Onward Ho!

I don't have much to say except that I am slowly pressing forward...slowly...slowly...but that's better than not at all right?  

Ugh This Is Awwwfuuul! Right?

Something I've found myself doing lately is actually checking up on other people's blogs, hoping they are just as lost and unmotivated as I am.  But alas, I feel as though I am the only one. I feel I am the only person who's waking up every other morning thinking to myself.."Oh ya..that feature length script...I should get working on that...later..." I know I've had a lot of time and yet I can't believe the first act is to be done this week.  GUH.  I don't want to!! 

Its weird because I do like my idea, and I do like writing, but I can not for the life of me find some motivation. Why can't everyone else be the same way? Solidarity right?! 

Thus far this rant hasn't been very productive, so I suppose I'll post some of my opening.  Please give me feedback if you happen to read this!

FADE IN:

EXT. STREET - DAY

A dark, cloudy town.  Leaf-less trees line a muddy street.

V.O.

Once, in a dark, cold town by the sea, in a place you, nor I will ever know, there was a dark, dark house, where dark things dwelled.

A giant, old, dirty house sits atop a hill.  A lightning bolt strikes as a face appears in the window.

V.O.

In this house lived two mysterious sisters called Trilly and Tristan Terrible.

Two faces are in the window, one plain, TRILLY, and one beautiful- TRISTAN.  They wear dark clothes.

CUT TO: 

INT. HOUSE- DAY

Inside the room they stand on the hard-wood floors and turn from out the window, to each other, and they play paddy-cake.  They don't miss a beat.

V.O.

Trilly and Tristan were not at all like most sisters; simply because Trilly and Tristan were witches.

The sisters stand in front of a cauldron that bubbles and glows, though, this elicits very little reaction from them.

V.O.

Though they had this in common, there was much they did not.

Trilly sits on her bed and reads, Tristan sits at a vanity and brushes her hair.  Their brush strokes and page turning is in unison.

They pause for a moment and smile at each other.

CUT TO:

INT. SAME AS BEFORE

V.O.

The sisters, just like anyone else grew more and more each day.

The girls look into mirrors, their faces and hair changes.

V.O.

And the more they grew, the stronger the bond between them became.

CUT TO:

INT. HOUSE- NIGHT

The sisters perform magic together in a dark room.  There are flashes and sparkles of light.

V.O.

Though Tristan possessed an unprecedented beauty, she had no interest in men.  Trilly on the other hand, fell in love quite easily.

CUT TO: 

EXT. STREET- DAY

Trilly walks with a YOUNG MAN, he is holding a pile of books.  They talk, she turns away and blushes.  He smiles at her.

V.O.

But each time she did, the men would inevitably fall for the far fairer sister instead.

A Foot In the Door? Hmm...

So, I made an executive decision and chose to use a voiceover.  And I do want the story to be Tim burton-esque and fairy-tale-ish, so I thought it would be appropriate. And I thought you all should know that. So.