This screenplay has been gestating for a good while -- one of those stories that's been niggling and niggling at me to be told. Like all too many of my stories, it started out with a misreading that turned into a pun.
Don't ask me at what point I looked at (or heard) "bed and breakfast" and kicked it a couple of consonants along into "dead and breakfast".And then of course the conjectures began. What kind of place is a "dead and breakfast"? Who lives there? Why? And what's the nature of the "broken bone" that for me is the heart of fantasy fiction -- the painful interface where the fantastic element rubs up against reality and causes the drama? This script is my answer to those questions.
It's been kind of a hectic weekend here, so I wasn't able to start ScriptFrenzy along with everyone else: but this screenplay will be going up over at Out of Ambit, five pages or so per day, until it completes at the end of April. (Complete with fantasy casting... as you can see from the poster.) :) (Unfortunately it can't be posted here because I can't get the Scrippet script-page formatting to work...)