Hello, lovely people! It’s been a little while, but I’ve been busy in Birmingham filming a short film I am sharing with you today. It’s theme is youth homelessness and I hope you like it. Here’s the premise:
Tyler is an 18 year old unsure what he wants to do with his future. Pressured to make a choice, Tyler makes a rash decision and goes to live on the streets. Meeting Grace, a homeless woman, Tyler finally sees the future isn’t as scary as he first thought.
I would LOVE to hear your thoughts and maybe what kind of short film you’d like to make if you got the chance.
This is a little sneak peak at what I’m working on. If you want to read more after the excerpt, I would love to hear from you! Love, Abbie Allen
Running through the blades of grass, with her left leg being half prosthetic limb, wasn’t quite how Jenna saw her summer holiday ending up. Her balance was slightly off due to the running blade her Uncle had got her, but it was still a little difficult for her to get used to, even though she had always worn one as long as she could remember. Trying not to look behind her, Jenna leapt over a fallen tree and hid behind it, attempting to keep her heartbeat steady.
‘Come on, Jenna!’ A loud call erupted into the field.
Jenna curled her legs up towards herself, the fear of what was out there starting to swallow her whole. Quickly glancing to her right she caught sight of a boy about eleven, the same age as her, and he was curled up the same way as her.
‘You’re scared too?’ The boy asked.
‘What am I meant to do? I’m a kid!’ Jenna’s voice trembled.
‘Let’s do it together. You have your battle and I have mine. Maybe there’s a reason our minds are joined like this.’
‘Arthur, I can’t do this! I have a fake left leg for crying out loud!’
‘My right leg is exactly the same. We can do this together, right?’
‘You had so better be right about this, Arthur.’
‘On the count of three.’
This is a little sneak peak at what I’m working on. If you want to read more after the excerpt, I would love to hear from you! Love, Abbie Allen
With my foot on full throttle of the car I seriously hoped I wasn’t going to crash. I kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, my hands at the three and nine position. I had no time for indicating, not when I was trying to chase a madman behind the wheel of a bulky four-by-four. My Mercedes’ engine started to roar, so without looking I switched up to the next gear. The madman’s car was hurtling down the road, but I was getting closer to him, the sirens and lights on the top of my car piercing any tranquillity the streets had on a sunny, warm March lunchtime. He turned off, going the wrong way round a roundabout, so I followed him.
‘Charlie Tango 5, are you receiving, over?’ My radio kicked into life.
I had no time to try and tear it from my belt. My radio was in the worst position and I was alone in the car. The madman kept driving, but was slowing at the traffic lights. I took the chance and yanked my radio off my belt.
‘Charlie Tango from 5, I’m at the traffic lights on Robert Lane. Suspect is driving in a black four-by-four, registration Whiskey-Alpha-09-Tango-Pappa-Bravo. Assistance required to bring him in.’ I called in.
‘Received, Charlie Tango 5.’ My radio buzzed again.
The madman then floored it through the red lights. I matched him and followed. We both swerved through the traffic and kept hurtling down Robert Lane. He wasn’t slowing down. He was speeding up. I stepped on it and we were in a mad dash down the road. I was sure I heard tires squeal, but I wasn’t sure if it was my tyres or his.
‘Charlie Tango 5, what is your location?’ My radio buzzed.
‘Charlie Tango from 5, I’m still heading down Robert Lane, the suspect ahead of me. We’re coming up to the Snow Island and will need urgent backup.’ I tried to call it in and drive at the same time.
The madman took to the island, driving round it and swerving all over the shop. I kept following, my radio cradled in my lap. I breathed a sigh of relief. Two marked police cars joined in my pursuit, stopping the four-by-four on one of the turn-offs.
‘Charlie Tango from 5, we’ve got him, it’s a stop, stop, stop.’ I called in, pulling in behind them.
I killed the engine and got out the car. The uniform coppers had him out the car. I was a metre away and I could smell drugs and alcohol on him.
‘Get him down to the nick.’ I ordered.
The coppers responded, nodding and dragging him off to one of their vehicles in cuffs. I tried to steady my breathing and my heart that was drumming intensely in my chest.
‘Gov, you alright?’ One of the PCs asked me.
‘Fine. Bit of adrenaline not quite ready to settle down yet.’ I smiled weakly.
I sat on the bonnet of my car for a minute, trying to gather myself. I watched the sunlight dance through shadows of a nearby tree on the road surface. It was gentle, unlike this whole fiasco. My view was then blocked by a pair of boots. I looked up and found one of mine watching me. He was stocky, but he softened seeing me watching him. He had that look in his eyes that told me he’d seen more than I would as a copper.
‘Heroics?’ He asked, a gravelly voice coming out his mouth.
‘He’s been avoiding us for weeks. I wasn’t about to let him get away.’ I pointed out.
‘Gov, you could’ve got hurt.’
‘Leon. I’m fine.’
‘Yes. I am. I’ll meet you back at the station.’
I got up off the bonnet and checked the traffic was away from my car for me to get in. I heard Leon walk away, but he stopped suddenly.
‘Who is she?’ One of the PCs asked.
‘Who is she? That’s Mystery.’
Welcome back to another blog! It’s getting all a little scary right now, only a month away from the end of my time at University. Final year has gone so quickly and now I’m in the mad dash to get all my work done for the looming deadlines. So, whilst I’m in the mindset of my Major Final Project (dissertation equivalent) that is a 3-part Crime Drama for TV I’ll pass on a little bit of help and guidance I picked up from how to plot stuff into the series, but it’s mainly stuff like thrillers or mystery.
So, when you’ve got certain things that need to be found out in certain places, this is what you should do.
Figure out how many episodes you have content for. From there, you make a list of points you need to uncover. Once you have that, figure out which ones go together. Once you have that, choose which points come in what order and choose which episodes which points come into the series. Once you’ve got that, then make sure it’s evenly done and you don’t give the whole chain of events away before the end of the series. That would definitely kill the series in its tracks.
I hope that helps and you can make your own series the best it can be. I wish you luck in your writing endeavours.
Have a read of a fellow writer’s work who is on my University degree
Ok, so tomorrow I am meeting with the author of my source text that I have chosen for my Adaptation project for uni. For our adaptation unit we had to choose text and then write a treatment of how we would adapt it into a different medium and write a few scene from our interpretation of the text. I chose the 2007 novel ‘Blue Sky July’ by Nia Wyn, a Cardiff based author. The story is very relate-able to me, as it follows the first seven years of Nia’s son Joe’s life who has cerebral palsy. It was interesting for me to see the impact that CP has on the parental side, while not being directly effected by the disability it still bares a big impact. It kind of made me realize that the events of the book must be similar to what my parents went through with me when…
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Bearing of the soul can be a good thing, but sometimes it can be really difficult to do. So, I’m going to write this blog to bring awareness to Autism for the Autism Awareness Month.
Living with Autism can be both gruelling and exciting. There are many challenges I have to go through living with Asperger Syndrome. I was diagnosed when I was three years old and it made things a lot more difficult for my parents to go through. They had to change their methods of bringing up a child compared to how they had been bringing up my older sister. It was hard for them because they also had to adjust to the idea I’d got it from my Dad too.
School for me wasn’t any easier either. I talked to my Mum about it a couple of months ago and she told me that my parents struggled to get my learning support because I had it, only to be given to another student they thought needed it more. It was really hard for them to make sure I was brought up okay. But I think they did a pretty awesome job. Secondary school was difficult as I got my support in Year 8, only for it to be dropped down to 1 teaching assistant in two lessons out of 25 a week. However, I was still able to come out of school with 7Cs, 2 Ds and a B equivalent in ICT.
School was very difficult for me being Autistic because I was different to my peers. I didn’t have a mind working like everyone else because of it. So the other students bullied me for it for thirteen years. I told teachers and my parents, but there was only so much my parents could do. It stopped when I left secondary school and went to college to do Acting. There was one good thing about school though. I found my love for writing stories. I started writing them when I probably should have been revising for my GCSEs.
College helped me with my confidence and it also helped me to start to learn what kind of stories I wanted to write, including starting my career for writing scripts. One of my tutors, Sharon, saw what skills I was developing and started helping me make them better. I left college with a DMM overall from the two year course. I was then able to go to University, after many thought I wouldn’t be able to with my disability. Yeah, I was bullied by those I had been put into a flat with for my first year of Uni, but I found friends in my course and progressed further in my development.
So here I am, two months away from the end of my third year at University on a Scriptwriting degree in Cardiff, two hours and a half away from my hometown. It looks like I’m gonna come out of Uni with a 2-2 overall, but I’m pushing to get a higher mark. My disability hasn’t been a limit, not anymore. I’ve grown so much and proved that I can do anything. So whether you have a disability or not, don’t let it define you. Just be you and that’s all anyone can ask of you.
My feet crashed through a puddle, spraying the water around my feet. I kept running forward, not looking back. I tried to take deep breaths when I could just to keep me moving forward, but it wasn’t helping as much as I’d hoped. The sound of electricity being charged up roared in my ears. I managed to dive to the side by a wall as the shot of electricity whizzed past where I had been standing. I stumbled to my feet and ran the new direction in front of me. I could hear feet getting closer to me, but I couldn’t look back. The entrance to an old train subway was ahead of me.
Taking one quick glance behind me, I saw they weren’t nearby yet. I pegged it down the flight of stairs into the subway. I hid away from the staircase, not hearing a thing. Taking a deep breath, I stepped down onto the tracks. I kept walking through the tunnel until I found another staircase protected by two guys that looked like they were bouncers or something. I climbed onto the platform and walked towards them.
‘You’re not permitted here. Get lost.’ The guy on the left snarled.
‘What’s up there anyway? Golden toilet?’ I raised an eyebrow.
‘Let him know we’ve got a bitch at the door.’ The guy on the left looked to his colleague.
‘You have a name?’ The guy on the right asked.
‘Carlie.’ I was wary.
The guy on the right went up the stairs they had been protecting. The guy left behind checked me out, but tried to hide his grin. The other guy returned, gesturing with his head for me to follow him up. I walked up the stairs and found myself in a dance floor space. Music was playing loud. The guy from the door led me through the space, parting the crowds to get me towards a throne. It was a golden thing. I was waiting for the fur seat to lift up and be a golden toilet. A guy was slouched over the throne. The guy clocked me and held a hand up. The music screeched to a halt and stopped, allowing silence to blanket over the entire room.
‘Who the hell is this?’ The guy on the throne scowled at me.
The guy from the door stepped back, leaving me unprotected. The guy from the throne got up from his seat and stood in front of the throne. He had a fur train like the royalty of the old times used to wear on coronation. He also had a crown on his head, but it was tilted so it sat at an angle on his head.
‘Name.’ The crowned dude demanded.
‘Carlie London.’ I nearly spat at him.
The whole room froze and stared at me. The crowned dude looked petrified. Like a Mexican wave, they all started kneeling around me.
‘Your Majesty.’ The crowned dude bowed his head, making the crown roll off his head.
The crown rolled across the floor and tapped my feet as it stopped. I bent down and picked up the crown. I held it in my hand and placed it on my head. I walked through the crowds of people and stood by the throne. I could see they were terrified of me, but I knew what was outside the subway system scared them more.
Drumming my fingers against the table started to get on Edward’s nerves. He glared at me, giving the hint I had to stop. I held my hands up in surrender.
‘Are you that bored?’ Edward raised an eyebrow.
‘We’re on an OBBO.’ I pointed out.
‘It’s not that bad.’
‘Yeah it is. It’s worse than getting babysat.’
‘Were we that bad?’
‘Harriet left me to play with a pot of chocolate. I got it everywhere.’
‘You just enjoyed playing with your food.’
‘I got your clothes. You had to throw out half of them.’
‘We had to do the same with a lot of yours. You kept growing out of them.’
‘I was a kid.’
‘That’s why I didn’t get mad.’
‘You are such an annoying brother.’
‘I do my best.’
‘They’re on the move.’
We both looked out the window and saw on the ground floor two hooded figures sauntering down the road.
‘Better call it in.’
‘To who? Base or home?’
‘Both. They’ll both want to know.’
Edward pulled out his phone and dashed out the door. I grabbed the camera from the table and took images of the two figures leaving down the street. I caught sight of Edward on the street, running after the two figures. Edward drew his gun. I froze, seeing the figures turn to face him. I took a picture of the figures, hoping to get their faces. The gun went off and I ran out the door. I flew down the stairs at speed and pegged it out the building. I ran down the street and found it was completely empty. No one was nearby. I looked both ways and saw nothing. Edward was gone.
Welcome back to another blog! It’s been WAY too long. Since I’ve just finished writing a draft for an assignment/showcase due in May, thought the best way to try and recover is write a blog. Why not? So this blog is about Series Outlines. They’re horrible to try and write, but if you get the structure down, you might get through unscathed. Let’s get right into it.
START IT OFF PROPERLY
So, the first bit you need to know about putting the first words on this one page only document is to ensure you make it clear what is being told. This is the example I will give so you know what I mean.
Locksford by Abbie Allen – Crime Drama TV Series of 3 episodes
Logline: Not everything a new PC sees in a Birmingham suburbs police station is the truth
So the title and the name of the writer are in bold. Then you explain what genre the series is and how many episodes you intend the series to be. It’s also a great idea, no matter how horrible the process may be, to get some kind of logline on there, just so they know what your piece is about.
SECTION ONE- THE WORLD
This is the first bit you need to put in next. You need to give a little bit of info about the world you want to tell them about. It is likely to be a bigger paragraph or more if you’re doing a Sci-Fi or Dystopian. Then you have to explain what happened to the world and how it got into its current state. Luckily, mine was just about a police station in Birmingham. This is the example I’ll give.
“Lizzy Reading, the youngest of her family, makes the decision to join Locksford Police Station against her family’s wishes. With determination to follow in her dead brother, Sergeant Neil Reading’s, steps it pushes Lizzy to believe in the impossible. The four year anniversary of Neil’s death gets closer and Lizzy is confused why her family turned their backs on Lizzy and Neil. Emotions bubble to the surface as Lizzy starts to behave like Neil and their mother, Elizabeth Hendy-Reading, tries to persuade Lizzy to change career.”
So this would set the world up for the reader to understand what is going on.
SECTION TWO- CHARACTERS/PROTAGONIST EMOTIONS/OBSTACLES/RESOLUTION
The gloriously long but narrative-led section. This is where you try to introduce your characters whilst also move the narrative on to reveal the bumpy journey your characters go on. It may be a long section, but it can be worth it if you can get it done well. This is the one from my project, LOCKSFORD.
“Ignoring the threats from her own family to leave the force, Lizzy turns up for work to discover her father, Superintendent Michael Reading, has been creating a reputation on brute force and deception. Unsure what to believe, Lizzy starts to put her trust in Inspector Dale ‘Becker’ Beckett and PC Nicky Penn. Whispers and looks of disgust are pointing in Lizzy’s direction, but are put to bed by intervention from DI Melissa Hemming, DC Leon Boulder and DC Natalie ‘Tash’ Price. Whilst a new team is formed, tensions rise from Tash about Lizzy, worried what Neil told Lizzy about her, his girlfriend at the time of his death.
As Lizzy tries to settle into her new environment, she finds not everyone plays by the rules. Coming across her supervising officer, Sergeant Max Strong, Lizzy must decide who she puts her trust in and what she will do to stay alive. During her first week as a probationary PC, Lizzy is paired with Nicky, known as the ‘Master Puppy-walker’ due to his career spanning close to thirty years and puppy-walking all the new recruits. Tash and Leon stumble across an armed robbery, leading them straight to a drug dealer. With trouble brewing round the case Lizzy, Nicky and Melissa are pulled in for assistance. Just when they think it can’t get any worse, Lizzy recognises the drug dealer as an associate of Michael’s. Becker is drafted in and all officers in the inner circle are on red alert for danger pointing straight at Lizzy. After a raid on the drug dealer’s house goes wrong, questions emerge of who is involved and what parts they have to play in the events circling Locksford.
Whilst Lizzy battles with her new job, Elizabeth battles with her conscience on what the family is up to behind Lizzy’s back. Through Elizabeth’s leisure centre, Michael has been using it for a front to cover his dealings away from the nick. Their remaining son, Dan, is also up to his neck in it, not giving Elizabeth a way out or a way to keep Lizzy safe.
Returning home to gather herself after her first day at work, Lizzy finds a letter in one of Neil’s books. With new information Neil had left her before he died, she starts to doubt Neil is actually dead. Taking a week to contemplate the new information before talking to the team, Lizzy starts to get letters and notes at work in the same hand as Neil. Finally caving and confiding in the team, they try to figure out whether the rumours Neil’s death had been fake or not. As Tash starts to receive threats putting Leon in danger, she struggles to decide what to do between keeping quiet about what she knows or putting Lizzy out of her misery and telling her the truth.
Just when the case looks hopeless, Lizzy and Tash catch onto a new lead after another associate of Michael’s is found murdered in his flat. The duo check out a flagged up warehouse full of bags shoved full of white powder. Just when they think they have found the jackpot of evidence both of them are caught in an explosion, knocking them off course from finding out the truth.
As Elizabeth’s conscience starts to take over, she makes the choice to tell Lizzy what has been going on and what she knew about Neil’s death. Elizabeth and Michael butt heads about their daughter, but Michael’s approach petrifies Elizabeth enough to stand up for their daughter in her hour of need. Michael’s dealings come to light and his reputation is torn to shreds as the facts surface. Distraught at the shambles her family have become, Lizzy goes home to find Neil waiting for her, asking her for help before collapsing into her arms.”
So you see, this is an example, but different series need structure in a different way.
So I wish you luck in writing your own and maybe, you never know, it may just be a help to pin down the main points of your series.