Welcome Back

I have been gone too long... I have tons to share and hope to get just a bit of it posted in the next couple weeks. Once again Script Frenzy is coming up  (2 weeks away). I'm not sure if what I have on the creative frontier is script worthy but I will write during the challenge none the less.

Script Frenzy

So you will all have a bear with me in April as I dive head first in to script writing, which I haven't done seriously since college (circa 1993-1999)... I have a couple ideas in my head, of course I'm going for theatrical although you never know if may change itself as it evolves...
Don't be surprised if I decide to side line the novel ideas for the stage again... I might even get ambitious and go musical theatre....

Enjoy the spring weather, Spring Forward tonight  (that is your public service announcement)..

Escape the Hezbollah: Book Review

I recently finished reading a powerfully intense work by Pola Muzyka. "Escape the Hezbollah" follows a young man through the ultimate test of faith and love. The main character Joseph is kidnapped into the Hezbollah army and forced under Sharia Law. This powerful story follows Joseph through his struggles to keep his faith in God while trying to stay alive, protect the ones he loves and escape.

This is a powerful , inspiring book. Not only well written, but well researched. I was taken by the research involved in the overall story as well included "glossary of events".
Overall the book really makes you think about your faith, your passion, your conviction. What would you do in his situation? Do you have the faith to stand up for God even in your darkest hours?

Fairy Tale: One Minute Writer

Today's Writing Prompt: Fairy tale

Fairy tales have many common character-types: princes, princesses, witches, fairies, ogres, giants, etc. What character would you like to be?

Adrianna the princess and her prince will come back someday.

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Her auburn hair and hazel eyes accent her young innocences. Where was her prince charming? Would he ever come again? He was the light that shown in her heart, the end of the love story. He was the inspiration she needed to keep going, to write, to sing, to perform. Just simply knowing he was in the

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Addy stood at the edge of the fenced yard wondering what brought her back to this place. Why had she accepted the invitation. She hadn't spoken with Thom since that last phone call over 3 months ago.  This was not the Spring Break she envisioned. The manacured lawn and the white picket fence of his mom's place was the picture of perfection. THe spring flowers bl;oomed in their fresh pastel colors, tulips, daffoldils and (another early spring flower) whispered peaceful thoughts as Addy carefully stepped forward to the farm house porch. Everything about this house and the yard reaked with perfection. How could she even compete with this life. The sweet smells of berry pie crept across the lawn. One step at a time. The porch stairs seems to hold her back, how could she think that she was good enough for this family. Thom proclaimed his love for her, but what did she think? Did she love him , could she adapt to that life?

"Come in my dear." Mrs. (ASDFSAFE) greeted Addy at the front door with her crisp pressed linen apron over her perfect navy blue floral dress. Even her dark chesnut hair was perfectly placed, not a strand out of place. Addy froze in her tracks, not knowing what to do.

" Adrianna, welcome." Mr. (ASFDSE) extended his hand to bring her in. This was almost too much for Addy to take, the overwhelming sense came over her to simply turn and run, this was all just a huge mistake, a nightmare she was going to wake up from. Addy took that first step across the threshold of the door and caught her balance. Catching her breath at the sheer elegance of the home, Addy knew there was no way she would ever fit into their perfect little world. All this was too much.

"Addy, mmmmm" Thom made his way arond his parents' crowding arms wrapping his own arms around her. "I've missed you, so much. It is good to hold you again," he whispered in her auburn hair as he hugged her closer and closer, protecting her from the questions and assumptions of his parents.

"Thank you for saving me back there." Addy softly whispered back, not knowing for sure how to respond to all this pomp and circumstance. " I hope I'm not under dressed for the occasion, I feel totally out of place."  She stiffened up pulling away from his grasp.

"Dinner will be ready in about 30 minutes.."
"Thanks Mom, we are going to sit on the porch and talk until dinner.

Wedding Plans..

"Miss Adrianna Marie Cameron and Mr. James Douglas Stevenson cordial request your presence on Sunday July ___, 2008 at ______________ as they are joined in the bonds of holy matrimony." that reads so perfectly Addy thought to herself as she put the finishing touches on the invitation order.  "I'd like the ivory linen with navy blue print raised Old English Script and the double line scroll border along the edge. For the return cards, lets stay with the same paper and font but remove the egding..." She continued her doodling as she relayed the information to the customer service person on the other end of the phone. Her bluetooth headset seemed to have grown to her head this past week with all the phone calls and meetings not to mention the 4 conference calls and 2 online meetings she had managed to hold.

knock, knock... "Can I come in?" Jim stood at the door on her office with a single peach rose in his hand.
she waved him in with a smile.  he moved slowly around the back of her chair to place the rose on her desk and softly kiss her check.  Addy jotted on her note pad, ' Thank you' with little hearts. It was corny and so not like her, but she was hopelessly in love and enjoying the insanity of the wedding plans.
"Thank you, oh and can you send over the copy sample before it goes to print? by, Friday? Do you need my card now, ok perfect, I'll send the card information with the messenger/ courier Friday."
"Sorry about that, where were we..." She turned and stepped up out of the office chair, Jim helping her into a warm gentle embrace.
"Do you have time for lunch?"
"Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"I  was thinking of that little deli down on 37th, they have a cateering company and thought we could give them a try?"
"I thought we were using Jensen Bells?" Addy was trying to collect her thoughts.
"We hadn't**** finalized the details yet, and I just thought we could try this one to be sure... our receptionist says she has used them a couple of times and has never had any trouble, she also mentioned they are really good with the low sugar recipes.."
"Ok, give me a couple minutes and I will meet you down stairs." Addy had to reply to the 2 messages flashing on her screen before she could continue with wedding plans. Balancing her daily office tasks and the planning on what was becoming more of the social event than a traditional wedding was taking its toll on her.

****Note to self*****: change Addy's "new job" to something in marketing....  but leave the theater stuff in the job description.

Internet: One Minute Writer.

One Minute Writer wants to know if the internet was popular when you were a kid how would you have used it... So I'm asking Addy today... Now that I think about it , her answer will probably be similar to my own personal response.


Addy starred blankly at the screen across the walnut desk, the clear crisp flat panel monitor made the daily grind of emailing and networking easier on the eyes. What did we do before the internet connected the world in seconds? she thought to herself as she typed a reply to an author query.

A Surprise Engagement

The sun rose as it did every morning yet this morning the light seemed different, softer, warmer. Addy stretched her arms out from under the down comforter, 'wait a minute she didn't have a down comformter on her bed?' cautiously she pulled her arms back in and turned her head slowly to the side. 'oh good grief , what have I done?' she thought as she caught a profile of him next to her. "This is bad, very very bad."
 He smiled and stretched his arms wrapping around her... "mmm, good morning beautful" how cliche' can you be, good grief.
"morning," she wanted to run, and run fast. Then it hit her, the memory of yesterday came crashing back. The proposal, the dinner party, all of it... 'oh boy' she thought to herself, this is a lot to take in.. The satin edge of her nightgown wrapped around her toes as she curled them trying to figure out her next move.

"About last night, it is all still a fog" she wasn't sure she had all the details straight. The obvious detail sat glittering in the sun on her finger, the platnium and diamond engagement ring was more than beautiful, it was everything a girl could dream of.

"Don't worry about it, the details aren't important, we were surrounded by friends and everything was perfect. You didn't embarass anyone and you didn't do anything to be ashamed of. " He was confident and reassuring in his words. That didn't help as much as she would have liked.

Lifting the comforter out of the way, Adrianna stepped off the edge of the bed glancing around the room to get her bearings. 

"You don't have to rush into the office today, I already rescheduled our day, the meetings we had with the art staff has been rescheduled for 3:30.

One Minute Writer Tuesday: Travel

What is the furthest you traveled from home as a child? Describe the experience.
So with the One Minute Writer word, "Travel" and the above questions, here is Addy's response.

Addy starred at the bookshelf in her office. Photos for various show openings and vacation albums filled the shelves mixed in with technical books and various binders filled with old scripts, journals, and such. Needing a break from the days reviews Addy decided to journing down memory lane for a time.  Back to 1983, her family had decided to take a summer road trip.  From there small town home to Southern California, two kids, a dog and her parents in a 1974 Datsun King Cab pickup towing a similar aged fifth wheel trailer. Addy and her younger sister sat in the back seat while the dog was in the back of the truck.  As far as Addy could remember it was one of the hottest summers, and no matter how often they stopped at a rest stop the trip seemed to take forever.  From Northern Oregon to sunny Southern California shouldn't take more than 4 days, of course when you add stops every 2-3 hours for potty breaks , stretching and feeding 2 cranky little girls a 4 day trip soon takes 5 or 6 days. This trip was really no exception. Addy thought to herself, remembering all the tourist stops they had made on the trip; Crater Lake National Forest in all its natural beauty,  Shasta and the ghost towns of the Gold Rush Era,  Pea Soup Andersen's with the huge windmill or at least it seemed that way to an 8 year old little girl,  interstate Rest Stops too many to count, but most had grass to play in , except one she could remember clearly  seems to be so dry and desolate that she couldn't imagine why they stopped other than both girls needed to take a potty break.  What a trip, it was not just a road trip but a family visit to her cousins and an adventure, Sea World Water Park was still pretty new.

A Shadow of its former Glory

The moon light cast a rich eerie glow through the broken windows on the second floor, the gray clouds seemed to move freely through the windows and classrooms of the conservatory. Adrianna starred vacantly toward the building. Ghostly images running through her mind as the memories flooded back. 6 years of her career had been spent in these halls, as a simple matter of fact her theatrical career actually began in these halls. She began as a Photographic art student with an assignment to shoot the cast and crew of a production in the theater. Lighting and lighting tricks a specialty in her work, actually her signature style, creating mood lighting and image games she liked to think of it. Addy didn't know the whole story, but when she arrived on set to do the shoot, the director approached her about theatrical lighting seemed that the lighting person has jumped shipped with only 3 days until the opening. She had friends in the production and figured it couldn't hurt. Following a very crash course in running a electronic light board Adrianna began her theatrical career. Strange to look back and think it all started by chance. Although she had been in music and dance prior, but theater was another story.
The basement corner window seemed to call to her, the old darkroom. Even after she moved to a theater program Addy still took photography courses and used the darkroom, a safe artist haven. If those walls could talk the stories they could tell, the things that darkroom had seen would surprise people. The crumbling walls of the building seemed to cry out in pain, a sad sight to watch. Addy wasn't even sure what brought her here.
'I should go,' she thought to herself turning to walk back to her car (what kind of car?), a dark feeling grabbed at her holding her in her tracks.