I’ve been working on my comedy about love this afternoon, no it’s not a romantic comedy – because I said so.
I’ve been playing around with a couple of opening scenes (set at a wake) including this one (set in the bathroom of a community centre).
Trixie dramatically flings open her stall door and then slumps against it. She shakes the pregnancy test (now out of box) in her hand.
TRIXIE
(confessing)
He’s a partner.
MINX
Ever heard of a condom, stupid?
AMANDA
Did you flush?
TRIXIE
It broke.
AMANDA
The toilet?
TRIXIE
The condom.
MINX
They have pills for that.
TRIXIE
Took one. This was the earliest test I could find.
MINX
You could’ve just dropped by the hospital.
TRIXIE
I knew you’d be on the way here –
AMANDA
Listen, I know this is all terribly important, but I am having a real issue with the unflushed toilet.
(dramatically whispering)
It’s right behind you.
Trixie sighs and then leans over to flush the toilet.
This script is going to totally rock – because I said so.
ETA: Belatedly thought I should provide visual proof of writing… hence the desk shot. I also have final draft, scrivener (which I am trying out) and i-tunes running on the computer. I especially like the inclusion of the envelope… did I run out of scrap paper? why did I think grabbing an envelope was the best choice at the moment of inspiration? Ah, well. I just go with it – it usually works out for me that way.
