Script Frenzy 2010 Winner

2:55 PM Shonell Bacon 0 Comments

One thing kept me fairly sane throughout the month of April - a month where crunch time is in full effect and plenty of major projects are coming due: working on my script for Script Frenzy [LINK]. Although I'm nowhere near DONE with the script [and much cutting is in my future with it], I did manage to cross the 100-page mark needed to win Script Frenzy!




I'm really proud of myself because it's the first time I've written creatively since November with NaNoWriMo [LINK], and it's the first time in about 9 months in which I've written something that I actually want to go back to and edit and revise and submit.


Below is an excerpt for the screenplay, the screenplay of NO NAME. LOL It will have a title some day, but the one I originally had, Hell's Angel, doesn't really fit the story or character any more.


Remember, this is a VERY ROUGH, haven't looked at it at ALL draft of the script. LOL Judge accordingly if you must judge.


Here's a quick synopsis of story: A woman returns to her life after a 10-year bid for killing her husband with one thing on her mind: reuniting with the daughter who hates her.





INT. COFFEE SHOP - MORNING


Peighton, dressed up, is sitting at a small table in the corner, typing on a laptop.

She looks deep in thought.


DETECTIVE DEEKS
Good morning, Peighton.


Peighton looks up and is none too thrilled to see Detective Deeks before her.


DETECTIVE DEEKS (CONT’D)
You look nice.


Peighton doesn’t respond.


DETECTIVE DEEKS (CONT’D)
See you’re fitting into the world quickly.


Detective Deeks points at the laptop.


PEIGHTON
I used computers in prison...while I was getting my degree, Detective.


Detective Deeks looks outside the large windows and spots a motorcycle in a parking spot. He points toward it.


DETECTIVE DEEKS
Is that your cycle out there?


Peighton nods.


DETECTIVE DEEKS (CONT’D)
And you rode it here? Dressed like that?


Peighton looks up to him and nods.

There is a pause.


DETECTIVE DEEKS (CONT’D)
(clears throat)
You mind if I sit here?


Peighton shrugs.


PEIGHTON
If you must.


Detective Deeks sits, stares at Peighton.


DETECTIVE DEEKS
I’ve done some research on you...


Peighton snaps her attention toward him. She’s angry.


PEIGHTON
What the hell for? I haven’t done shi...


Detective Deeks lifts his hands.


DETECTIVE DEEKS
I know you haven’t. I don’t suspect you of anything.
(softer) This is about your past. About what happened to you.


PEIGHTON
And why is that any concern of yours?


DETECTIVE DEEKS
Because my son is seeing your daughter, and I want to know everything about her. And that includes you.


Peighton returns her gaze to the laptop.


DETECTIVE DEEKS (CONT’D)
And I’m sorry.


Peighton eyes Detective Deeks.


PEIGHTON
For what?


DETECTIVE DEEKS
For seeing you just as a murderer when I didn’t know all the facts.


PEIGHTON
(shrugs) Doesn’t matter. Most of the world goes off indicting people without knowing all the facts. Why should you be any different?


DETECTIVE DEEKS
Because I work to be different. And I think you’re a good person.


PEIGHTON
And you tell me this, why?


DETECTIVE DEEKS
Because I don’t want you to get hurt.


PEIGHTON
By what?


Detective Deeks sighs.

Peighton shakes her head and points in his direction.


PEIGHTON (CONT’D)
Don’t even go there.


DETECTIVE DEEKS
I know things. Things you don’t.


Peighton closes her laptop and places it in her bag. She drops money on the table and stands.


She bends to Detective Deeks’ ear.


PEIGHTON
You just can’t believe people can change, can you?


Detective Deeks turns to face Peighton. Their faces are close. There is a pause as they stare at one another.


DETECTIVE DEEKS
I believe people can change. I don’t believe the people you hang out with have changed.


Peighton stands and takes a step back.


PEIGHTON
Well, they haven’t done nothing to prove me wrong yet.


Detective Deeks raises an eyebrow.


DETECTIVE DEEKS
Really? Nothing?


Peighton looks away.


DETECTIVE DEEKS (CONT’D)
Just protect yourself. If things start to feel funny, protect yourself and get out of the way of danger.


Peighton gives him a parting glance. Nods.


PEIGHTON
Heard you. OK.

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Choosing the Better Part

12:45 PM Shonell Bacon 0 Comments

Yes. It's been awhile. I've been beyond swamped with the 50-11 things I give myself to do: school, editing, writing, and many more things I'm just too tired to even bring up.

I've wanted to write, really. It's been very cathartic to sit here every Monday and let words rush out of me that reveal my heart and my feelings instead of something that's purely academic. But when you write so much and spend so much time working on other projects, the thought of sitting before the laptop to write one more thing can be the breaking point.

I didn't want to break.

Well, I'm about three weeks away from completing my first year of doctoral work--more on that in later posts. Haven't really taken the time to sit, to reflect, to pat self on back for a job well done yet. Besides, got GRADES still to receive for this semester!

Like I said above, I've been busy--with stuff. Last night at church, the pastor preached a message that struck me right in the center of my chest and made me realize that for all the good I might be doing, I'm still not doing what is better for me...and this may be the reason for all the worry, the stress, the migraines, the health issues I've had this semester.

This isn't a new thing. In fact, earlier on, I talked about losing myself and losing my "religion" for the sake of "the work."

The pastor asked, "Are we distracted by things that may be good within themselves -- our duties as husbands, wives, mothers, daughters, employees, students...getting so caught up in that and not focusing on our true priorities, such as our service to the Lord?"

He talked of three specific passages: Luke 10:38-42, Matthew 10:37, and James 5:11.

In his message, the pastor said that family and work cannot come before the Kingdom of God. When we spend all of our time focused on the cares of this world, we are rendered unfruitful, unprepared for the true tests of our lives. We become worried, stressed out, troubled because we look for the world to help us when the world is in NEED of help itself. What can it do for us?

And these were all things I had heard before, kinda, in various ways, but when the pastor spoke of his wife and daughter, made it personal, it struck more than in previous times.

He said he loved his wife and daughter. He loved what he did. He said loving his wife and daughter and loving what he did were good things. They were pleasing things. But his wife, his daughter, his job were not going to get him into heaven. "They won't get me past first base. The one person that can is my heavenly father."

And as he talked, sparks of truth shot through my body. Shouts of praise from my mouth. My head nodded, and I knew this message was for me.

I do good things. I do pleasing things. I help writers become better writers. I am working on my Ph.D. I write--to entertain, to uplift, to teach. I give to others when I see them in need--even when I don't have enough for self. I do a lot of things that help, not hurt.

But when I stress, worry, grow troubled over whether I'll finish a class project, whether I'll give enough, or edit enough, or jump through all the correct hoops to make it to the end of a journey, I am not focusing on the better thing. I'm not focusing on God and who and what he is for and in my life.

With him, I can do all things. With things, I can do nothing--but stress, worry, and become troubled.

Church, over the last month or two, has been the anchor of my connection to God. I run to church on Sunday like my life depended on it. I've started going to Bible study classes, too. But I know I need to devote more time, more me time, more God and Me time into my life so that I can get straight with him so that I can be straight...and good...actually better with everything else in my life.

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