Hello people,
first of all, thank you for reading and commenting on my script. It helped.
The rewrite is almost ready. I will talk to Don and upload if possible. Hope you watch out...
Here is an extensive
SUMMARRY OF MY OWC WORK - "THE TIME I DON'T EXIST"
Prologue:
As non-native speaker, I can understand that many people broke up the reading process.
The writing simply cannot convince to see it as a conventional play. So, it was a lot/bit bold to take part here. I try now to do things better in the rewrite.
It was definitely my hope that people follow the story with a reflection saying: That foreign guy is not here to sell in English. He wants to exchange narrative aspects.
The working process:First I thought about the connection between the genre and the theme. My first question referring to the OWC was: Where are witches today? Modern witches? The pure rational approach.
The answer was: There are no witches. But! From my knowledge there are still occult ways of living today. I know that voodoo is still alive. There are also some natives in the deep South-American jungle using some plants-liquid with a drug-impact. But not a common drug-effect, it's heavier, stronger than absinth or anything else. After that, these natives do different spiritual rituals.
The conclusion of that was for me: Today's real occultism is settled in the isolation, and not in what we call our common society.
I followed that way. A short which I saw a long time ago came to my eyes.
People living in volcanic zones are often isolated nearly by centuries because of the potential danger.
I decided to step on that way and invented the lonesome backpacker, Derek, whom you should follow on his way into the Horror.
I wanted him travel along in a slow pace to establish a fake-security for him;
accelerate then more and more; a heavy twist into Horror, long climax and ending. Even if you think I failed here, that was the plan
Facts:The people of you who saw the organ dealer, Patrice, as explaining character were right. I don't write shorts usually, and thought in less than 10 min I can do such a decision- No, I can't. Biggest fail was to write from the start and think, in that little world, I'm clever enough to hide my construction and add the last logical connections during the flow of the story.
When you compare to my first thoughts above (There are no witches; and; Today's real occultism is settled in the isolation), I had the problem that, without Fabrice, I might be misunderstood by readers in that way generally. That the way, in which I see the whole theme, might not get finally through.
So, I gave Fabrice the last picture and changed him a bit, to let HIM constitute the MODERN WITCHCRAFT. Shown in: Manipulation of people; here, the Natives. With his black tattoos Fabrice makes the Natives believe he ascended out of the volcano. His witchcraft is his greed, his rhetoric, and his seduction.
So, for sure the Natives were just occult isolated cannibals.
No character has supernatural craft in my script. None.
Only the punch has a mystic recipe, which I didn't explain in the script.
Short Rewiew:As many get right, I like to write a bit surreal stuff. I try always to decide for rudiments of philosophy and experiences in similar cases.
That are my kind of stories actually, and that's what I wanted to run into examination. It doesn't fail completely, if I analyze the comments right. It would have been a disaster of result for me if my intentions, the generally style of my scripts, wouldn't get recognition referring to these philosophical, surreal things. Even if most comments partly ripped the script. But that's the game...
The ending:I was sure about from the start, Derek will die in the native volcano-village. At the middle, there was the decision to set it up in a cave. I closed my laptop and don't know exactly when the following came to me:
Derek is a naive, lonesome and selfish backpacker. He got no constant relationships to people. So there was one question: Because of the punch Derek has got no extreme pains -
How will a guy like him treat the situation of seeing his own dead from the first row and watching the cannibals eat his body step by step?
-I was clear about he would just think about himself.
There was coming another question: His instinct of self-preservation had to stop in a point. There's no way he could survive, without feet, cannibals, and an organ dealer around, so -
Where is somebody mentally who loses the instinct of self-preservation, what is something like the last gateway of physical human being? (And I mean in a complete other way than having disease or being old and waiting for day X.)
-I let him take the step behind that last instinct.
I explained it through the dialogue how he feels at that point. It's another dimension, maybe a whole life which Derek found there. He relinquishes his life on earth, because even the instinct of self-preservation has gone. Maybe it feels endless for him. Not for us. We see him just dying. We see him dying, but he's already at another place of being.
His existence has changed. I wanted him to speak direct to us and explain: That there's a hidden point he's at, something neutral between life and death. Not even myself was clear about, from the writer's view, what I found and try to describe there.
Hope you saw my adventure-philosophy end as an approach I loved to share without even knowing the whole complexity myself.
THE EXPERIENCE TO SHARE MY VIEWS WITH SUCH A MASS OF AMBITIOUS WRITERS WAS AWESOME. COMPARING ALL THE DIFFERENT WORKS, STYLES, AND THOUGHTS OF OTHERS, SEEING ALL THE COMMONALITIES. I WILL NEVER FORGET THAT I READ 47 SHORTS IN 7 DAYS. I WRITE 6 YEARS, BUT NEVERTHELESS IT WAS A KICK WHICH HAS, AND WILL MAKE ME BETTER. THIS EXPERIENCE WAS SO UNIQUE AND INTENSIVE.