Yerk. Still amazingly behind … 23 pages in, need 77 more to go. Need to write 8 pages a day to get back on track. Can you say AAAAAAA! I can. People stare at me when I do. But I can. Here’s a bit more about the script from the Script Frenzy site:
Latest excerpt:
Green crackling fire envelops the whole machine, tinged by a growing blue glow of Cerenkov radiation. The air around the machine ripples, like the machine is dipped in water.
Images begin appearing in the rippling miasma: Jeremiah and Patrick, Natasha raising her weapon, a footman falling. It’s clear these are a jumble of events, past and future.
JEREMIAH
(tilting her head)
That’s more than an air craft.
START FLASHBACK
Jeremiah, in a ridiculous dress, half undone, lounges in a punt. She waves at the shore, where Patrick walks with Georgiana, who glares jealously on.
Jeremiah plucks a bit of cheese from a basket, strong hands push a pole, and the camera pans back to a young Albert Einstein, similarly disheveled, pushing the punt.
JEREMIAH
I wish we had more time.
EINSTEIN
(smiling sadly)
What is time, but another kind of space? Ripples in one move us along the axis of the other.
Jeremiah looks aside, where a dragonfly alights on a leaf. Water churns around the pole, an eddy catches the leaf, and it is whipped back around the pole as it moves forward.
JEREMIAH
If ripples are time and space, what’s flow? Can we get more time?
EINSTEIN
(winks at her)
Must I give up all my secrets?
JEREMIAH
(crooks her finger)
If you want to make more ripples.
The dragonfly alights … and Jeremiah takes his hand.
Poor Albert! Jeremiah will only break your heart. Onward!
-the Centaur
