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I  printed out a second draft of my script;  it was formatted  because I got final draft; then  I
               got my higlighters and went through it and flagged  up the places where I  needed to make
               changes and stuff.  It was a  lot easier that way than just reading it.  I  had to rewrite some
                bits a few tomes but it was better in the long run.


               We were all given a checklist of about 6 things we had to include  in the extract.  I think I
                have included them all though  I am not too sure whether I  have set the tone very well.  It
               sounds a  bit confused  but maybe I just think that because I  know what's coming after it.


                It's hard to know which bits are going to work on the big screen  because everything is

               exactly right in your head and you have to transfer that to the page.  It's hard to get down
               all the detail, so I wrote down as much of it as I could and the bits that seemed  important.


               We've watched so many movie openings in class and  I find that I am subconsciously
               watching the openings when  I go to the cinema with friends.  There are certain tricks and
               conventions that all scripts adhere to, some more successfully than others.  This enabled  me
               to write to style and try to get the timing a  bit more right than  I  had.  My timing is still off,
                but it's better than it was at first.







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               6.  INT - SUBURBAN  KITCHEN - MORNING


               A tall,  but plumpish woman is at the sink washing some cups.  Bright sunshine is pouring

               through the window at her side.  A card  reading WITH  DEEPEST SYMPATHY stands alone on
               the window sill.  The woman refuses to look at it and  keeps her eyes fixed on the glass in  her
                hands.  Behind  her, a young boy of six,  Billy,  is sitting at the table playing with his cereal and
               swinging his legs.


               A slim, short girl of 13 skips into the room,  in  her school uniforms.  She  is dragging a  brush
               through  her hair and carrying a  pile of letters in the other hand.  The  name stitched  into the
               gym t-shirt she is wearing reads KATE.  She also looks quickly away as her gaze falls on the
               card.  A car horn BEEPS twice outside and she hands the letters to her mother.
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