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April 15, 2007

Duty Free

My bootleg version of Final Draft keeps crashing, so I've exported a bunch of my in-progress projects to (my legal version of) Movie Magic Screenwriter. In this programmatic cross-pollination, various action sequences have been interpreted as scene headings and dialogue has been given capitalized heft I'd never have allowed it of my own accord; looking at it is like reading a really excited person's rewrite of my own work. Page after page, it goes something like this:

She speaks slowly,

INT. ANNUNCIATING CAREFULLY, HER VOICE FULL OF

hope.

In case you hadn't guessed, I cracked open the last bottle of really good, really cheap Chianti I (illegally) imported from Italy. Nothing to declare, folks! Except that this new Lavender Diamond album I've somehow come into possession of is making me want to cry. Again.

Posted by David Lowery at April 15, 2007 2:04 AM