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Winter is here

Last month my family and I moved to Upstate New York, because my husband’s job, and at the present are experiencing our first Northeast winter. To make things more interesting, we’re are living in a region that experiences “lake effect” snow. This happens early in the winter when air flowing over the lake, in this case Lake Ontario, is colder than the water. Which in short makes it snow a great deal. On top of that, we are far enough North where it can get crazy cold, like below zero cold. We can also pick up Canadian radio stations, and the “energy saver” sticker on our new washing machine, included the Canadian version. Which that’s cool, and…stuff…I don’t know.

Now I know that there are people that deal with this kind of stuff every year, they’re used to it, and that’s awesome for them. I, however, am from Texas, and a winter of this magnitude sounds, well unsettling. The fact that will be experiencing this kind of weather first hand, and also expected to function on a daily basis is, to me, about as sad and scary as watching Bucky be the Winter Solider. Especially when I am reminded that we have lived in this house for less than a month, and this is our third snow storm. Hmm..yeah.

So like many people, I use humor and sarcasm as a defense mechanism, when faced with something unpleasant. Hence the purpose of this blog, to share my thoughts and experiences while living through our first New York winter. The good, the bad, the fun and the unpleasant, because this winter will certainly have a lot of “firsts”.

For example:

My husband and I have had to shovel snow for first time in our lives.

Our kids are wearing snow pants to school, never before have we had to buy them that garment.

Well I can say for certain that it will at least be memorable winter.

Until next time,

The Texan

Infinity War

**SPOILER ALERT, SPOILER ALERT!!**

So I saw Infinity War on Monday. I’ve been looking forward to that movie for months, and I was so super jazzed about it that I even bought a special t-shirt to wear to the movie. Never have I ever been that excited about a movie.

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I mean, how could one not be?

My funny bone was tickled, my senses taken for a ride by way of epic action, and my heart was ripped out of my chest; and then stepped on, twice. There’s nothing quite like being heartbroken yet satisfied.  Am I right?

It is difficult to put my feelings about Infinity War into words, so I thought I would share them in pictures.

–When I was prepared for Iron Man or Captain America to die, then I watched something much worse play out.

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— Dear Marvel,

First, give me back my Bucky! Second, how dare you hurt Spiderman! Third, what the heck dude?!

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— My feelings about what happened to Bucky are the same as Dorothy’s feelings on what happened to Glen Miller.

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— In a nutshell…

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The movie was still amazing, and I’m seeing it again on Saturday! It just hurts so good.

Until next time,

The Texan

Every Outcome

Well it’s gone.

Sealed in an envelope.

My screenplay, “The Space Between”, is out of my hands. It should arrive at Dave Trottier’s house on Friday, and at some point in the next month an industry professional will read my work. He will know I exist. Oh boy…

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Quite frankly I am scared of every outcome. And because I have Leslie Knope tendencies I have thought of every conceivable outcome; seriously every single one.

From the serious; this grand experiment will be just a colossal waste of money, and go nowhere. To the silly; when I meet Sebastian Stan I will forget how to say hello in Romanian. I looked it up just for him, and I’m gonna forget. (BTW it’s buna.)

My husband is my Ben Wyatt, the rational one, who brings in logic and encouragement designed to save me from myself. Which is what he did yesterday from his deployed location as I rattled off, with great speed, every outcome that had come to mind.

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Yes I was nauseous while I drove to the post office, and as I stood in line. Yes I did not actually speak to the lady behind the counter just nodded and shook my head; but I have dispensed of the question, what if?

Because in a few weeks I will no longer wonder, but know. And I will be one step closer to living my dream.

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Maybe.

Until next time,

The Texan

It’s You

I apologize in advance for the brevity of this post, but my dog and cat have a date with the vet; and yes they are super excited.

Okay maybe not.

However my time crunch is for sure a good thing because I could drone on and on about today’s subject, doubt. Doubt and I have met before and I am quite certain that many of you are familiar with it as well. Doubt is nasty little booger, arguably worse than fear. And we all know that fear, is a punk.

The other day I introduced my kids to this guy.

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Buster Keaton, a brilliant comedian, epic stuntman, and innovative independent film maker. His life was full of ups and downs. He hit bottom, but rose up, surprising many people, possibly including himself. After learning more about him, I thought hey that might make a good movie.

Then I thought the same thing I thought when I started writing “Fred and Ethel”.

That can’t be a good idea, because if it was someone else would have done it already.

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Sound familiar?

Doubt is easy, quite possibly the easiest human emotion. It seems that we jump at every opportunity to sell ourselves short. Then stories don’t get written, companies don’t get formed, and ground breaking discoveries go undiscovered.

The truth is, it’s you. You are the one, who can write the stories that no one else has thought to write. Discover the things that no one else has thought to discover. And create the company/product that no one else has thought to create.

All this potential awesomeness is just waiting for the right one. You.

Go write, create, and discover. The world is waiting for you to stop doubting yourself.

Until next time,

The Texan

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33 and 3

Today I begin my 33rd trip around the sun, my 33rd year of life. 32 was good to me, I graduated from college, went to Niagara Falls, finished 2 screenplays, reconnected with an old friend, and improved my physical fitness.

Not mention countless laughs and good times with my amazing family, who encourage and inspire me every single day.

Today I have also started writing my 3rd screenplay under the working title of “Fred and Ethel”.

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Then I thought wow, three 3s. So I looked up the meaning of the number 3. And found that the number is connected to inspiration, creativity, art, growth, talent, and being brave.

I definitely need to work that last one, but I’m inspired now more than ever to do so.

Here’s to being 33. To the future, and all the opportunities that this year will bring. To writing from the heart, to being brave, and to becoming more and more comfortable in my own skin.

Until next time,

The Texan

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On a side note, did y’all see Bucky’s cover?!

Love. It!

Just A Little Human

I remember when we moved to my hometown of La Grange, Texas. I was in the second grade, and during my first day at Hermes Elementary I was treated like a celebrity. Everyone wanted to talk to me, and help me, and let me use their crayons. Kids who were new to the school in later grades received no such treatment.

My daughter is getting to the age where going to school and being around other kids is getting to be more dramatic. And at times that can result in heartbreak of varying severity.

There’s a boy in her class that will talk to all of the girls except her. She’s not girly enough. She doesn’t act like everyone else. She doesn’t know enough about makeup. (I was taken back by this one because, what 9 year old does know anything about makeup.) She having trouble connecting with the girls in her dance class. Kids who are two-faced. Kids who steal away her friends. Kids who think that a little girl shouldn’t love Darth Vader.

She is struggling to find her place, find her voice, and find her significance.

And I wonder how am I supposed to help her with her struggles, if I struggle with the same things? Feeling alone in the world, feeling voiceless, not to mention friendless. I also know that I am not alone in feeling that way. I read the other day that an actor, my favorite actor I might add, harbors feelings of self doubt, worries that nobody cares about him, and sometimes feels alone in the world.

The negative point of view could be well, if someone like that harbors those kinds of feelings what chance do I have in overcoming those same thoughts.

Or you could say Sebastian Stan is a brilliant actor, a beautiful person inside and out, and adored the world over, but he’s also “just a little human”. And if I can see all the positive things he has going for him that should put those feelings to rest. Then I can see all positive things going for me too, and in turn encourage my daughter to focus on her positive.

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We all struggle, but we are also all capable of overcoming those struggles. Yes there needs to more people who stand out from the crowd regardless of what anyone thinks. More people who are kind. More love. More compassion. And more people who recognize that we are all on the same boat. And that we are more the same than we are different. Some positive change will do this world a great deal of good.

And I plan to start with the beautifully broken human that I see in the mirror everyday.

Will you join me?

Until next time,

The Texan

 

Good vs. Bad

First the good. I purchased a new printer so I could finally print my screenplays, and yes it is empowering to hold ones work in their hands. They’re both printed and bound per industry standards, and they look quite official. It’s pretty awesome.

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Now the bad. Just hours after I started writing/typing my third screenplay “The Rainbow”, I had a little accident. I stabbed myself in the left hand with a knife. Yes it hurt. Yes I’m okay. Thankfully it healed nicely and now 10 days later it’s nothing more than a scar. However, I did lose my grip strength and the ability to type for several days.

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Back to good news. I have an idea for a forth screenplay. I have spent the last several days researching vaudeville, the 1920s, and watching every episode of I Love Lucy, picking up each little tidbit so I can construct an accurate backstory. Yep I intend to tell greatest “how we met” story ever told.

The story of Fred and Ethel Mertz.

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I look forward to putting this story together, it should be really fun.

Until next time,

The Texan

P.S. Marvel posted some pictures and videos for their 10th anniversary, and there was a new Infinity War trailer during the Super Bowl. All of which included Bucky. And what can I say…

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And then they didn’t print…

Just when I thought that things were finally finished breaking, I discovered the other day that our old printer may not have bought the farm, but it’s certainly in escrow.

I’m trying not read too much into it, because this was discovered when I tried to print out my screenplays. I even had a blog post formulated in my head about how empowering it is to physically hold your screenplay in your hands. And then they didn’t print…

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I won’t lie the thought did cross my mind, ya know the “good Lord it’s a sign”, thought. Then rational me chimes in and is like, all it’s a sign of is that you in possession of the first printer ever made and, you should probably get a new one.

So that’s fun. Hooray for printer shopping!

This morning an idea for scene came to mind. A quick flash pretty much right when I woke up. I don’t think it will fit in “The Rainbow”, which is my next project that I plan to start writing here in the next couple of weeks. I have no idea who these people are, what they’re doing, or what brought them to this conversation.

It may not even become a part of anything, but the clarity of the thought warranted writing it down so, I did. Here is a scene from a screenplay I may never write.

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JAMES

                                   Would you just shut up and let me kiss you.

EVERLY

                                  What?

He shrugged his shoulders, and smiled while shaking his head.

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                                 Am I wrong?

She looked at him, then off to the side. She looked back, tears starting to form in her eyes.

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                              Everly look, I know that this kinda out of

                              right field but I —

She walked up to him, reached up and touched the side of his face with her hand.

EVERLY

                             Shut up.

They smile at each other, and share a kiss that is somewhat awkward at first but becomes more natural. They pull back and touch foreheads.

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                           And it’s out of left field weirdo.

JAMES

                          You know how I feel about left field.

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In other news, it’s less than 100 days until Infinity War comes out!! Can. Not. Wait!

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Until next time,

The Texan