It only took a month to write the first draft of the screenplay of my novel INFINITY LINE. Seven years to write the novel, one month to convert to screenplay. Crazy math.
My vivid insight of the characters (because I birthed them) helped me quickly mine the complex story into scenes. It starts with Lorelei, an angry and unethical chemist in 2070, intent on fixing monumental societal problems beyond the scope of a single person. She sets up the actual story, so she only gets 10% of the script. Flash forward a few centuries and Alex, Maya, Daniel, and Aida take over for what at first seems to be the end of Lorelei’s quest, but is actually the beginning of a new mess: humans survived self-extinction by sacrificing their humanity.
It’s a web of unfixable messes with characters who try anyway. The essence of humanity. In a dystopian society devoid of humanity. It’s complicated.
I’m old and I pay attention. I feel both the daily struggles of individuals and the common challenges of being one of almost 8 billion humans on a small rock in a small galaxy. Ours is a crowded rock. Our rock has sacrificed its carbon-filtering trees and ecological diversity to infinite consumption to produce more and more mass in the human form who must all fight for finite resources to sustain their mass. Unsustainable math.
Themes come from annoying disregard of logic.
We so often hurt each other without intent. A good friend faced conflict, reacted with emotion, reflected on it all and came out stronger. She did not become a bully. She did not belittle others. She merely grew stronger, wiser, with a new tool in her arsenal for the next conflict. Such humans give me hope. We can fix our problems, but there will always be new problems to tackle. Unless we don’t try. When we give up trying and hoping and working together, we will lose it all. Everything. Gone.
Fictional characters emerge from the love and support of some humans scrambled over high heat with the regrettable behavior of other humans.
The themes and characters in INFINITY LINE ought not be taken literally. Fiction is fantasy with just enough reality to make it sticky. It worms its way into your psyche and keeps you worrying, caring, and ready to take action. Even if your action is the opposite of the path taken by the fictional characters, at least you weren’t merely morphing into a couch cushion with your neck bent over a screen while the world ended.
I’m revising this screenplay because not enough of you have read the novel, yet. I can’t just sit here and hope you read the book. Maybe you’re waiting for the movie.
[Note to my favorite actors: read the book and call me if there’s a part you’d like to play.]