Me trying to figure out the distance between places and how long it’ll take a character to get there in a society that travels mostly on foot:
I made an equation for you:
[10 + (g × 2) + (n × 2)](k) = minutes
This is for flat terrain, with a healthy bipedal adult. k = kilometers and g = kilograms of excess weight, backpacks and such, averaged per person. n = number of individuals traveling in the group, which will always increase the travel time.
For children, individuals with physical disabilities, and the elderly, make it 15 or 20 minutes per kilometer. For mountainous terrain, add at least 10 mintues per kilometer within the mountains, possibly more depending on the incline. Rivers will depend upon if baggage can float, how well the character can swim, and how wide and deep the river is, but is likely to be over 20 minutes.
Also, remember most paths are not perfect lines. I think it would be best to create a map with natural looking paths that you can then figure out the length of. Also, mountain paths often curve in on themselves, so you have to add on even more time on this back and forth journey up a peak.
So if you’re traveling 10 kilometers with 2 other people, all carrying around 2 kg of stuff, you’ll get there in roughly 180 minutes, or 3 hrs.
But people don’t walk continuously for hours on end, so you’ll need to factor in breaks to rest, or look at landmarks, or encounters with other travelers, etc.
Hopefully this can help other writers out there! 🙂
Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.
Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.
men reviewing a male filmmaker’s movie: if you can’t understand the poeticism of this movie’s slow pacing, then maybe you are not ready to understand cinema!
men reviewing a female filmmaker’s movie: not a lot happened. 0/10 wack
Men reviewing men: “A deeply moving, personal journey.”
Men reviewing women: “Too personal.”
Listen up y’all. I’m a young, lesbian woman midway through a masters of fine art in Screenwriting as I prepare for a career in film and television. And this is the fucking truth.
About a month ago I met with a (young straight white male) professor about a script I was working on. The protagonist is an LGBT female struggling with a depression severe enough to have ended her last relationship. She is medicated for her depression and the medication itself plays a role in the script. This isn’t the plot of the film, just an aspect of the protagonist’s character.
The entire duration of the meeting with this professor was marked by his extreme disinterest in my script. Which, fine- you can’t please everyone, and honestly there were some major problems with the script that I’ll have to tackle during the rewrite. But the real highlight of the meeting was when, after being asked what he felt the biggest issue with my protagonist was, my professor responded: “Well nobody’s that sad. It’s just unrealistic.”
Three other scripts in my class feature protagonists struggling severely with depression. Two of those three are written by men. When I checked in with them afterwards, I was told by the other female writer that she’d received a similar comment from our professor. Both male writers, however, had been praised for their “sensitive and thoroughly human characters.”
Of the faculty in my program, only two professors (of close to 20) are female. The majority of the program is taught, run and managed by white, straight, cis males.
My point is this;; it’s not just Hollywood. As far down the career step totem pole in Screenwriting as formal education, men genuinely don’t believe that women are allowed to be emotive, expressive beings. If you say too little, you’re a bitch- if you say too much, you’re melodramatic and pathetic to boot.
Men don’t want women, men want female bodies on camera, and that is the single biggest crock of horse shit in this entire garbage industry.
Men don’t want women, men want female bodies on camera, and that is the
single biggest crock of horse shit in this entire garbage industry.
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