Here we are at day 6 of April and I finally have a chance to sit down and start taking a crack at writing the script. Those late nights on the job that let you out around 12:30/1:30am don’t allow for much time to write.
As I said before I am going to finish up the character development on my main character before I start writing my script. I’m hoping to have a good portion of that done today. While you wait to see what happens next you can read the character speech I wrote (these are unedited 1st drafts that are only intended to help give a look into who the character might be).
I also still need a Title for the film and you can read all about the prizes you can win if you suggest the winning title at the Title Contest Page.
The Character Speech:
I can show you a reckless canon if that’s what you want to see. Trigger happy. Well, I’m still alive and that thing, as I recall, you refer to as the enemy, is lying face first in the dirt with a hole in his chest because I killed him. If that is the reckless canon you want me not to be, then I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’re not dead and that creature is sticking probes up your unmentionables out of pure curiosity. Look, I know it’s because of you I’m hear, but I could make a damn well convincing case supporting the fact it’s because of me you’re standing here alive, right now. You have children, Darren? I didn’t think so. When you ever experience that joy in your life you’ll become a reckless canon if ever there’s a point that that child might be threatened.
I have children, Darren. I ain’t gonna let some sorry ass thing with a gun shoot at me without me firing back and letting all hell break loose. You see, I plan on seeing my boy again and that ain’t gonna be the thing that stops me. Call me a crazy mother, but the greatest thing that ever happened in my life ain’t gonna be taken from me because on of the other guys was more trigger happy than I was.This universe ain’t perfect, I get that. I ain’t perfect, God knows I get that. Which means you ain’t perfect. So maybe the fact that you’re a timid soldiers thinking the best of everyone balances things out a smudge. The universe needs a little balance, but don’t expect me to be tipping my persuasions in your direction and setting that scale off kilter. I value my existence too much to oblige to that notion of thinking. Now, if you’re done panicking, maybe you can help me over here. He’s got the access card to the facility, yes, the access card is his hand. We’ve had to do worse, now hand me your knife. Quickly, we aren’t alone out here and if we wait around, maybe, just maybe, but probably most likely, we’ll get to talk with a whole lot more of these guys and they probably won’t be too excited about letting us borrow their hands.
Knife. Now.