The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 107

•July 4, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Happy Fourth everyone!!!

My previous blog entry Simple Words, is meant to demonstrate how I begin my writing process, in fact Simple Words is the second step, my first is always a thought jotted down on a piece of paper, napkin, anything. My purpose revises the original and with each step I take, paint a better picture, create the visual I’m looking for while hoping that the reader such as yourself, can relate to it.

This process, my process usually delays any deadlines I’ve set for myself, again, I am my own worst critic, never completely happy with what I’ve written. The problem that I have is that when I do write a story, I’m thinking immediately that I will convert it into a script, therefore interfering with the efficiency of that writing project. This may not seem to be a problem to most writers, but too me its a clear indicator that I would be most comfortable behind a camera, directing my subjects and tweaking the little things by looking/editing the dailies each night after the day’s shoot.

So over the next week or two, my blogs will be a revision on the short writing example on #106, unless something of a more importance arises which I feel that I should share with you all.

So again, everyone have a great/safe Fourth of July weekend !!

peace tone

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 106

•July 3, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Simple Words;   I left her behind, not too far but far enough so that I could think clearly. It had to be close to 3am, the breeze off the ocean was piercing through the cracks in the wooden beams, my drink resting still on the flat rail, my eyes outward over the ocean, watching the storm creep in. Normally I would be able to gaze upward and see a blanket of stars, but not tonight. It is always difficult for me to go right to sleep after making love to her, mostly in part to my active imagination, creative thoughts that flood my mind, provoking an unsettling feeling along with an urge to grab paper and pen.

But on this night, the storm’s winds wouldn’t allow a page to remain in place, so I thought of her, the position I left her in bed, how beautiful her head rested on the pillow, that lingering scent of her perfume, which she strategically placed so well, somehow remained in my nostrils. How long has it been now? Three years? No, almost four since we had first met that day between shelves E-F at the city public library. Her movement captured me, that quick glance she gave me, it awakened me.

As I watch for it to blow in, I look back every once in a while, hoping that she will stir from her sleep and join me here, perhaps sitting in my lap as my arms hold her securely through the worst of it, we’ve been here before and came out just fine. But something was different this time, this time I was looking ahead, envisioning us at another place, somewhat older and our love for each other growing into this most beautiful new species of flowers for the whole world to see and enjoy.

I can sit out here and think about this, these words which for some reason are reluctant to come out, in fear of my feelings being quite different from her’s. But surely this time we’ve lived together, it does mean something real, something more than just existing, we do blend well together. My restlessness which drives me out to our balcony, to face these thoughts which are thoughts I need to learn how to share, these thoughts which have become my burden, due my inability to simply say what’s on my mind.

The lightning is more frequent, it’s thunder not far behind it, the tops of the waves glow as they quickly crashed to shore and there it is, that scent,it’s her’s. Just as I turn to face the sliding door she is but inches from me, her hand rests on my shoulder.

Her, “I rolled over and you were gone, couldn’t sleep?”

Me, ” No, thought I’d sit out and watch it come in.”

Her, “Is it going to be a bad one?”

Me, “No, not enough to worry about.”

Her, “So tell me, what really is keeping you up at night?”

Me, (pause an clears throat)”I’m thinking of you, sit with me please.”

She sits in my lap, my arms hold her securely, I begin to talk, her eyes fixed on my face, she smiles.

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 105

•July 1, 2014 • 2 Comments

So we sat up late last night and watched, no enjoyed the film titled, The Immigrant, starring Marion Cotillard, Joaquin Phoenix and Jeremy Renner. This is a superb story set in the 1920′s and it seem as real as anything could possibly be, the actors were the characters. But this blog entry isn’t a film review, I just wanted to ‘suggest’ you check it out.

I ended up having the day off from my ‘job’ that helps pay the bills, so I worked out and headed to the coffee shop to meet some friends, write and people watch, which is always an interesting part of writing, lol Oh yea, here’s a great quote from the film last night;

“The nightingales’ singing is sweeter in the darkest hour.” From the film, The Immigrant.

Good news, if everything goes well this month, (July) early August we should be able to shoot enough scenes for that promotional trailer for, ‘The Face Painter.’ Please wish us luck. I am hopeful that despite everything I am involved in, we can at least get this part of it done before the initial fundraising for the film project itself.

With the exception of this weekend, I will again disappear for about a week to ten days, with some of that time in Austin, family stuff/business/pleasure.

 

Everyone please have a great fourth of July but be safe, if you drink, please don’t be stubborn, give up those keys.

 

peace tone

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 104

•June 29, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I’ve been busy as I’m sure most of you have. I am about to present some of my writing to my agent and a publisher and hope that they see something that will make them want to ‘invest’ in me. I have been under some stress lately, work, writing and making plans to move as well as the unrelenting Texas heat.

I have been writing a rather long blog for here, something different and once its complete, will post here and would like your input, if you don’t mind. Oh yea, I have decided to get away for a few weeks early fall, just after I move, I’m thinking Japan.

I have a friend who is a flight attendant and her home base is there (Tokyo) and she has ask me on more than one occasion to visit her, so it’s a strong possibility. Okay, how is everyone’s summer going? Are you planning your own escape?

Have a great week and peace to all, Tone

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 103

•June 21, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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I decided to go on-line and look for a quote from anywhere which would apply to just about anyone, well maybe except you over there in that dark corner, yes you. I came across this on twitter, obviously a quote from the Madmen twitter account, which I enjoy immensely.

It was quite suitable, one I admit that applied to me, not so much now, but a few times in my life, especially when I thought that the world evolved around me, other words, when I was much younger and not as wise and experienced in the struggle of growing up.

When I read and reread this quote, I am seeing two major meanings, the first, one of selfishness, the second, acceptance. I’m sure that each of you may read something different or perhaps even the same. Wouldn’t it be nice if the politicians could read this and ‘get it’? Or even perhaps, someone in a relationship that one of them is trying to ‘change’ the other? Or maybe they simply don’t see the person for who they really are, themselves.

I’m not sure who exactly wrote this line for Jon Hamm aka Don Draper or maybe he even wrote this one himself, but its a good one I think. Everyone have a great, safe weekend. peace tone

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 102

•June 19, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski is my favorite book I’ve ever read. It’s impact on the literary world was with an immediate admiration for the authors style as well as a profound appreciation for such a challenging imagination with such complex and original characters.
I admit, its not an easy read which only adds to unwillingness to put the book down and further explore the story within the story, to dive into the treasure of the authors footnotes. Although fiction, I could not help but to believe that the Navidsons Record was genuine and to pray that one day, a feature film would be made.
Remember this name, Johnny Truant, a character who deserving of a place on the big screen with all the endless possibilities the house offers. Give the novel a try, peace tone

The Orphan I Am Chronicles – 101

•June 16, 2014 • Leave a Comment

Got to eat at a Chinese buffet today with two of my three sons. I ate a couple of plates but nowhere like I used to do when I was much younger, I could put it away.

Happy Father’s day to all you dads who actually help raise and support your children!

As the Spurs finish this game to win another NBA Championship, I have some satisfaction that the Heat will not. I am a die-hard Houston Rockets fan and I am hoping that it will be us in this championship game next year, (It can happen) lol. I am somewhat cheering for the Spurs since they are from Texas, I refuse to support ‘an outsider’ against any team from Texas.

I’ve enjoyed these three days off, got a lot done with my writing and have to push that aside for a bit and focus on a place to move to in Austin, as I’ve mentioned before. But word has it that we have maybe two months before we have to all move out, so the bull dozers can demolish what is to build something that will remain half occupied and be a waste of natural resources. But perhaps by some miracle, we will have more time.

I hope that everyone has a great week, I have company flying in on Tuesday and must make the place, presentable, lol.

peace tone

 
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