I found a thread on the NaNo Plot forums called "15-minute scripts." Basically, you take the important parts of your novel and turn them into a short, humorous script. Here's mine:
Title: Tall Heels
Setting: unknown city, current time
DYLAN: It's cold outside and I'm sleeping in a park. I need a place to live. But I have no money. I need a job.
LUIS: Good luck, go find a job.
DYLAN: I'll be a bouncer in a strip club.
CLUB OWNER: Haha, you're a girl. You can't be a bouncer.
DYLAN: *pissed*
DYLAN: I have no other options. I have to be a stripper. Luis, I don't want to be a stripper
LUIS: It's okay, you'll be okay. Go be a stripper.
DYLAN: Okay, I want to dance.
CLUB OWNER: Yay, we're desperate for girls.
DYLAN: I have no clothes, no shampoo, and I don't know what I'm doing. *steals shampoo and deodorant from a store, bathes in a river*
BABY: Welcome to the club. I'll show you around and act nice, then steal your shit when you're not looking, then yell at you for borrowing mine when you can't find yours.
DYLAN: These shoes are fucking stupid. I can't walk. *dances and makes money* Oh well, it's a job. Oh my god, who's that?
TAMRAH: Her name is Raqi. We know nothing about her.
DYLAN: Hi, who are you?
RAQI: I'm Raqi. Fuck off.
DYLAN: I have money, so I'm getting an apartment! Yay! My landlady is a sweet old grandma who gives me cookies.
MACK: I'm Dylan's crack-dealing ex-boyfriend, and I'm going to make her life hell. *shows up at strip club* Raqi, have sex with me for money, 'cos you look like you're ten and I'm a pedophile.
RAQI: *scared*
DYLAN: Leave her alone! *stabs with knife*
MACK: *leaves*
RAQI: How'd you do that? Teach me to fight!
DYLAN: Okay, I'll show you knife-throwing tricks, using the side of the building as a target.
LILY: Don't do that to the building!
DYLAN: Sorry, won't happen again.
RAQI: *cracks stupid joke*
RAQI AND DYLAN: *laugh hysterically and kind of become friends*
DYLAN: What's that noise behind me? Oh, it's Raqi. Hey, you live here too?
RAQI: Yeah. I look like a zombie but I'm going to tell you I'm fine. Good night.
DYLAN: I don't believe that you're fine. Good night.
DYLAN: I'm trying to sleep but I just heard the world's most terrifying scream. I'm going to go investigate. *goes upstairs* Oh my god, it's Raqi! *kicks down door, plays hero*
RAQI: You saved me. I'm a mess.
DYLAN: Come back to my apartment and leave your drunk mother and her rapist boyfriend. I'll make you canned soup, 'cos I'm too poor to afford tea, and hold you while you cry.
...and that's all that's written so far.
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2 comments:
wow sounds lite and entertaining...I can see the dancers that you took from real life. This is the most of your story that I have actually had a chance to read. I like it, I cant wait to red the whole thing!
Hehe, that sounds like such a fun activity to do! I might have a go when I have the time. :D
Your story sounds really awesome, like, my kind of story! :O
Keep going! ^^
Oh, and thanks for the comment on MY blog, hehe. I don't get many, so it made me feel happy =]
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