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About PolarisDiBLocation: Southwest USA Age:23 Website: http://polarisdib.livejournal.com Favorite novels: House of Leaves, Vineland, The Diamond Age; or A Young Lady's Illustrated Primer, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Frankenstein Favorite writers: Thomas Pynchon, Mark Z. Danielewsky, David Foster Wallace, Neal Stephenson, James Joyce Favorite music: post-rock (Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Explosions in the Sky, Red Sparowes, Old Man Gloom, etc.) Non-noveling interests: filmmaking |
Joined: October 9, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 0 NaNoWriMo buddies: 4
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Brief Author Bio: I have just recently graduated from college with a BA in Cinematic Arts. I am an aspiring filmmaker and am using NaNoWriMo (which I've participated in before) as a way to get around to writing a couple of screenplays I have in development. |
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Synopsis: Sick Brothers
Instead of writing a novel this year, I am writing two screenplays.
In keeping with an old idea that has fallen out of fashion, I'm writing "One for the studio, one for myself". The "studio" (in other words, salable, mainstream, Hollywood narrative) screenplay is a vampire movie set in a prison in the Southwest. The "myself" (in other words, artsy, indie, dramatic) screenplay is about twin brothers in an incestual relationship.
--DiB
Excerpt: Sick Brothers
LINDSAY
You're brother has really gotten to you. Take it from me, Samuel, the man seems like a real hysteric, paranoid freak.
SAMUEL
But--!
LINDSAY
No, really, I don't know what Vanessa sees in him, but..
SAMUEL
Vanessa?
LINDSAY
Oh yeah, Vanessa. She adores your brother. From what I saw of him tonight, he's a real asshole.
SAMUEL
Vanessa? She--he won't... he doesn't like her.
LINDSAY
(waving flippantly)
That's neither here nor there. What has your brother done to you? You're an emotional wreck.
Samuel arches his shoulders in complete tension. He glares down at the table as if trying to burn through it with his eyes.
SAMUEL
Are you going to start telling me sick things now?
LINDSAY
(taken aback)
What?
SAMUEL
Everybody I talk to, except my brother. They always end up telling me sick things. Bad things.
Lindsay likes her lips and speaks carefully.
LINDSAY
No. No, Samuel, I won't be telling you any sick things.
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