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The
Forgotten Ones
came to me unexpectedly. I had written four different shorts, but
wasn’t very passionate about any of them so I started writing a
draft for a feature. The anxiousness, excitement, and anticipation
of seeing my feature on the silver screen kept me writing for days.
I wanted that same feeling for my short, which I knew, could open a
door for my features. In addition, I wanted to write something that
would showcase my acting and writing talents, which are my first
loves. Yet more than anything, I wanted the passion, suspense,
drama and taboos wrapped in one. So I started playing with the idea
of three women with three different personalities being forced to
deal with the same problem. My first effort didn’t give me that
flutter in my stomach, you know – that feeling that makes you stay
up late and wake up early to craft the idea, the story, the dream
that will end all others. So I put the pen down and decided to go
to lunch with my sister. As we ate, I ran the idea about the “three
women” past her. Her eyes raised in curiosity or confusion, I’m not
sure, but she liked where I was going with it. She finally
suggested that I somehow use the concept of “shadows” that we had
learned about and trained in. That fluttery feeling appeared. Our
conversation deepened and talks of religion surfaced. Two people
sitting beside us were offended by some of our “liberalism” and
didn’t understand why we held strong views about freedom of religion
and freedom from it. They wouldn’t understand, because their
experiences were different. They hadn’t met and befriended people
from various walks of life and faiths. They hadn’t been ostracized
for wanting to learn about the history of Christianity, Islam,
Buddhism, and a host of others. They hadn’t witnessed people wanting
to kill themselves because they were violated in the name of God and
didn’t understand that if God loved so much, why some “things” ever
had happen. No, they didn’t understand these elements of faith or
maybe they just didn’t care.And then, like a ray of sun on a stormy
day, it came to me. Through anger, frustration and fear, The
Forgotten Ones was born. Three women, with three different
personalities, three different views - having to face the same
situation. The flutter, the excitement, the anxiousness, the late
nights and the early mornings came like a burst of wind. |
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I
picked up the pen and started to write and suddenly my grandfather’s
death didn’t feel so painful, my house burning down as I slept
didn’t feel so hopeless and the on-going family tension finally
seemed to ease. Yet, even through the seven months I lost
because I didn’t have anywhere to edit or the hundreds of hours and
money I spent cleaning up my sound because of the former family
friend that deliberately tried to sabotage the production – it was
all worth it. Every cent, every tear and every second was seeing my
“baby” fully blossom and develop into a rewarding piece of work. |
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