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Turn Your Screenplay into a Novel and Make Hollywood Come to You

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Did you know Die Hard, one of the most successful franchises in movie history, was made from a novel? It’s a relatively thin book entitled Nothing Lasts Forever and the author, Roderick Thorpe, wrote it back in 1979. You should look it up on Amazon, see if you can pick up a copy and give it a read. I’ve always found it fascinating to read the original source material of a favorite movie. Just the other day I learned that one of my all time favorites, Flight of the Phoenix, was based on a novel. I picked up a used copy and read it. This can be a very helpful learning tool for anyone considering the task of adopting his or her original screenplay into a novel.

And you probably know that Rambo, First Blood was based on the book by David Morrell. You should definitely read that if you get a chance! But be prepared for a few surprises! Morrell’s main character in the book is not nearly as reluctant to kill as the character in the movie!

The point is, Hollywood is terrified to risk anything new. You know this; they don’t like to gamble. The people in charge would much rather gamble on a proven entity, something someone else has already gambled on. If you can create something intriguing, interesting… something that generates buzz and that anyone with an Internet connection can find on Amazon, you may just have Hollywood knocking at your door. Imagine that! But even if that never happens, at the bare minimum you will have become a novelist - a REAL WRITER - and I can tell you from first hand experience, that is a great feeling.

If you’re an unproduced screenwriter, regardless of how great you think your script is, you’re basically standing in line with a million other poor souls who think their script is just as great. They’re like an angry mob with curled scripts in their upraised hands, screaming out, “Notice me! Notice me!” But the sad reality is Hollywood doesn’t notice them because there are just too many of them.

There are two BIG reasons you should seriously consider adopting your work into a novel.

First, by turning your script into a novel, you put yourself back in control of your own destiny. Once your novel hits the electronic shelves, it’s available for anyone to see. It could achieve a following, and then it’s off to the races!

Second, and perhaps more important, a very significant transformation occurs when you write a novel… you look at yourself differently. You become a Novelist. How many unproduced screenwriters can say that? I am a novelist. I am a writer. I wrote a book. All these statements will be true. People will want you to autograph a copy for them (you’ll have paperbacks available on Amazon at no cost to you; this is one of the best-kept secrets on the Internet! Check out CreateSpace.com). Friends and family members will look at you differently.

And you need that. As a human being, you need the affirmation that says I AM A WRITER and the evidence to back it up. Your subconscious needs it. Things change after you become a published writer. Priorities become clearer. Whereas one day, you were pursuing a hobby, once you get your book on Amazon, you’re no longer a hobbyist. You’re an author, with an Author’s Profile page. Real ISBN numbers. You’re a writer. And who knows? You may just learn that you enjoy writing fiction in novel form better than you enjoy writing scripts. If that happens, embrace it. Go with it. There will always be opportunities down the road to take one of your original novels in the other direction and convert it into a screenplay. The key here is to write. That’s the most important thing. Write!

When you turn your screenplay into a novel, you accomplish an amazing thing...

Your original story sees the light of production, which is critical for people like us who not only yearn to create, but we yearn to entertain, to move, to inspire. We want people to experience our stories and be affected by them, entertained by them. This isn’t just about selling a script, it’s about moving an audience. The published novel doesn’t need actors, music, lights, camera, sound. It can be enjoyed as is. It is totally self-contained.

Well, I hope I’ve sparked your interest in taking your original screenplay and turning it into a novel. Now, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty of how we do it.

THE BASICS

There are three primary tasks you will need to perform to convert your screenplay into a novel.

  1. Convert the tense from present to past
  2. Embellish the descriptions
  3. Determine Point-of-View (POV) and write from inside the head of your characters

Converting Tense

Screenplays are written in present tense because they’re meant to be experienced in real-time, the way a person seated in a theater experiences a movie. But most novels are written in past tense. There are a few exceptions, like the novel Jack Wakes Up by Seth Harwood. But because these types of novels are rare, they’re a little harder to pull off. I recommend sticking to convention and writing your novel in the past tense.

Plus, there’s a reason the past tense resonates with us. It seems more authentic. It’s like, an amazing story has occurred and someone feels compelled to tell it. Like the group of coworkers hanging out by the water-cooler on Monday morning. The storyteller of the group says, “I gotta tell you about this crazy thing that happened to me over the weekend,” and we all pause to hear what happened.

You’re going to need to go through your script page by page and convert those pesky present-tense verbs to past-tense verbs.

I recommend going through your entire screenplay and doing this first step before proceeding to the next. The good thing about doing this step first is that you’ll end up with your first draft in novel format fairly quickly, although it may look skimpy in terms of word count, but we’ll get to that later.

So where, for example, in my script I have present tense verbs, I need to convert them to past-tense verbs. I’ve highlighted the verbs in bold:

INT. SALOON - DAY

People clear themselves of the shooting lanes as they force their backs against the walls. Chucho’s men quietly draw their weapons, pulling back hammers, etc.

There is a moment of intense silence as eyes narrow and teeth set. The stable boy is on pins and needles from his hiding spot beneath the stairs. No one moves a muscle...

And then it happens.

Chucho goes for his guns and Reno hits his elbows against his sides and two pistols fly into his waiting hands and in a flash he guns down Chucho along with one of his men standing by the door.

Just as Reno fires, he rolls over the bar, narrowly avoiding the buckshot coming from the shotgun from the man on his right. Two more of Chucho’s men go down amid exploding wood and glass.

Reno takes out two more gun-wielding targets at the top of the stairs, but his handguns are clicking now, out of ammo.

Through the back door two more of Chucho’s men burst in, guns ablazing. Reno leaps behind a capsized table and methodically hits a release on the straps connected to the middle of his chest.

Suddenly the silver cannister on his back pops open and a shotgun springs over his shoulder and into his hands. Before the men can react, Reno blasts them into the wall.

The place is filled with gunsmoke amid the groans of dying men and the muffled cries of huddled villagers. Reno rises to his feet and surveys the damage.

Behind him, Chucho crawls through the smoke and blood and corpses and grabs a gun. He quickly rolls around to shoot Reno in the back.

The stable boy sees this and shouts.

STABLE BOY
Senor!

So the first pass of the screenplay into novel form will be the process of simply removing the scene headers and converting the verbs.

First pass:

    In the saloon, people cleared themselves of the shooting lanes as they forced their backs against the walls. Chucho’s men quietly drew their weapons, pulling back the hammers…
    There was a moment of intense silence as eyes narrowed and jaws tightened. The stable boy was on pins and needles from his hiding spot beneath the stairs. No one moved a muscle.
    And then it happened.
    Chucho went for his guns and Reno hit his elbows against his sides and two pistols flew into his waiting hands and in a flash he gunned down Chucho along with one of his men standing by the door.
    Just as Reno fired, he rolled over the bar, narrowly avoiding the buckshot coming from the shotgun from the man on his right. Two more of Chucho’s men went down amid exploding wood and glass.
    Reno took out two more gun-wielding targets at the top of the stairs, but his handguns were clicking now. Out of ammo.
    Through the back door two more of Chucho’s men burst in, guns blazing. Reno leapt behind a capsized table and methodically hit a release on the straps connected to the middle of his chest.
    Suddenly the silver cannister on his back popped open and a shotgun sprung over his shoulder and into his hands. Before the men could react, Reno blasted them into the wall.
    The place filled with gunsmoke amid the groans of dying men and the muffled cries of huddled villagers. Reno rose to his feet and surveyed the damage.
    Behind him, Chucho crawled through the smoke and blood and corpses and grabbed a gun. He quickly rolled around to shoot Reno in the back.
    The stable boy saw this and shouted, “Senior!”

At this point, don’t get hung up in the mechanics of the text, or point-of-view concerns, etc. The goal here is to just do a clean swipe of your text and get the entire story down in past tense. Sometimes, the verb form will throw you off. For example, I had to double-check the past tense form of the verb burst which just happens to be the same as the present tense. And, in the second paragraph, it didn't sound right to say "teeth set" (past tense), so I changed it to, "jaws tightened."

Determining the POV

If your story can be told entirely from the view point of a single character, all the better. An example would be Michael Douglas' character in The Game. Everything we see is from his point-of-view. We never leave him. It's what helps make that movie so effective. If you can pull this off, I recommend writing your novel in first-person ("I" form), as in, "I stepped out of the shower and froze... there was a dead woman lying on my bed, painted entirely in gold..."

Most of the time, however, this is not possible to do, as the story will break from the main character and there will be scenes where that character is not present. That's why you will most likely use the third-person POV ("He/She"). More about this in a bit.

Embellishing The Descriptions & Writing From Inside Your Characters' Heads

These two steps usually come more naturally to some writers than to others. If you’re used to writing screenplays, you’ve trained yourself to keep your descriptions sparse, only showing the most relevant details to get the point across. And as you know, we only learn about what’s inside the character’s head from seeing him or her in action. But in a novel, you’ll want to bring life to your characters and their surroundings. For descriptions, make them breathe. Sensory detail is the key. How much sensory detail you put into your descriptions is entirely up to you and remember, you’ll get better at this with practice. As for your character’s thoughts, emotions and feelings, you’ll get those by slipping inside the skin of your character.

Now that we’ve got the entire screenplay down with past tense verbs, we’re going to go through the draft again and embellish the descriptions and write from inside our characters’ heads.

Here’s how the original script introduced the main character (notice the sparse description):

EXT. DESERT - DAY

The CLIP-CLOP of horse hooves announce the arrival of our hero, RENO NEVADA. He is so drunk he can barely stay in the saddle of his giant, prehistoric-looking BLACK STALLION.

A hand falls from his side and drops an empty bottle of whiskey into the sand. He is a drunk nomad, wandering aimlessly.

His wanderings take him near a solitary church and its cemetery where a handful of mourners have gathered for a mass burial. We hear the wails of grief from their suffering as sheeted bodies are dragged from a buckboard filled with dead.

Reno doesn't seem to notice. He rides on, slumped in his saddle. As he roams the southwestern frontier, there is a MONTAGE of burial scenes like the one above, interspersed with images of the dead hanging from trees. Vultures reign.

All around Reno are signs of death, pestilence and disease.

Here is the translated opening scene of the novel with the description embellished and character thoughts and feelings added:

    The heavy, droning clip-clop of Samson’s hooves along the dusty trail felt like nails driven into Nevada’s aching skull. His bloodshot eyes could barely open and when they tried, the painful glare of the blistering sun caused them to shut tight again. He loved his horse without question; but why did the beast have to be so damn gigantic? Why couldn’t he have rescued a regular-sized horse, whose hoof-prints were not the size of Texas?
    He struggled to bring the end of a whiskey bottle to his parched lips, but upon noticing it dry, released his grip and let the bottle tumble to the ground. No more whiskey. He’d have to remedy that soon. Luckily, somewhere in the recesses of his besotted mind, he knew the town was not far away.
    As Samson carried him along, Reno found himself emerging now and again from various states of drunkenness, only to notice odd things taking place around him. He remembered passing the cemetery of a solitary church where a handful of mourners, all dressed in black, had gathered for a burial. But unless his eyes had deceived him, he would have sworn that in the nearby buckboard was not just one or two or even three bodies wrapped in sheets, but dozens of bodies. The wails of grief knelled in his ears and made him to wince, and he watched in numbed silence as the parishioners dragged the bodies out one by one and heaped them into a massive grave.
    All the while, as he slowly made his way south across the dry scorching desert into Mexican high country, the continuous images of death, pestilence and disease registered deep into Reno’s subconscious. He found himself wondering: Were these visions real or were they drunken imaginings?
    At one point he thought he saw the weather-beaten bodies of a young woman and her children twisting in the wind, each dangling at the end of a rope from an outstretched branch of a twisted oak. He lifted his head and blinked numbly at the gruesome sight, and a shiver that chilled him to his core gave him his answer. These visions were real.

It takes a little practice to get the hang of this but I found that if I really let myself go during the writing of the rough draft, I could embellish the description and feel first-hand what the character was experiencing. Remember, it’s a lot easier to overwrite during draft mode, and then trim later during the final revisions.

Here's another example from the opening pages of my screenplay THE TYPEWRITER:
The lives of a man and his family are threatened by the discovery of a mysterious typewriter with the ability to see into the future... and into the mind of a psychotic killer.

FADE IN:

EXT. ONE-STORY RESIDENTIAL - DAY

JACK HARRISON pulls up in his shiny Lexus which proudly displays a FIRST CHOICE REALTY door magnet. He exits, goes to the trunk of his car. We can tell that Jack’s good-looking, charming and maybe, we find out later, a tad bit smarmy.

He pops the trunk and pulls out a FOR SALE sign, along with a notebook, pen, tape measure, etc.

Jack pierces the front yard with the sign, does a quick scan of the neighborhood. It’s nice. He digs in his pocket for the house key.

INT. HOUSE - DAY

Jack enters the house and looks around. He speaks into his phone recorder as he takes stock of the house, making notes, measuring distances, etc.

     JACK
  (recording his notes)
Hardwood floors in the entry.
  (looking closely)
Looks like mahogany. Maybe maple.

He takes notes for all the rooms he enters...

     JACK (CONT’D)
Nice open floor plan. Nice size master on the ground floor with two large walk-ins...

Jack pauses at the top of the stairs. He notices a substantial CRACK in the ceiling, probably due to water damage.

     JACK (CONT’D)
  (into his phone)
Damn. Significant fissure in the ceiling just above the living room.
  (to himself)
I’m gonna have to fix that.

He shakes his head in disappointment, then spots the draw cord leading to the attic. He reaches up and pulls it, extending the hinged wooden stairs.

INT. HOUSE - ATTIC

Jack’s head emerges. He looks around. The room is large and empty.

     JACK
  (impressed with the size)
Wow.

Most of the attic floor is unfinished, but a small portion, near the furnace, is paneled. As Jack steps toward the furnace to get a better look, his foot lands on a board that jars slightly loose.

     JACK (CONT’D)
Uh-oh.

Jack bends down, tries to put the board back into place. He turns it around, like a puzzle piece. As he looks down, something under the flooring catches his eye.

A small suitcase. Like a carry-on, but hard-shelled.

He sits down, pulls it out of its hiding place and onto his lap. His fingers feather over the textured surface. There’s a word embossed on the top of the case: ROYAL.

Jack opens it.

It’s a typewriter, circa 1930’s. The kind the old newsmen used to hammer on. His eyes shine, like a kid in a candy store. The thing is in remarkably good shape.

The sound of someone KNOCKING downstairs jolts Jack back to the here and now. He sets the case aside, carefully descends the creaking attic stairs, then hurries down the second-floor stairs leading to the front door.

And here is the converted scene:

     He found the typewriter on Tuesday, April 14th, just after 9:30 in the morning.      Jack Harrison pulled his shiny Lexus into the driveway at 2314 Crescent Heights Drive and stepped out. He was a thirty-something professional, in good shape, with a head full of blond hair that he tended to wear long, just over the collar. He wore slacks, designer shoes, and a dress shirt unbuttoned at the neck.
     On the ring finger of his left hand was a slim gold band and on the sides of his car were vinyl door magnets advertising his company: FIRST CHOICE REALTY.
     With his hands on his hips, he tilted his head and took a moment to appraise the property. It was a one-story brick home, just under two thousand square feet, built in the late sixties. The yard was a disaster, but the front of the house - with its red brick walls, white mold trim, and set of double doors with their inlay of frosted glass - wasn’t as bad as expected and his spirits rose. It would definitely sell; it just needed a little work on its curb appeal. A pair of azaleas by the front steps would work nicely.
     Satisfied with his appraisal, he went to the rear of his car, popped it open and grabbed one of the dozen yard signs inside. The sky above was gray and threatening rain; a breeze tumbled past him, blowing his well combed hair out of place. He stood in the middle of the front yard and ran his fingers through his hair, taming it back into place and straightening his upturned collar. Jack considered himself no more vain than most in his particular line of work; he knew the importance of image and enjoyed dressing to play the part.
     He pierced the lawn with the prongs of the sign then mashed it into place with the sole of his black dress shoe, leveraging his full body weight. He glanced back up at the house, then up one end of the street and down the other. He was juggling numbers in his head, performing calculations, approximating payment amounts. Eventually he would settle on just the right asking price.
     The key to the house was hidden inside a small metal lock-box attached to the front door. He thumbed the four-digit combination, took out the key and used it to open the front door. Stepping inside, he withdrew a heavy-duty Stanley tape measure from his left pocket and a cellular phone from his right.
     The house was dark and quiet. He stood in the middle of the foyer surrounded by rich mahogany flooring and dark green wallpaper.
     “Hello?” he called out. A habit of his, from years of entering homes presumed empty but surprisingly weren’t.
     Not hearing a reply, Jack sucked in a deep breath and then proceeded with his routine. He went through the house methodically, recording the dimensions of each room, notating them into his phone along with any special features or peculiar drawbacks. He acquainted himself with the home just as he would meeting someone new for the first time, getting to know them.
     “Nice wood flooring in the entrance and throughout,” he said, stamping his foot, his phone to his lips.
     In the kitchen, he recorded a note about the double range oven. Gas and electric. The stainless steel sink. The red oak cabinets. He wielded his tape measure like a sword, taking measurements, recording the details into his phone.
     He opened the sliding glass doors to the back yard and walked outside, making notes about its size, the condition of the exterior fence, the large red wood deck. “Needs stripping,” he noted into the recorder.
     He entered the bedrooms, noting their dimensions and the size of the adjoining closets. He stepped inside the master bathroom and made a note about the large pedestal tub next to the walk-in shower. “Nice,” he added, running his fingers along the cold cast iron surface.
     He went into every room and walked over every square foot. The entire process took well over an hour and he captured and recorded every detail the home had to offer. When he returned to the den, something caught his eye. He stopped and frowned. There was a water mark in the ceiling, a long narrow stretch running right down the center, the edges stained with mildew. He stood on his toes to get a better look. “Water damage in the ceiling,” he grumbled into his phone. He reached up and a piece of drywall flaked off in his hand, sprinkling debris on his head and shoulders.
     “Gonna have to get Gus to fix that.” He shook the debris from his hair and patted his shoulders clean. Then, using a familiar motion, combed his hair back into place with his fingers.
     The water damage was troubling. Jack needed to look into that to make sure it wasn’t something serious. He slipped his phone and measuring tape back into his pockets and ducked around the corner, searching the ceiling for the door to the attic.
     He stopped when he spotted the white drawstring dangling above his head in the middle of the hallway to the right of the den.
     He reached up, grabbed the end of the string in his fingers and tugged. The door to the attic opened and a collapsible wooden ladder extended at his feet.
     The attic smelled dank and musty. He frowned at the cobwebs blocking the entrance. He waved his arms past them and ascended into the attic, keeping himself crouched to avoid banging his head on the beams overhead. A single bulb with a pull chain hung from the rafters. He pulled the chain and squinted as bright light filled the attic.
     An old furnace, cased in stainless steel panels, sat in a corner on top of a shallow aluminum pan to catch condensation. Jack could see the pan was full of dirty water - that probably accounted for the leak in the ceiling beneath his feet. He had to balance himself carefully on the rafters; only half of the attic had plywood flooring, the rest were 2 x 6 wooden beams with the typical pink cotton-candy insulation in between.
     Okay, so the furnace needed work. He’d have to hire a plumber to give it a once-over. The drainage pan could just be clogged, that happened sometimes…
     “Shit,” he cried out, almost losing his balance.
     He had stepped on a corner of the plywood flooring that buckled under his weight. As he stooped to get a better look, he saw that the board hadn’t buckled as he thought. It was a cut-out piece, designed to cover a small section of the floor. Jack scratched the back of his neck as he mind tried to make sense of it.
     He reached down and removed the puzzle piece and revealed a hidden section of the attic. As he squinted to get a better look, he caught sight of something hidden in the corner under the plywood. He lowered himself and, being careful not to tear a hole in his slacks, dropped to all fours. Carefully, he stuck his arm into the wedged opening and his fingers landed against something hard and cold. Something metal. Soon, they found a handle. He pulled the object free.
     It was a typewriter.
     Still in its case, Jack recognized what it was right away. Big, bulky, with the word ROYAL in large embossed letters on the top of its gritty surface. It was heavy too. He made a face as he struggled it free and then readjusted his position, sitting cross-legged with the thing in his lap.
     Alone with the just the case and the long dark shadows from the bulb overhead, he eased the cover open. His eyes widened and he absentmindedly licked his lips. In his lap was an ancient typewriter, from the old gumshoe days of the fifties, in seemingly perfect condition.
     “Wow,” he said, running his fingers over the cold metallic keys. He felt like a kid on Christmas morning.
     And that’s when he heard a hollow knock at the front door.

A WORD ABOUT WORD COUNT

The ideal word count for your novel from script is 50,000 words. That should be the target you shoot for. This makes for a nice-sized novel and a 200+ page book. If you fall a few thousand words short, don’t worry about it. A lean, tight novel that moves at a fast clip is beauty in itself. But if you’re hovering below 40,000 words, I would recommend spending some time to see if you’ve cut anything too short. Descriptions, dialogue, interior monologue, etc. Don’t be wordy just for the sake of length, but if your novel is too short, chances are you haven’t given ample attention to some of the crucial details.

REGARDING POINT OF VIEW

Generally speaking, the point of view you use should be that of the main character in the scene. But one of the tricky parts of novelizing your screenplay is how to handle Point-of-View (POV) transitions between scenes.

Suppose, for example, you have a scene like this that cuts away from your main character:

EXT. SHAFT ENTRANCE - ABOVE - DAY

While the CRACK, CRACK, CRACK of the whip echoes through the canyon, our mysterious friend has penetrated the perimeter of the hideout and found an entry at the very top.

He is revealed to be an Indian, probably Navajo based on his clothes, and his movements are very stealth-like. He is known by the name LONG HAWK. He disappears inside the mine shaft.

The main character isn’t even aware of what’s happening in the above scene. To do this in a novel, I used a standard scene break convention (”* * *”) preceded and followed by a carriage return:

    Harlan expertly landed the tip of the splayed leather against Reno's back in a long, thick slash. Reno's shirt ripped neatly open down his back, the edges tinged in blood. Pain rocketed through him as he clenched his teeth and clutched his eyes shut. He braced himself for worse pain to come...

* * *

    While the CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! of the whip reverberated throughout the canyon, the man who had been following the gang all across the desert plains quietly made his way to the top of an outcropping of golden rock and carefully peered out.
    His name was Long Hawk and he bore the contemporary Navajo clothing of the day: a buckskin waist coat, loose trousers tucked at the calves into moccasin boots, the hilt of a hunting knife above a leather sheath on his hip. He wore a red bandana tied tightly around his forehead, holding into place the long black hair which was parted cleanly down the center. A pearly white cougar fang dangled from each earlobe. His eyes were keen and sharp as they carefully scanned the narrow entrance to the mineshaft outstretched below him. He saw the idle lookouts – one on each side. Having seen everything he needed to, he quietly disappeared back into the shadows of the canyon.

Clear enough, right? But how do you handle something in the scene where there is no point-of-view character? In screenplay parlance, this is called DRAMATIC IRONY. Something happens on stage that is revealed to the audience, but is unrevealed to one or more of the characters.

Here’s an example of dramatic irony in the RENO NEVADA RIDES TO HELL screenplay:

INT. SALOON - NIGHT

The saloon turns into a regular jam session as other men with instruments join in. Guitarists join each other and play and soon, young men are twirling women, laughing, not a care in the world. Drinks flow, men slap each other’s backs.

During all this, the smoke that rises from every lit cigar, pipe, you name it, takes on a strange, UNEARTHLY quality. The large fireplace in the back burns in a strange turquoise color as well. No one notices this unusual phenomenon.

The smoke coils around the inhabitants of the saloon, intoxicating them with a powerful elixir, yet none seems aware of its effect. The mood morphs into one of extreme celebration.

We see the smoke as it drifts up, up through the ceiling, up through the floorboards, up to the rooms above the saloon...

And here’s how I handled it in the novelization:

    Down in the saloon, the festival was fully underway. Guitars appeared and there was singing and dancing. The center of the saloon had been cleared of tables to allow for the twirling and catching of their female partners. Drinks flowed as men laughed and slapped each other on the back.
    During this, but unnoticed by all, the smoke emanating from every cigar, pipe and cigarette began to take on a strange, unearthly quality. The large fireplace in the back burned in an uncharacteristic hue. The blue smoke filled the room, but no one seemed to notice this unusual phenomenon.
    The smoke seemed to have a mind of its own as it coiled around the inhabitants of the saloon, intoxicating them with a powerful elixir, yet no seemed aware of its effect on them. The mood morphed into one of extreme celebration.
    The smoke drifted up, up through the ceiling, up through the floorboards of the second floor, up to the rooms above the saloon.

THE TRAILER

Once you get your book finished and for sale on Amazon, you can then create a trailer using iMovie to draw attention to it.

WANT TO LEARN MORE?

If you've found this article of value and want to see more examples and learn a few more tricks, then I invite you to check out the complete newly-revised and expanded guide on Amazon.

Turn Your Screenplay into a Novel and Make Hollywood Come to You!

SUMMARY

I hope I’ve piqued your interest into turning your screenplay into a novel. Don’t let your script sit on a shelf somewhere collecting dust. It took a lot of blood, sweat and tears to write it. It was hard work. Increase its marketability by turning it into a novel. You’ll enjoy doing it and at the end of the process, you’ll have more than doubled your chances of getting noticed. And more importantly, you will have changed the way you look at yourself.

Good luck and keep writing.

Rick Garrison

About the Author

Rick lives in Charlotte, North Carolina and wrote his first novel under the pseudonym Flash Rivers. He can be found on the web at RichardGarrison.com

He's repped by Jackson Starr, of STARRPOWER TALENT (starrpower.com)

Examples

Come along with me as I convert the awesome game THE LAST OF US into a novel using the principles outlined in the book. Start with Chapter One and see first-hand just how easy it is!

Final Note

If you've purchased my novel RENO NEVADA RIDES TO HELL and would like to see the original screenplay from which its based, just drop me a note and I'll send you the entire script in pdf form just for the asking! You can find my email on my website: http://www.richardgarrison.com

29 comments:

  1. Great article! Thanks for putting up a logical step-by-step outline to this process. I've been considering converting a script for years, but I wasn't sure how to get started. Exactly what I was looking for.

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    1. Glad I could help! Once you get the hang of it, you'll see how easy it is. Good luck with your writing and don't forget to post a link when the book is done.

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  2. Thanks for the feedback! I'm glad I could help. Good luck with your writing.

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  3. Fantastic post, thank you so much for doing this. Extremely helpful and very easy to understand!

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    1. Thank you! Good luck with your writing and feel free to send me any questions you may have!

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  4. Terrific post... thanks for all the suggestions. Do you have any advice about changing dialogue into past tense?

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    1. That's the easy part!

      Keep the same tense in the dialogue, just add "He said," "She said,".

      For example, if your character LUKE has this line of dialogue: "Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level," all you need to do is say, "Luke screamed desperately into his intercom, 'Shut down all the garbage mashers on the detention level!'"

      Make sense?

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    2. You're the best!

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  5. Thank you for this great post! The detailed directions were just what I was looking for. With four unsold screenplays sitting on my desk, you gave me the encouragement I need to get busy, instead of just being depressed. Thanks again!

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    1. Tabitha, so glad I could help! Good luck and send me a note when you publish your first book!

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  6. This is great advice. I struggled so hard to leave descriptions out of my scripts now I'm finding it difficult to revert back to it for the books. My brain cells are going to explode. I'd rather hire someone to do it and share any profits. But this is certainly great advice for someone up to changing back to book style.

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    1. I know just how you feel... there's a certain short-hand technique that the script requires that's a bit hard to overcome when writing a novel. Just remember to 'let it all hang-out' when doing the novelization; there's always time to tighten up later.

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  7. First, thanks for this advice, it's really helpful. Secondly, I've been asked to provide a quote for what I'd charge to turn a script into a novel, and I have no idea where to start in figuring out what to charge. They don't want to pay by the hour, and I won't have to do research. So any advice you could offer in guiding me as to how best to proceed in quoting this would be greatly appreciated. Also, would love any advice you have as far as whether my name will appear as writer and any words of advice or caution. Thanks!

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    1. Peggy, thank you for the kind praise. In response to your question, I think it really boils down to what you feel the time and effort is worth. If it were me, I'd request to read the script first and make sure I have an appetite for the undertaking. Then, if the answer is yes, I'd decide on fair compensation, enough to keep me interested in moving forward. If the script is great, and you think it would sell as a book, perhaps a royalty deal is the way to go. Just make sure you have a signed agreement before you start. If you feel good about undertaking the project, it would be absolutely appropriate for your name to appear as author with an "As Told To By..." the name of the screenwriter. Hope that helps!

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  8. Great article. Thank you for sharing and providing such helpful detail.

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    1. Thank you! I'm glad you found it useful and best of luck with your writing!

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  9. This is brilliant. I am a journalist who has been trying to tell a story for over fifteen years. Back in 2010 I was inspired to take my research and story and turn it into a screenplay. As Mr. Garrison attests, my script got spurts of interest but essentially has been sitting in my bookcase collecting dust. I have been in search of a way to flip my story into a novel and Richard Garrison provided me the "how to" Awesome. Thank you. My story about a government cover up is a story worth telling and now I have a fresh viable vehicle. Thank you for the How To. When my story gets told I will never forget those who got me there!

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    1. Sorry for the delayed response, for some reason my blog stopped notifying me of comments and I've been too focused on the Last of Us Novelization to check this thread. At any rate, Thank You! for your kind comments and I wish you lots of success. Don't forget to post a link to the novel when you're done! Cheers!

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  10. Richard, thanks, bought your book on Amazon. Hope it will help me. I get "stuck" going from screenplay to novella. I don't get stuck writing the screenplay at all... I want to overcome this problem.

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    1. G.G., Thanks! I sincerely hope the book helps you get unstuck. Just remember to allow yourself the luxury of writing some really bad prose to get yourself to the end. You may be pleasantly surprised by the finished product! Good luck and keep writing!

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  11. Something happens that shifts the character’s perspective and the direction of the story. There should be a feeling or sense for the audience that it should be time for the hero to get serious, fun and games are over. Intensity

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    1. As he held the dying man in his arms, an icy resolved filled his veins. He would find the man responsible, no matter how long it took, or to what ends it drove him. He looked down at his blood-stained hands. Justice was coming, he thought, as the trembling fingers balled into fists...

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  12. I am smack in the middle of flipping a screenplay into a novel. Music playing in the screenplay during a chase scene is where I was getting stuck. In the novel I resorted to "and the radio was blasting song x" Other dialog is also got me stumped on the rewrite. Your info here is greatly appreciated. Thx Dano

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    1. As [Character Name] recklessly tried to keep up, the song from a radio blasted in his/her ear: "Pour some sugar on me, yeah!"...

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    2. Sorry, meant to say, "...a song from the radio..."

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  13. can you kindly please help me with my novel scrpit

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  14. my name is qudus meaning "holy", please i have novel script that i really cherished so much that i want it into act. have tried so hard making numerous research. and now i found this website

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