let’s see what we can do to do that.

Oh, right, excerpts. I can’t do latest excerpts as we’ve moved past the first twist of the story. Here’s a bit from a bit further back:

Jeremiah arrives moments after Georgiana, who’s wearing a slit-front traveling dress over boots and pants and has a leather satchel. She’s discreetly checking a deranger.

GEORGIANA

Well, Jeremiah, have you everything you need?

She dry-fires the deranger, while Jeremiah checks a first aid kit she keeps in her left pocket.

JEREMIAH

Whether I’m to stab or be stabbed for the queen, I’m ready.

GEORGIANA

Is that a literal or metaphorical stabbing you’re hoping for?

Patrick arrives wearing an aerograph pack, not unlike a cross between a television and a World War II field radio.

PATRICK

Oh, gentlewomen, please.

(notes blunderblast)

You’ve quite taken to that. I should give it to you.

JEREMIAH

(smiles)

Yes, you should. Check your pack?

Check your pack, wind your braces, buckle your chin-strap.

Prevail, Victoriana!

-the Centaur

UPDATE: Taking a break at 96 pages. That should be enough for tonight, and I’ve just about closed down the Coffee Society … but if I get more beans and vinegar, who knows?

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Aaalmost there…

Saturday, April 28th, 2012

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19 pages so far today. 1 and a half pages to go to put me back on the track I should have been all month.

Stay on target.

-the Centaur

Stay on Target

Saturday, April 28th, 2012

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Eighty-five pages in. There’s so much I would want to do to this script; so much I want to cut out, to streamline. But now’s not the time to do that. Now’s Script Frenzy, it’s only 7pm, and I’m just 8 pages shy of being back on track, back on the REAL track, the 3-a-day-to-finish track. Let’s see if we can do it. Latest excerpt:

Jeremiah looks back at her companions, mouth hanging open. Patrick is struggling with the straps of his aerograph.

PATRICK

Why am I lugging this? I should just polish up a sliver of obsidian and pack it with magic—

JEREMIAH

Settle down. That wasn’t magic. We need to establish our location—

GEORGIANA

Oh, I know where we are.

(staring overhead)

But that’s less of an answer than a new conundrum.

Jeremiah and Patrick turn to follow her eyes. Fifty feet away, a weathered archway over a wide road says…

That says … what? You’ll have to wait and see. (Though people who’ve read “Steampunk Fairy Chick” can probably guess.)

-the Centaur

Today’s the Day

Saturday, April 28th, 2012

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Today’s the day I can get back on track. Already 5 pages in to today’s quota, it’s barely past noon, and I’m not scheduled to do anything today except write. No birthday parties, no trips to the park, no ferrying people about the whole Bay Area and Pacific Coast Highway. Just writing. Latest excerpt:

Harbinger motions to an aeronaut to take his place at the console. Jeremiah leaps down into the navigation trench, art deco glass crunching under her boots. She peers about.

JEREMIAH

Lower us over the shorter tower at our five o’clock. It looks to have a flat roof and a fire escape.

BIRMINGHAM

(looks in telescopes)

We’re on it, Commander.

JEREMIAH

Doubly capital.

She leaps up the stairs and joins Patrick, who is extending his hand to Georgiana — but with his eyes on Jeremiah.

PATRICK

Just like old times.

Georgiana, as oblivious as Jeremiah, takes his hand and rises, and the three of them are together again.

GEORGIANA

Just like Austria.

JEREMIAH

Let’s hope not, you stole from me all the best men.

PATRICK

There are other fish in the sea.

The three of them walk together from the bridge.

JEREMIAH

We’ll keep an eye out for you—

PATRICK

Oi—

Here goes nothing. Onward into the seas of time!

-the Centaur

At 73 Pages…

Friday, April 27th, 2012

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… 27 left to finish by Monday night. That is all.

-the Centaur

We Interrupt This Broadcast … to Bring You Art

Thursday, April 26th, 2012

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A pause, however brief, from THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE. My wife Sandi has worked the past week collecting over two years of new pictures documenting her work as a faux finisher and artist, and I’ve just updated our gallery software to support detailed thumbnails (as shown above). After a long night’s work, I’ve uploaded all this new hawtness to Sandi’s newly refreshed website, studiosandi.com. New, improved, with her California Contractor’s License number, 966222:

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Now serving all your faux finishing, decorative painting, muraling and fine art needs in the Bay Area.

Soon back to your regularly scheduled clockworks…

-the Centaur

Excellent Progress is Not Enough

Monday, April 23rd, 2012

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I’ve done 6 pages of THE CLOCKWORK TIME MACHINE today, double the needed Script Frenzy rate.

If only I wasn’t already 40+ pages behind!

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I don’t think I’ve ever been this far behind on a National Novel Writing Month-like challenge, or with so much else to do in my life.

Time to step up my game.

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New late-night coffeehouse detected, spouse alerted, necessary emails sent, distractions out of the way. 3 pages to go to get back on target; a magical 4 pages will put me ahead for the day – a pace that can only lead to victory! What would Jeremiah say?

GEORGIANA

Oh, dear God, I’m right.

The murmuring now becomes an open free for all. All the characters start speaking over each other.

PATRICK

Hang it all, it’s not possible for him to undo history—

NATASHA

Fine for you, you’re a man, you’ve a place in the world he wants—

BIRMINGHAM

So we’ve found him. Excellent. Any similarity to this speculation is surely simple coincidence—

SIR ALICE

Coincidence? We’ve never gotten a demagnetizer past the Confederates antenna arrays before—

Jeremiah calmly draws her sole working Kathodenstrahl and fires a blast straight up. The unlit chandelier beneath the apex of the dome flickers with lightning and light.

JEREMIAH

Do I have your attention?

(glances around)

Gentlemen and gentlewomen. The Lady Georgiana has identified an a threat to our very existence, and Sir Alice has just confirmed it.

She holsters her weapon, then looks at the spectroscope.

JEREMIAH

Sir Alice, I must recommend extreme boldness.

Extreme boldness, indeed.

Prevail, Victoriana!

-the Centaur

Stay on Target

Monday, April 23rd, 2012

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31 pages in. Stay on target. Latest excerpt:

INSET: she turns her pliers, exposing five distinct sets of wheels with settings at the heart of the navigear.

… perhaps five, though the last might be an imaginary residue—

SIR ALICE

An imaginary residue, leaving us with a time machine, like Wells’s aerograph romances? Lady Georgiana, you’ve fallen too much in love with young Einstein for your own good!

GEORGIANA

(flustered)

Be that as it may, the Machine is gone from a sealed hangar, and Commander Willstone, Lieutenant Harbinger, Sargeant Natasha and twenty of her Falconers saw it disappear with their own eyes accompanied by the distinctive ripples I think would be generated by this device—

BIRMINGHAM

But why would he even do such a thing? Tomorrow comes whether you want it to or not—

GEORGIANA

But yesterday doesn’t. If you could travel to the past, there’s a good chance you could change it.

SIR ALICE

Good God. What would a reactionary like Lord Christopherson do with our history?

NATASHA

Amass an army.

BIRMINGHAM

Overthrow the crown?

JEREMIAH

I know. The blackguard told me. He’s gone to undo Liberation.

Onward…

-the Centaur

Making Progress…

Friday, April 20th, 2012

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Yerk. Still amazingly behind … 23 pages in, need 77 more to go. Need to write 8 pages a day to get back on track. Can you say AAAAAAA! I can. People stare at me when I do. But I can. Here’s a bit more about the script from the Script Frenzy site:

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Latest excerpt:

Green crackling fire envelops the whole machine, tinged by a growing blue glow of Cerenkov radiation. The air around the machine ripples, like the machine is dipped in water.

Images begin appearing in the rippling miasma: Jeremiah and Patrick, Natasha raising her weapon, a footman falling. It’s clear these are a jumble of events, past and future.

JEREMIAH

(tilting her head)

That’s more than an air craft.

START FLASHBACK

Jeremiah, in a ridiculous dress, half undone, lounges in a punt. She waves at the shore, where Patrick walks with Georgiana, who glares jealously on.

Jeremiah plucks a bit of cheese from a basket, strong hands push a pole, and the camera pans back to a young Albert Einstein, similarly disheveled, pushing the punt.

JEREMIAH

I wish we had more time.

EINSTEIN

(smiling sadly)

What is time, but another kind of space? Ripples in one move us along the axis of the other.

Jeremiah looks aside, where a dragonfly alights on a leaf. Water churns around the pole, an eddy catches the leaf, and it is whipped back around the pole as it moves forward.

JEREMIAH

If ripples are time and space, what’s flow? Can we get more time?

EINSTEIN

(winks at her)

Must I give up all my secrets?

JEREMIAH

(crooks her finger)

If you want to make more ripples.

The dragonfly alights … and Jeremiah takes his hand.

Poor Albert! Jeremiah will only break your heart. Onward!

-the Centaur