When I told Hunny that I was doing 30 Scenes in 30 Days, he didn’t think that I could do it. And you know what? He was right! I couldn’t write a scene a day for a month. But I tried. I’m still trying.
This is a scene from my grandmother’s biopic. It doesn’t have character descriptions because the characters have been introduced earlier in the piece.
After my Grandmother gave birth to Raymond, a still born child, the doctors told her she would never have children of her own. My Grandparents adopted my Aunt. Two years later, she gave birth to another son, my Dad. It’s such a miracle that we’re here right now and I am writing this.
I couldn’t decide which song to write about today. So, I had to pick the song that I’ve been singing to myself for days.
If you’re a Chris Thile fan, don’t watch How to Grow a Band. Trust me. The logline should be: A Machiavellian mandolin player emotionally cripples bandmates.
Day Nine was supposed to be a dialogue driven scene, but I couldn’t post it because I didn’t have my laptop. I decided to give you a “two for one” today. Here is the scene for Day Nine:
Here is the scene for today:
Now that I’ve recuperated from whatever strange bug I had, I caught Yeeyum’s stomach virus. The joys of motherhood *sigh*
Hunny forgot our laptop at church. My screenwriting software is on said laptop. The scene for today is on the laptop, too.
At least, Hunny rented The Mighty Ducks. I loved that movie as a kid. I’m not a fan of hockey or sports movies, which speaks to the writing of this movie. The question remains, though: Will I like it as an adult?
Hopefully, we’ll get our laptop tomorrow!
You guys. I hit a wall. I totally could NOT come up with anything today. Nothin’. Nada. Zip. So I fudged a little. I’m using a scene that I wrote years ago for a contest. I wasn’t even a finalist in it, but I tried!
The genre is Thriller.
Hopefully, I’ll get my creative juices going for tomorrow’s scene.
I haven’t been feeling well today, so I thought an autobiographical scene would be easy for me. This happened shortly after Christmas. Sadly, I did not take any dramatic license with this one.
Although I did play it safe, I still ended up sorry.
This past weekend sucked. There really isn’t a better description for it. Other than a few bright spots, it was a crap fest.
I decided to use my Whatevs category to write a love letter to myself and to you. If you’re feeling bad, if other people’s expectations of you are wearing you down, if the comments from others are crippling, then this is for you. This is for us.
A little reminder that His all encompassing love for us is more than the circumstances of our life. His love is more than enough. We are enough to Him.
Even though my descent originates from the British Isles and Germany, I have always felt attached to Native American culture. Maybe I wouldn’t feel this way if my mom didn’t take us to Pow Wows growing up.
This is an image that I pinned on Pinterest months ago. It reminded me of a documentary I saw about a man who was the last of his tribe. He lived in the mountains as a hermit and did not venture into society until he felt he was dying and needed help. I thought it would be interesting to write a movie from his perspective.
As I was playing with Cupcake, I saw a stray crayon on the floor. I picked it up and read the name.
I decided to go with it. Here is the scene for today.
Tomorrow is going to be tricky, but I’ll figure it out!
My second day of this series was even less conducive to writing than yesterday. I’m too tired to get into the particulars, but it involves Yeeyum and Cupcake having their pictures made. Their grandmother loves to have their pictures taken. Her house is basically a shrine to her grandchildren.
After making dinner, bathing the baby, and putting him down for the night, I decided to give myself five quiet minutes on the couch. I hadn’t written my scene yet and I didn’t know what to write. I had prayed this morning about what to write, even though I was unable to write anything all day. I closed my eyes and thought about it.
Let’s see if I have a quieter day tomorrow and am able to write and share earlier in the day.