Coming out of the Act I conclusion trap and into the first half of Act II it seems my muse is a Hollywood icon - Charlie Chaplin.  Because I don't have the events of this reel plotted I have to invent them using, ready for this blackberry whackberries, a sheet of loose leaf and a pen.

How does the tramp fit into plotting the events of a psychological thriller using technology, by today's standards, is no different than stick in dirt?  Simple.  Charlie used to plot his story events on a single page, simple descriptive sentences with active verbs in present tense, about fourteen of them.  I'm not saying it was easy to do; and I'm not saying he did it on a single sheet.  No.  I imagine old Charlie sitting desk side in his beloved tramp costume, chin in hand staring into the heavens searching for a funnier way to cook a leather shoe in an isolated, log cabin in the Yukon; crumpled single page drafts littered about a holey socked foot.

But one page.  About twelve to fourteen events.  Heightening the drama, rasing the stakes, building momentum to a climax.  That's where I'm at tonight.  Feels good.

Still waiting on feedback or status in the Nichols Fellowship, The Austin, The 20/20, and A Feeding Frenzy script contests.  If my script cuts the mustard in 20/20 I'll have a real deadline to submit the rest of my (yet unfinished) final draft.  Here's hoping.