#writing a script

If You Want To Write Good... You Need To Write Bad - John Schimke

Okay, it's happening. Script being pulled together featuring a certain ghoul from a certain show based on a certain game. Tsk-tsk.

I should have it ready by the end of the weekend.

I'm still working on the world setting. I got involved with the detailed description and disclosure of minor characters, namely the Egyptian gods. I can't reveal them without explaining (at least to myself) where they came from. I didn't want to reveal it and get into this mess, but it fits perfectly with the main theme of the story (about improper upbringing), so I'll have to do it.

At the same time, I decided to throw on the proportions of the Ata character and change the clothes a little for them. According to the idea, if she's going to be shown as a 13-year-old teenager, I need to set her design to match. True, her previous design is cuter and I liked it better, but it won't do. According to the plot, due to the onset of puberty, she will begin a secondary arch. According to the old design, she doesn't look much like a teenager, she could have been given a maximum of 9-10 years.

Damn, now I have to rethink why Lilith originally hid Ata's gender from Lucifer😅 The character's design is tied to this, as is her conflict with Lucifer. While I was writing down the influence of Lucifer on the main plot, his conflict, etc., I changed his character in an order, and with that, his arc with Lilith and Ata. I had a feeling that the old plot would be thoroughly redone as soon as I started writing everything down in more detail😬 But I'm glad that I was able to rewrite so that the arcs of other characters had more influence on the main conflict and somehow reflected / told the main theme of the story.

Chandler Writing and Wanting To Write

Creativity is in Chandler's DNA but his mother's prolific opus is probably more of a hindrance than a help, even if she ever offered to help him get published, solely by virtue of the fact she writes a genre that is mostly frowned upon and laughed at and even though he wants to write funny things - books or articles - he wants to be respected in the industry, to make his own name for himself and to be recognised for talent and wit.

Chandler never loses sight of this dream. Not once. Even in an interview for the reunion, Matthew said Chandler would be writing. (And yes, I know these are mostly him what? Writing shopping lists, Monica, maybe planning out the perfect thing to say in a card, you never know what dialogue snippets or ideas or or short stories he might jot down too).

A Few Things Before You Read...

Keep in mind that this is a script, not a novel. There are certain structures and rules that would make it vastly different from writing a novel.

There was a 45-50 page limit.

This is a loose adaptation.

Because of that, the script will differ from the original content.

Any changes made to the original source material was done to better the narrative of the film.

Writing this was the best...and worst kind of mental, emotional and physical roller coaster. you could have when writing.

If you see a song mentioned playing over a scene, give it a listen while reading ;)

I cried multiple times while writing this.

Now, without further ado...

I’ve never tried writing a script properly before, but I thought this would work better as a play.

ELLIE: Sat at a desk in the middle of the stage with mess at the edges but a clear veiw of her. No other props/set. Dark with a spotlight on the desk. Ellie is sitting on the desk flicking through paper as Ellie taps her pen. You aren’t going to get anywhere if you can’t even think of the first line.

Ellie: Well then why don’t you think of one.

E: You know that’s not how this works. I’m just here to annoy you until you give up. E glares at E and pushes her off the desk, pushing half the paper with her. Groans and rubs her face with her hands. E is sulkily brushing herself off. Do you even know what it’s about?

E: Getting up to pick up papers and pushing past E. You know as much as I do.

E: You’re screwed.

E: Sighing and slumping back down in her chair. Yep. We are. A moment of silence before E pushes the papers over and sits back on the desk, bored. E begins to tap her pen again.

E: How about this: girl tries to write a play and fails because she’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to write a play.

E: I hate you. E looks up slowly, smile spreading across her face. Wait, no, that – that could work. E looks at her like she’s insane.

E: No... No, it couldn’t.

E: Yes, yes it could. Think about it, I just have to write about my own life! This could work.

E: Unless you want a happy ending. In case you hadn’t noticed, you haven’t actually written anything yet.

E: Well... Well I can do that once I have a cast together. I’ll start writing it now and then write about each part as it happens. E is getting more and more excited and sits back up, taking the lid off her pen.

E: That’s a good idea. You can finish performing your play, get a ton of great reviews... and then write the end of the play you just finished performing. E slides on desk as she slumps down. We hear a rip and she sits up again, holding up a torn piece of paper. She scrunches it up, throws it across the stage and picks up a fresh piece, which she proceeds to tap repeatedly with her pen. You know you wouldn’t have that problem if you just used your laptop.

E: I told you, I don’t want to.

E: Practically. Why not?

E: Quietly. Not meant to be heard. Because you said so.

E: That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. You know I’m you, right?

E: Shut up, shut up, shut up. Describing herself. Picture a girl – brunette, glasses, cute cardigan. Straightens her cardigan.

E: Scornfully. Well aren’t we a genius. E glares at her.