Writers Strike help: Soap Opera

[Guru]

Due to the Writers Strike there is a huge fear that Soap Opera scripts will run out before the current season can rebound.

In the best interest of the nation and media someone should begin a new Soap Opera script just in case the media calls on us for back up.
This should begin now and continue through the ages if nothing else for back-up.

Day 1:
Laura was a Daddy's girl.

and then ...

[HarleyBarbie]

Okay, Guru, I'll do my part...this should be fun. My life is a soap opera! lol

She had all the things that money could buy but she was still very discontent. She lived to make her father proud...

[MSQueen]

Then, one day when she was at Elite Nails, the local manicure shop for those who could afford the outrageous prices, she saw a big, burly man walk in holding a scarf he had found on the sidewalk. He asked if the scarf belonged to anyone there, and Laura's eyes suddenly locked with his.

[Guru]

Laura's Daddy, Mr. Muldoone was a tough old codger. He grew up hard school in rural Mississippi and soon just because of his backbone and hungry nature he became a force to be reckoned with both personally, professionally and for sure financially.

[Guru]

Mr. Muldoone came through the house raising hello and cursing the Democrats which was nothing new. He suddenly remembered MaeBelle was scheduled to be working at the local country emporium and knew she wore little in the area of undergarments, grabbed the keys to his truck and hit the door like a bullet going through butter.

Laura heard her Daddy leave and came out of her room to see what the noise was. Must have been the wind she thought.
She was a pretty girl and although she had her moments of mistaken intelligence she remained a little dense in the noggin and placed much importance on fashion and Ole Miss football.
Lately however she had met a new dude from Hattiesburg who was allowing her mental capabilities to release and she had a new affinity to raw oysters, Books-a-Million and Random Number Theory.
Oh, she has a nice behind too.

[SueScribe]

Then, one day when she was at Elite Nails, the local manicure shop for those who could afford the outrageous prices, she saw a big, burly man walk in holding a scarf he had found on the sidewalk. He asked if the scarf belonged to anyone there, and Laura's eyes suddenly locked with his.

Ir was *Laura gasps" JULIO !! How could this be?

LAURA

Julio ?

JULIO

Yes, my darling?

LAURA

You . . you died in that horrible balloon accident over the Russian tundra, how can this be? How???

[SueScribe]

If we're going to stand a chance to submit our non-union work to "Days of Our Lights", we at least need to do it in "form", e.g.:

Scripts are done in Interior (INT.) and Exterior (EXT.) headings, thus:

INT. FLOOZIE'S NAIL SALON - DAY

Then, the short (very) descriptive lines come next, which name characters, and set the action:

Ex.:


INT. FLOOZIE'S NAIL SALON - DAY

FLOOZIE, 40s and buxom, moves among the barbers' chairs, chats with the customers, pauses at DIXIE'S station, 20s, with spiked, light purple hair, as she works on CUSTOMER #1.

(Dialogue) with cap letters for the name centered

FLOOZIE
(curious)
Tell me, Dixie, why are you dabbing her hair with Noxema?

[Honey]

The sound of the salon phone brought Laura back from her dream. Her dream of Julio. She smiled, then grinned and shook her head in disbelief at the thought of dreaming of him again. A little embarrassed, she looked around the room. Had anyone seen her daydreaming? She must get him out of her head. Her daddy would not approve of this foreigner. A fact she knew well.

[Honey]

She checked her watch, and realized she had thrity minutes to spare before the movie was to start. A quick trip to the book store would almost make her day complete.

[Honey]

Isle by isle, Laura gazed over the selections. Yes, a book was what she needed to get her mind off of Julio. It had been three weeks since her chance encounter with the dark-haired stranger.

[Honey]

After the movie was over she headed to the parking lot. As she approached her dark blue jeep, Laura could not believe her eyes and gave a heavy sign, looking up to the Heavens in an effort to get God's attention. "Not again!" How can someone have two flat tires in less than a week? she thought.

[Honey]

She waited in the jeep until the repair man could get there. She was enjoying the sunshine beaming down on her. Sunglasses hide the fact her eyes were closed. A mother and her two children walked passed her. The children were excited. "Horse! Horse!" Their mother trying her best to keep a hold of her little ones. Laura couldn't believe it too. The horse in the parking lot was coming towards her. And the rider was none other than Julio.

[Honey]

Guru, we need another chapter.

[Guru]

Then we better get some script in here ....... STAT!!!

[Honey]

Girls lets write a story.

[katzeyez]

I'm up for it---heck--my life experince alone would make for a Lifetime movie. :rolleyes:

[Honey]

start it then.

[katzeyez]

You're the writer--you start us--then I'll pitch in.

[Honey]

I not going first. Where's Op?

[katzeyez]

My freshman college English course was a blast. My professor was all about free writing. Which was an exact contrast to my high school senior English class, who was a stickler for all things detailed.

[Guru]

My how the outlook on humanity can change within a blink of an eye I thought as I watched this procession pass before me as I perched in my tree house overlooking the creek.