True Story of the Perfect 36 is a lot of fun!
If life gives you lemons, you can either get pucker-faced trying to drink the sour juice, or you can scrounge around for sugar and flour and bake a pie.
I’m the pie making type.
Once upon a time, I was a librarian, and I was good at it. I started as a public librarian, and after a short break as a Research Strategist at the University of Washington I moved on to be the Head Librarian at a K-12 private school.
It was a blast! There was nothing slow or relaxing about that school library. Maybe because it was three libraries, not one, but whatever the reason, there was no downtime.
I started each day at a run and ended it the same way. It was a nonstop whirlwind of organizing, managing, scheduling, purchasing, labeling, and supervising, all while my staff and I provided topnotch customer service.
There was something unbelievably satisfying about creating order out of chaos, but my favorite part of the entire job was the people. It didn’t matter if it was students, parents, teachers, or members of the staff, if I could solve a problem for them it always made my day.
When my job as a Head Librarian ended, I took it as a sign that it was time for a change. I needed to add new ingredients. So, after doing a bit of research, I applied to Full Sail University, got accepted, and spent the next twelve months immersed in the joys and tribulations of screenwriting.
It was more challenging than I expected, but oh, so satisfying. When I graduated with an MFA in Creative Writing I was on top of the world.
I was ingredient ready.
Since then I’ve devoted myself to writing.
Yum! This pie is delicious!
I’m currently working on the Stone Woman novel that I adapted from my Stone Woman screenplay.
This is the first rewrite, and the novel needs a few more rewrites before it’s ready. This excerpt is from Chapter 19.
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“Well this is interesting,” she muttered. Then she raised her voice a bit and said, “Michael, I can’t see anything. Where—?”
Without warning the memory of that plane dropping out of the sky, in flames, with Michael still on it, hit her like the proverbial freight train. There was no more Michael. He was gone. He was—
“No!” Nicole wailed as she dove into an ocean of despair and nearly drowned in grief. She sobbed uncontrollably for a full five seconds before another growl, this one somehow closer, shocked her quiet.
She sucked in her sobs—not an easy thing to do while guilt and anguish were warring for top place in her heart—and tightened her jaw. As quietly as she could she swallowed her tears and took a slow calm breath, then kicked her feet toward the ground. She needed to know how high in the hair she was hanging.
Unfortunately, the kicks told her nothing. All she met was air, air—and more air.
“Hey, cat! Make a little noise, why don’t you? I need to know where you are.”
But the big cat was a magnificent predator and remained silent.
“Now what do I do?” Nicole moaned.
As if in answer the moon came out from behind the clouds and shot a ray of light through the branches, past her parachute, to shine a spotlight on a bright yellow snake on the branch directly above her, slithering its merry way in her direction.
“Snake!” Nicole yelled, panicked. “It’s a snake!”
She wiggled and twisted frantically trying to get out of the harness. When that proved useless, she ran her hands along the harness. There must be a release mechanism, she knew there must. There would be safety regulations that—
The snake hissed menacingly and showed its forked tongue, as if warning her to be still. Nicole did what any person terrified of snakes would do, she froze in fear.
But she quickly thawed as soon as the serpent once again slithered in her direction. She swore she saw it lick its lips, which made her search for the mechanism with even more fervor.
Finding the button, she took a deep breath and pressed it.
Nothing happened.
“No, no, no. Come on, release!” she yelled as she stabbed at the release with her thumb.
She looked up at the dreaded snake, which was now close enough she could probably see herself in its beady little eyes. If she were stupid enough to look it in the eyes. Which she certainly was not. She had read about snakes hypnotizing their prey. Uh-uh. Not her!
“Release!” she demanded as she switched from stabbing with her thumb to slamming it with her fist. “Release! Come on!”
Without warning the latch released and Nicole plummeted what turned out to be thirty feet to the ground.
Only Nicole was in luck. Instead of the hard ground beneath her, there was a river. As she spluttered and splashed to the surface a low, guttural growl to her left caught her attention.
“Oh, no you don’t!” she roared into the darkness. “I didn’t escape that snake to be your midnight snack!”
The response she got sounded to her suspiciously like a frustrated snarl.
“Go do your shopping elsewhere. This grocery store is closed.”
She turned to the right and swam to the shore opposite of where she’d heard the big cat. As she dragged her exhausted body out of the water shivers racked her.
“I don’t think I like the jungle very much,” she said through chattering teeth.
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Happy reading!
2021 is here.
Shhh!
Let’s keep it to a whisper for a bit. We don’t want to scare it away.
May your day be filled with joy and merriment.
Clip from Q13 News.
Boredom and I don’t get along very well, so years ago I found a way to turn routine tasks into games. It’s all about patterns. Either recognizing them, or creating them.
I remember how I handled homework in elementary school. My teachers loved repetition, and would assign writing 10 vocabulary words 20 times each.
Boring!
So, I’d draw vertical lines to create 5 columns, then count down 20 lines. I’d do this on 2 pieces of paper. This created 2 canvases of 100 units each.
Each column was assigned a word. Then I’d fill in a unit with the appropriate word to create whatever pattern I’d chosen – usually something simple like a tree, house, or flower. I’d complete both pictures and admire them, then see where I could add more words to change the picture into a different, recognizable item. Then I’d fill in all the empty units so no one could tell I’d used the words to create pictures.
For some reason part of the fun was keeping my pattern-making a secret.
I had a similar thing I’d do with math facts. All I needed was a grid.
Fast forward to now. Washington has been locked down for 8 months. Eight frustrating, over-crowded, claustrophobic-inducing months.
Boredom is big.
But since I’ve dealt with boredom many times before, I know all I have to do is make a game out of one of my routine tasks. Like writing.
For some unfathomable reason, I decided it would be fun to work on 6 novels at the same time until I had them all at the first draft stage. At the same time.
I reached that goal last month.
Obviously I didn’t think it through all the way, because now I have 6 novels, sitting on my computer, waiting for rewrites.
Did I mention that rewrites are my least favorite part of the writing process?
Fun times!
I’ve been rewriting the same first few paragraphs for over a week now. If I post them, maybe magic will happen and I can move on to the rest of the book. So here goes!
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“No, no, and again no!” Nicole yelled over her shoulder.
The 22-year-old paused long enough to spear the irritating man following her on the jungle path with a glare, then stubbornly plunged forward. The path was not an easy one in the dark. Not when the jungle relished throwing every tripping hazard imaginable in her path. Finally, after she had bulldozed her way through the thick jungle brush and shoved her way over a clump of tall grasses, she stumbled into a clearing.
A surge of joy washed over her as, for the first time in over an hour, she was free of the jungle’s creepy crawlies. No vines to brush across her face. No giant insects to drop on her shoulder. No roots to spring up in the middle of the pathway with the sole purpose of snagging her feet and making her fall flat on her face.
She was free. She had successfully traversed the jungle. She could relax.
The moment of joy lasted exactly 2.5 seconds, then reality reared its ugly head. Sure, she had pummeled this jungle trek and beat it into submission, but unless she planned to sleep all night in this clearing, tentless, no less, she would have to make the return journey back to the hotel. Through that same jungle that had snagged her hair and tripped her feet and showered her with critters of all shapes and sizes.
# # #
There. I’ve released them into the wild. Unless they come knocking on my door begging to be let back in, my brain should be able to move on now.
Run free, little paragraphs! Run free!
Cute little fella, isn’t he?
I thought so, until I heard strange noises in my attic.
Further research has uncovered holes this little critter and his friends chewed through my roof. Big holes.
A grand entrance on one side of the house, and a private entrance on the other. I fear my attic is being used as a party house along a scenic highway.
This squirrelly little critter is no longer cute.
He’s just another destructive nut.
Since I had to compile this list anyway…
Braumaru :
2014 ScreenCraft Family-Friendly Script Contest Quarter-Finalist
Haunt for Hire :
2019 Screenwriting Staffing Query Letter Top 15
2018 Emerging Screenwriters Shoot Your Sizzle Top 100
9th Annual StoryPros Awards Screenplay Contest Quarterfinalist
Jupiterians :
2019 Filmmatic Pitch Now Screenplay Contest Finalist
Spencer, 1928 :
2018 Nashville Film Festival Semi-Finalist
2018 Emerging Screenwriters Shoot Your Sizzle Top 100
Stone Woman :
2020 Northwest Screenwriters Guild script reading
2019 Screenwriting Staffing Query Letter Top 15
2018 Quarterfinalist ScreenCraft Screenwriting Fellowship (Fifth Annual)
2016 WeScreenplay Diverse Voices Semi-Finalist
2014 ScreenCraft Family-Friendly Script Contest Quarter-Finalist
2014 ScreenCraft Action & Thriller Script Contest Quarter-Finalist
True Story of the Perfect 36 :
2019 Screenwriting Staffing Query Letter Contest Winner
2019 Scriptapalooza Screenplay Competition Quarterfinalist
2019 Creative Screenwriting Unique Voices Screenplay Competition Semi-Finalist, Family/Holiday Top 25
Wormhole 276 :
2017 WILDsound Festival Best Scene Screenplay Winner
2017 Festival for Family Best Scene Screenplay Winner
2017 Fantasy/Sci-fi Festival Screenplay Best Scene