Doesn’t she know I’ve moved on from describing rooms-and even from writing novels-to writing whole screenplays?īecause Lilly is totally right, there’s no other way I’m ever going to get a true representation of the story of my life onto the silver screen unless I write it myself. I mean, with my practice PSAT scores-which, okay, were about as low as they could be in math, but were GREAT in verbal-I should have tested into it.Īnd okay, the SATs don’t measure creativity (unless we’re supposed to believe that those people grading the essay part really read them).īut my verbal score alone should prove that I’m capable of describing a ROOM. You know what I can’t believe? I can’t believe she stuck me in Intro to Creative Writing. Describe a room? That is our first assignment? DESCRIBE A ROOM? Does she have any idea how long I’ve been describing rooms creatively? I mean, I’ve described rooms in SPACE-for instance, in my Battlestar Galactica fan fic about Starbuck and Apollo finally Doing It. Tuesday, September 7, Intro to Creative Writing You’re Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo, Princess of Genovia. You’re not Mia Thermopolis anymore, honey. We can tell by MIA’s expression that her father is telling her something upsetting. A flat-chested girl with upside-down-yield-sign-shaped hair (fourteen-year-old MIA THERMOPOLIS) is sitting at an ornately set table across from a bald man (her father, PRINCE PHILLIPE). INT/DAY-The Palm Court at the Plaza Hotel in New York City.
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