There are many ways to pace a narrative, and certainly there are just as many ways to structure a Fiasco (inspired) narrative, as well.
To me, I believe the second Act of a Fiasco should drive the characters rapidly forward. Or better: The characters should be driven by their own ambitions and (often very bad) ideas. While the first Act set the stage, the mood, and helped to let characters get in reach of what it is they want, the second Act needs to let them get there, or deny it through epic circumstances–often brought upon them by their own low self-control
That was my mindset going into the first scene of the second act. Together with the card #04 Not My Job, I wanted to show off Sarah really developing a sense that this is not what she wants–that she needs to get our of here and take charge of her own life.Read More »
A day early for posting my thoughts after the last scene, because I have a few things planned for the next act this week.
A lot of thought went into the last scene, and ways of how to make the last card (Impostor) work well.
Before I was writing it, I sort of settled on the idea that Mitch is a very evil man, a murderer, and that somehow will come up and his facade of being a good guy (in Sarah’s eyes) might break.Read More »
Nathan’s grabbing me by the hand and pulling me down the aisle.
“C’mon,” he says, “gotta get this over with fast.”
Needless to say, the wedding guests are looking at us more than confused. Honestly, I don’t even register most of what’s going on at this point. After Nate’s dumb-ass bachelor party, which lasted until the sun came up, it’s a miracle I’m even functioning as much as do. My head’s in the death-pinch of a nasty migraine, and a stale, rotten taste covers my tongue like the pelt of that animal that surely crawled down my throat to die. Fucking hangovers. Never again, I tell myself. Never a-fucking-gain.
So now I’m standing at the altar, and that old man with ashtrays for glasses looks at me.Read More »
Every good narrative knows when to accelerate, and when to slow down.
After the last few scenes, the story has become a fast, maniacal out-of-control train wreck. So, maybe the last card (#19 That Was Lucky) came just at the right time to slow down things a little bit. Scene 4 was meant to be easy-going (from a narrative perspective) already. I knew it was meant to be one hour before the wedding, and deal with Nate bursting into the dressing room to freak out Sarah.Read More »
“Hold still, goddamnit, and let me fix this!” says Barb, my over-zealous but caring step-mother. I’m standing in front of the mirror, looking at the freak show unfolding around me like I’m just a spectator. Barb’s hovering around my dress, pulling needle and thread, stabbing me repeatedly with safety pins, and yelling at me if I dare to move with every prick.
My bridesmaids are shuffling behind me, hovering back and forth to get themselves ready. All I can do is stand here and catch glimpses of them in the mirror.
“Ouch, fuck, Barb, what the—“
“Just shut up and let me do this or you won’t get married today, honey!”Read More »