DAY 4: A Script About Something You'd Rather Forget
Salutations Writing Aficionados!
Whew, okay, so , a lot to unpack with this one.
A few points to make - I'm not happy with todays script. It's incredibly weak, and far below my normal level of ability. It feels very undergrad soap opera, very teen drama - and not the good kind. This vibe and style generally makes me cringe and I'd happily never look at this again. But, I also don't have a lot of time today to spend examining this, and if I'm honest I struggled with the brief as there isn't really anything I'd rather forget. Everything in life makes you, builds you, and is always ripe for a story. Never forget anything!
From an analytical standpoint I do wonder, if I hadn't have flipped the genders - would the script still read so poorly. If I'd kept the victim a male would it have had a greater or lesser impact? Or made no difference. Something to think about for sure, but there is something quite 'bitchy teen girls' genre that sours this because of that choice I think. The gender swap was an attempt to put some distance between me and the event, to make it less autobiographical.
What do you mean, flip the gender, Chris? Well gentle reader - I have of course exaggerated this for the purposes of attempted drama, but flipped the existing gender I have - because this did happen to me. For real. Not to the same degree, and not to the same extent - but there is an underlying baseline of truth in this.
I know there's isn't really much of a resolution to the script either - the twist is just that, a weak twist with no real resolution or payoff. However, in life, we rarely get resolutions of payoffs. We rarely get the answers, and ultimately, I think that's why this event resonates with me after all this time.
And that, I suppose is the point of this 'memory I'd rather forget,' I never got an answer. It is a firm and very hurtful reminder that sometimes people are just shit for no good reason. Even those you would count as friends. There's a wider context and bigger story that surrounds this small snippet of truth, but for the most part - this is a formative event - one that, if I'm honest, left some deep rooted scars and resentment (again, not this exact event per se, but the larger context surrounding it).
Oh, this has become a shocking expose into my psyche hasn't it!
Well, let's just get on with reading the bloody script. Forgive me for it's mediocrity - tomorrow's gonna be great! I promise.
Here is Message Thread:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1s7znPazXOfo2lfl27_1ofX9suOkliaP8/view?usp=sharing
Whew, okay, so , a lot to unpack with this one.
A few points to make - I'm not happy with todays script. It's incredibly weak, and far below my normal level of ability. It feels very undergrad soap opera, very teen drama - and not the good kind. This vibe and style generally makes me cringe and I'd happily never look at this again. But, I also don't have a lot of time today to spend examining this, and if I'm honest I struggled with the brief as there isn't really anything I'd rather forget. Everything in life makes you, builds you, and is always ripe for a story. Never forget anything!
From an analytical standpoint I do wonder, if I hadn't have flipped the genders - would the script still read so poorly. If I'd kept the victim a male would it have had a greater or lesser impact? Or made no difference. Something to think about for sure, but there is something quite 'bitchy teen girls' genre that sours this because of that choice I think. The gender swap was an attempt to put some distance between me and the event, to make it less autobiographical.
What do you mean, flip the gender, Chris? Well gentle reader - I have of course exaggerated this for the purposes of attempted drama, but flipped the existing gender I have - because this did happen to me. For real. Not to the same degree, and not to the same extent - but there is an underlying baseline of truth in this.
I know there's isn't really much of a resolution to the script either - the twist is just that, a weak twist with no real resolution or payoff. However, in life, we rarely get resolutions of payoffs. We rarely get the answers, and ultimately, I think that's why this event resonates with me after all this time.
And that, I suppose is the point of this 'memory I'd rather forget,' I never got an answer. It is a firm and very hurtful reminder that sometimes people are just shit for no good reason. Even those you would count as friends. There's a wider context and bigger story that surrounds this small snippet of truth, but for the most part - this is a formative event - one that, if I'm honest, left some deep rooted scars and resentment (again, not this exact event per se, but the larger context surrounding it).
Oh, this has become a shocking expose into my psyche hasn't it!
Well, let's just get on with reading the bloody script. Forgive me for it's mediocrity - tomorrow's gonna be great! I promise.
Here is Message Thread:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1s7znPazXOfo2lfl27_1ofX9suOkliaP8/view?usp=sharing
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