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Monday, October 26, 2009
My Writing Process: Act 5
Let me tell ya; there is nothing that puts a smile on my face faster than having this song as my ring tone. (Side note: does anyone else get really nervous at 0:51, when Shang pulls Mulan's shirt out? I always think "Don't look down!! You'll find out her sekrit!")
How Sara Writes: A Play in Multiple Acts
ACT FIVE: You Beta Believe It
Our protagonist, Sara, lies on the stage beside Big Red Desk, PC's florescent glow flickering on her clothes. By the look on her face and her posture, it is clear Story lied about her not regretting Act Four.
Story: Oh, grow up. It wasn't that bad. And look how shiny I am now! It was worth it. Admit it; you love me.
Sara: *hiccups* Too...much...awakeness...
Story: Why did you hiccup?
From off stage comes the sound of giggling, talking, high and feminine. A group of about 5 women appears stage left and, upon seeing the prostrate Sara, gasps as one.
Woman 1: Oh no! We're too late!
Woman 2: If you hadn't needed to ask for directions...
Woman 1: Big Red Desk isn't on Google Maps! Not my fault.
Woman 3: Stop bickering! We've got to help her; there may still be time!
Group of women rushes forward. Two of them tend to the barely conscious Sara, who mumbles things about clown cars and pet stores and nuclear holocausts and NO, ADVERB, BEGONE! The other three women stare down at PC.
Story: Whatta ya lookin' at me for?
Woman 4: *hands on hips* Shall we, ladies?
Woman 5: *mischievous grin* We shall.
Story: Hey now, what are you doing with that red pen? You're not going to-- not on PC's screen! You wouldn't dare! No, no, I'll tell you anything! Anything! Parlay!
Woman 3: You promise to cooperate?
Story: Yes! Anything! Just-- put the pen down. That's not necessary. We're all friends here, right?
Woman 4: That's yet to be determined.
Woman 1 and 2 drag Sara off stage while Woman 3, 4, and 5 pick up PC and head off stage left.
Woman 5: *pausing at edge of stage as lights dim* Come on, Woman 6.
A muffled whisper of confusion sweeps through the audience as a shadow passes over Big Red Desk. From off stage, Story whimpers.
Story: Sara said nothing about one of you being a ninja! No! I change my mind! No parlay! Help, help, he--
Story's strangled cries disappear beneath a swelling orchestral tune full of mystery and excitement. Good things are to come for sure.
Betas rock. Period. Next to editing, betaing is my favorite part; sending my story out into the wide, wide world of fellow writers is exciting and anxious-making and so, so constructive. Good betas give advice without being cruel, give criticism in a way that makes you go "Oh! You're right!" not "Oh my god. I'm never writing again." I've been truly blessed with the group of betas I've found; they're all fantastic!
Must go before I get all gushy. Tomorrow: the conclusion of How Sara Writes: A Play in Multiple Acts.