I'm getting that sinking feeling that I'm in over my head 
After about 20 years producing videos (industrial training, product demos, corporate sizzle spots, commercials, etc), I'm embarking on my very first fiction short (indie, no-budget). This piece is the story of a reluctant bride on her wedding day. The bride doesn't actually speak for most of the short.
The other principle character is the mother of the groom. The centerpiece of the short is a monologue by the mother of the groom as she primps and preps the bride just before the wedding. Throughout the scene, the bride is mostly lost in a '1000 yard stare'.
As I'm working on the monologue, I'm realizing that writing an essentially solo scene is really hard! I'm hoping that the gang here at DVXUser can give me some ideas on creative ways to help a monologue keep moving forwared when it's acted with little to no on-screen reaction from another character.
I started working on the character by writing up a background description of the character and the scene. This is my first real foray into fiction (however, if you want dazzling corporate sell copy, I'm your boy!). In the hopes that it will help spark suggestions or comments. Here it is, my first character and scene treatment:
Character Background:
Edna Hooper has a big personality, even bigger hair, and the biggest southern accent in three counties. Edna, and the ever-present chip on her shoulder, were both born in a trailer park in Southeast Tennessee and haven’t emotionally left it since. She’s the kind of woman who lovingly applies her make-up with a spatula and liberally applies her perfume with a garden hose. Edna is the anchor of a pivotal scene in "The Wedding Dream" . A scene that is at once, dryly comedic yet poignant.
The Scene:
Shortly before the wedding commences we meet Edna as she's alone with the bride in an anteroom. Edna is busy tacking the hem of her soon-to-be daughter-in-law's dress. As she works, Edna embarks on a monologue which starts by listing the joys that wedded bliss is sure to bring. Although her intent is to slyly assure the young bride that, by marrying Edna's son, she is indeed making the best possible choice, Edna's own misgivings begin to subtly shift the tone of her reverie. The cornerstone of Edna's reality is her belief that her marriage to Walt so many years ago was "the best thing that ever happened to me." Edna wouldn't admit to anyone, least of all herself, that her impulsive marriage to a high school boyfriend actually sealed her fate, forever slamming the door on any hope of a better life.
Edna begins to sense something familiar when she looks at the bride beside her; a young woman not so different from the bride Edna once was. Perhaps a young woman on the verge of making an equally disastrous mistake. A conflict rages inside Edna. Nothing can change the life that lies behind her. Yet those flowers, that dress - this place, this moment, are conspiring to stir feelings. Feelings that tease at the thread of what might have been. Feelings that tear at the frayed fabric of rationalizations long since woven. Was this life the life Edna was destined to lead? Were the choices that she felt she had to make, really so out of her control? Is her own son any better of a man than Walt was on his wedding day? As her throat tightens, Edna grips the pincushion in her hand harder, but Wal-Mart has yet to make a pincushion able to withstand the thin needles of lingering doubt.
The overtly cheerful, but progressively manic, facade that Edna erects to mask her struggle provides the counterpoint to our silent, and increasingly desperate, bride.
HELP!!!
--- Mark
After about 20 years producing videos (industrial training, product demos, corporate sizzle spots, commercials, etc), I'm embarking on my very first fiction short (indie, no-budget). This piece is the story of a reluctant bride on her wedding day. The bride doesn't actually speak for most of the short.
The other principle character is the mother of the groom. The centerpiece of the short is a monologue by the mother of the groom as she primps and preps the bride just before the wedding. Throughout the scene, the bride is mostly lost in a '1000 yard stare'.
As I'm working on the monologue, I'm realizing that writing an essentially solo scene is really hard! I'm hoping that the gang here at DVXUser can give me some ideas on creative ways to help a monologue keep moving forwared when it's acted with little to no on-screen reaction from another character.
I started working on the character by writing up a background description of the character and the scene. This is my first real foray into fiction (however, if you want dazzling corporate sell copy, I'm your boy!). In the hopes that it will help spark suggestions or comments. Here it is, my first character and scene treatment:
Character Background:
Edna Hooper has a big personality, even bigger hair, and the biggest southern accent in three counties. Edna, and the ever-present chip on her shoulder, were both born in a trailer park in Southeast Tennessee and haven’t emotionally left it since. She’s the kind of woman who lovingly applies her make-up with a spatula and liberally applies her perfume with a garden hose. Edna is the anchor of a pivotal scene in "The Wedding Dream" . A scene that is at once, dryly comedic yet poignant.
The Scene:
Shortly before the wedding commences we meet Edna as she's alone with the bride in an anteroom. Edna is busy tacking the hem of her soon-to-be daughter-in-law's dress. As she works, Edna embarks on a monologue which starts by listing the joys that wedded bliss is sure to bring. Although her intent is to slyly assure the young bride that, by marrying Edna's son, she is indeed making the best possible choice, Edna's own misgivings begin to subtly shift the tone of her reverie. The cornerstone of Edna's reality is her belief that her marriage to Walt so many years ago was "the best thing that ever happened to me." Edna wouldn't admit to anyone, least of all herself, that her impulsive marriage to a high school boyfriend actually sealed her fate, forever slamming the door on any hope of a better life.
Edna begins to sense something familiar when she looks at the bride beside her; a young woman not so different from the bride Edna once was. Perhaps a young woman on the verge of making an equally disastrous mistake. A conflict rages inside Edna. Nothing can change the life that lies behind her. Yet those flowers, that dress - this place, this moment, are conspiring to stir feelings. Feelings that tease at the thread of what might have been. Feelings that tear at the frayed fabric of rationalizations long since woven. Was this life the life Edna was destined to lead? Were the choices that she felt she had to make, really so out of her control? Is her own son any better of a man than Walt was on his wedding day? As her throat tightens, Edna grips the pincushion in her hand harder, but Wal-Mart has yet to make a pincushion able to withstand the thin needles of lingering doubt.
The overtly cheerful, but progressively manic, facade that Edna erects to mask her struggle provides the counterpoint to our silent, and increasingly desperate, bride.
HELP!!!
--- Mark