Jul 21
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houseboat life - p30-40

oh, right: fair warning. mild language in this part. or mildly strong, depending on your standards/threshold. 

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CARE HOME IN PORT ST MARY - DAY (FLASHBACK)

The home is tall and austere. Children mill about in the backyard, looking depressed.

NINA (V.O.)
I did grow up in care—if it’s any consolation, I didn’t lie about that bit.

A MAN and WOMAN appear at the gates. The man is tall and austere and angry-looking, the woman grey and narrow and vague. They beckon to YOUNG SADIE (8).

NINA (V.O.)
Only I did know my parents. They lived right down the road from the home. Picked it in particular because of that, to leave me on the doorstep of.

EXT. THE PIER BY THE WATER - NIGHT

Conrad breaks in.

CONRAD
They could still face you after they abandoned you?

NINA
Sucks, don’t it? Some people are awful.
Jul 21
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something really unbelievably saccharine and sappy

when i was really little
maybe seven? 
i was convinced that there were fairies on the island we went camping. 
my parents called it "magic"
and that was the only kind of magic
i knew about. 
i'd build little houses
in the hollows of tree roots
beds out of leaves
stones as plates 
sticks and grass woven for entryways
for the fairies to leave in. 
i left notes with them, 
in a childish scrawl. 
and year after year, 
the fairies wrote back. 
they made extravagant promises, 
told of fairy balls 
and inviting me to their kingdom
and all those things you're supposed to tell a seven-year-old
who believes in fairies. 
when i grew up
and realized that fairies didn't exist
i probably should have had a moment of betrayal
of 
why did these people lie to me?
but i didn't. 
for a while i was ashamed of having written them
Jul 21
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houseboat life - p20-30

this is probably about where it starts getting messy and awful. just a warning. 

EXT. PORT ST. MARY - DAY

Nina gets off of the boat in a hurry, followed by Conrad and Etienne and Hazel, and then Charlotte.

INT. THE FIRE STATION - DAY

The fire station is small and full of busy people. The door bangs open and Gemma Veale barges in.

GEMMA
Lawson!

INT. IDA'S OFFICE - DAY

Gemma pushes open the door of a disordered office.

GEMMA
Lawson.

IDA LAWSON, 29, a short and pugnacious brunette with a messy ponytail, looks up from her desk.

IDA
Gemma.

She doesn’t sound pleased.

GEMMA
That’s Mrs. Veale to you.

IDA
Gemma, Mrs. Veale, whatever. What
do you want?

GEMMA
I have a small favor to ask you.
Jul 20
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houseboat life - pages (approximately) 10-20

so, it's not split into chapters or whatever so pages are the best i can do. some of the end breaks are in bad places. but this is the next ten pages, just about. hopefully not horrible. feedback, please

EXT. SAUGHALL MASSIE - NIGHT

Lighting slices across the sky. The rain starts a moment later, driving and vicious and pouring. Lights go in several houses. The storm has arrived, and it has arrived with force.

Lighting strikes again, and this time the lights all go out.


INT. CHARLOTTE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Rain is blowing onto Charlotte’s face through an open window. She is asleep, but wakes up as she is drenched.

She gets up and closes the window with difficulty.

Through the window, rain is gushing through the gutters in torrents. Charlotte can distantly hear waves CRASHING.


INT. THE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Jul 20
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houseboat life - first ten pages - got SERIOUS misgivings about posting this

first of all, i couldn't tag both fiction and visual, which it is both, so i just said fiction. double genre tag thing. 
second, i'm 
really worried about posting this. it's the first draft, almost completely unedited (i cut out a superfluous character and changed some lines, but that's it) of the screenplay i've been working on this year. i'm a little worried it's still too young and fragile to expose to anyone in general, but i know it's pretty terrible and reading miscellaneous screenplay blogs isn't helping me enough, i know the story needs to be tightened up a lot and it has a lot of flaws and there are some outright plot holes and i think nina might even be completely impossible to like as a person. but i think i need feedback if i'm going to revise it. 
this is just the first ten pages, to see if anyone wants to read the rest or is curious. it's 107 pages at the moment, so there's a lot to put up. 
Jul 20
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being people

my mother remarked, 
leaving the brú na bóinne passage tombs
that the neolithic people, 
the ancient people 
weren't stupid. 
they knew exactly how to build a structure
which would be perfectly illuminated
on the solstice 
so what did they need a calendar for? 
more to the point, 
why did we assume they're idiots? 
we prize intellect
in this society
spent years calling simple
those who were smarter than us
assuming that the people we were not
only lived to make us who we were
a shade inferior to us. 
but we obviously haven't gotten any smarter
were smart enough to begin with
so what was it, 
exactly, 
we learned to do 
in those 5000 years?
that makes us better than them?
to decieve? 
to lie?
to destroy? 
or maybe just how to be people, 
screwed-up and lovely people
who maybe never should've had this much control in the first place. 
Jul 20
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songs

Jul 19
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a thought

i make a conscious effort
not to be one of those people 
who rails exclusively about gay rights
except i don't really rail about anything, 
so that doesn't do me any good. 
but i've always found people
who only protest about things that concern them
annoying. 
(maybe i'm just nosy)
and sometimes i wonder, 
if the woman rails about womens' rights
the ehtnically diverse about racism, 
the religiously diverse about religious inequality
the queer about gay rights
and all other people
only about categories they fit into
then the financially well-off, 
white, 
straight
christian man 
has nothing to rail about. 
no reason to get excited—
no reason to care about anything else. 
i know i can't even pretend to understand the first thing about these matters. 
and i am still learning how to self-advocate
so i do not know if i am ready
Jul 18
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tell you a secret

Jul 17
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i'm back

my eyelids feel sandy
and i don't think it's just because of the numerous potential allergic reactions i had. 
(cow allergy?
although there's so many cows here, 
i can't think how i wouldn't have noticed.) 
i'd forgotten how sweet the driveway smelled
and how safe the house felt
and how lovely it was to play on a piano
that both had the right number of keys
and was in tune. 
i'm sure some other day i'll be full of stories about grand adventures
(getting stuck in the car park,
losing my mother on the other side of a tiny passage tomb in carrowkeel
not being killed by the friendly farmer)
but right now, 
i'm too glad to be back
and too tired
to have many stories. 

#sos17
 

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