In a fit of crazed impulse, I decided to try Script Frenzy. Script Frenzy, in case you were not aware, is similar to NaNoWriMo in that you have thirty days to produce a zero draft—the difference here being that you must produce a script (ergo, Script Frenzy). Stuck on enforced sabbatical from work, I figured “Hey, I got nothing else to do, why not try this on for size?”
With that same attitude, I started playing with the plot generator. Some of them were…odd. The others were…weirdly plausible if you were trying to make a film where one or more of the main characters were high at some point. And then there was the one I got that I decided to run with. So how am I doing here on the twelfth?
I’m three pages behind. Of course this is down from fifteen pages behind, so I think I’m making some progress.
My MMC’s said “I don’t” at the altar, and his ex-fiancee isn’t hating him for it—she knows why, since [spoiler spoiler] isn’t his fault.
We’ve met the parents, who were first angry and then understood why it wouldn’t have ever worked no matter how much they (okay, just her father) would have wanted it to.
We’ve met the FMC’s angry brother, who is NOT amused at the perceived humiliation of his little sister.
What else? Oh yeah, my MMC protagonist is dead. Accidental defenestration. Broke his back on the landing—landed on a motorcycle. Probably broke a few other things, too.
…what? The love subplot can’t go on while he’s alive.
He’s also met the angel who’s been assigned to escort him to the other side. AKA – the love interest. I anticipate a bit of a hang-up toward the middle of act II, but hey—this is a zero draft, and there’s time to work out the kinks later. Right now, my focus is on catching up.