INT. HOTEL ROOM – MORNING
The hotel room is typical 5 – star. A king sized bed dominates one end of the room. A well appointed lounge room opens to a wide balcony with views beyond to the ocean. The sheets are wrapped messily around two forms. These are BETH (33, very good looking mother of 2 and wife) and ROB (35, husband and father). They appear to be in some kind of honeymoon haze of relaxation and love.
Kidspot Blogger thingy. I have to get it done by tomorrow
before we leave because the cut off is Friday. You would
think with all this spare time I would have done it by now.
Stupid. I’m stupid.
Beth rolls out of bed as she reaches for Macbook.
You can do it later. I can think of something else much more
important that needs to be done right now.
Rob reaches for her trying to pull her back into bed. She is just out of reach and is out of the bed before he can catch her.
I wonder how the kids are? I miss the kids. Do you miss the
Rob turns on the TV to some Indonesian quiz show and pays no attention to what his wife is saying.
Do you miss the kids? Oh look! An email from Mum and some
photos of the girls. Look at the girls look how big they look. Do
you think they have grown? I BET they have grown up so much.
I miss the kids.
Rob continues to watch TV.
Beth sits at desk readying herself to write. Instead of logging into Blogger she instead types www.twitter.com into her URL.
I’m just going to write this post now. For the bloggy thing.
Yeah no worries.
Yes. I’ll just get it done now because I can see that everyone is
starting to write them. Look here, Nikki has hers up this morning.
And Bianca. AND Jodie. Bloody hell, twitter is like some kind of
guilty notice board for them all this morning. I’ll just have a look
here then get onto it.
She smiles as she reads through her twitter feed occasionally tapping away with gusto as she jumps into various conversations.
Tappity tap tap. Listen to you go!
She quickly logs into blogger and stares at the dashboard. She stares out the window for a moment, then looks back down and hits NEW POST. She then opens another window in Safari and opens her email. She searches through some posts until she sees the one she is after. From Linda Drummond. She reads the criteria and copies the title of the post from the email, clicks back into blogger and pastes it into the blank blogger post waiting for her.
I’m a bit hungry. Are you hungry? Let’s go get some breakfast
first. I can finish this off later. Wanna get breakfast?
Sounds good. Let’s go.
She shuts down her macbook and jumps up enthusiastically
Yes! Let’s go. I think this morning I am going to go for eggs
AND pancakes. I mean there is only two more days of this left
so let’s go a little crazy. Soon enough it will just be a coffee and
Daisy’s leftover toast. I might even get a danish. I think I’m going
to get a danish! In fact, I am DRIVEN to get a danish. Maybe I’ll
write about that. It has to be around the theme of drive.
EXT. HOTEL POOLSIDE – LATE MORNING
Beth and Rob are laying back poolside on beach chairs. Rob has a book in hand and is deep in concentration. Beth sits up, Macbook open in front of her. She has 4 browser windows open: Twitter, Facebook, Blogger and email and she frantically moves between them all checking one, then when finishing moving onto the next. Twitter. Then email. Then Facebook. And then blogger, albeit briefly. She goes around and around and around again.
Tappitty tap tap tap! Look at you working hard on your
I know! I am selfless. DRIVEN you may say Rob. Yes.
Like I keep saying, I’ll give you something to drive. Will you
be done soon? Wanna go for a swim?
Yeah, I’ll take a break I think. Let’s have a swim and THEN a
As she closes down all of the windows we see that the blog post, titled, remains blank.
I’m just going to put the, ah, finishing touches on that post.
She gazes at the blank post in front of her. Still titled, but empty.
It’s just that I have to get it done. You know, before tomorrow.
Because I really do want to win. I do. And I am, ah driven to
get it, well, done. Cause I have to. And I want to, of course. I
wonder how the girls are?
I know something I want to do. Broom. Broom.
Beth looks at the empty screen in front of her. And then over at her husband. And she closes the laptop.
FADE TO BLACK