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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

Finite

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A lovely quote along the same veins of Jack Dawson’s desire to make each day count. Or those posts encouraging moms/dads to savor every moment, even as they are cleaning poop out of the crevasses of a high chair, because one day you’ll miss this/that.

But it can be a rather tall order sometimes can it? To savor. To linger. To extract as much as possible from every moment. Because there are times when you just don’t what to. When the upcoming moments seem so much better than the current. Yes life is finite but life doesn’t always seem to care that it is.

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We spend our moments sitting on stationary planes, cleaning hairballs out of the carpet, or working to deal with an ant problem in the kitchen. (As an Ant-Man fan, I’m trying to be as humane as possible.)

We also sometimes wish for time to pass quickly. The bad day. The bad week. The deployment. The treatment program for a health issue. We look forward to the weekend, Christmas, the vacation, or even something as simple as bed time.

There are countless posts/posters/whatevers imploring humans to savor, to seek the exciting, yet there is lack of recognizing that it’s not always feasible or desired. We get tired, over-whelmed, sick, or just need a break.

Every day can’t be legendary, if they were, no day would be. Boring is what makes the exciting, exciting. Bad is what makes the good, good.

So you do you, to the best of your ability. Sleep late if that makes you happy. Don’t buy the shoes if don’t what to. Lay on the floor, alone with your thoughts, if that’s what you need. Hide from your kids if you’re on the verge of losing your mind.

Remember very moment may not be legendary but every moment is important. The good, the bad, the exciting, the boring. Extra sleep could be just what your body needs. Use alone time to recharge your mommy/daddy powers.

Because those exciting/cherished moments need us at our best, rested and recharged, and that’s just what the boring/throw away moments are for.

Until next time,

The Texan

P.S. You are of course invited to ignore everything you just read and do the complete opposite. You do you, you beautiful little human. I will support you and tell you that you are amazing!

Now please enjoy this picture of Loki for no other reason other than, I love him.

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Summertime!

It has been one week since the last day of school, and writing has become a distant memory.

All day long its questions and snacks and questions about snacks. Hooting and hollering and not given a hoot that they are hollering. Time will tell if I make to the glorious day after Labor Day —

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I’m just kidding its not that bad, but we do seem to be going through much more juice than we do during the school year. And it is strange that it has only been one week, rather than like, three. I have hosted a sleep over, taken the kids to see The Incredibles 2 , made homemade peach sorbet, which my food processor had a rather difficult time with, seen the eye doctor, and watched three Marvel movies at home; Iron Man 3, Thor, and Thor: The Dark World.

Seems like a lot to pack into one week. Good news is my kids are pretty awesome, and they spend their days playing outside and watching the same fifteen episodes of Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Then, I have a cup of tea and Downton Abbey to look forward to every night.

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How amazing is Violet? She’s the best!

And each day gets us one day closer to bidding a fond, or less than fond, farewell to this deployment.

So hang in there fellow moms and humans, who don’t like the heat, whose spouses are deployed, those whose kids are driving them crazy, or those who simply miss the quiet. We got this, and if you need to turn to cake,

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I won’t judge.

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Even if you do get frosting on your face.

Until next time,

The Texan

 

Feedback

Earlier this month, “The Space Between”, a screenplay by yours truly was read and evaluated by industry professional Dave Trottier. And while he didn’t love my script he also didn’t hate it, so my screenwriting career is half full.

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Much of his criticisms were either issues I had kinda noticed myself or things I completely understood, and as I read his eval ideas immediately came to mind. Currently four pages worth of stronger plot points, better dialogue, and a new twist ending. Oh happy, writing…uh…day.

**ponders for a moment**

Yes that can be a thing. Happy writing day!

Said twist earned Mr. Trottier’s approval, thank goodness because I had my concerns. I mean what kind of writer writes a screenplay about a writer who decides in the end that she really doesn’t want to be a writer. Are we allowed to do that?

Although the screenplay I’m currently working on is a movie in which the growing movie business is the main antagonist…

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In short, be a writer/human who graciously accepts feedback, both positive and negative. Use the wisdom of experienced writers/editors/consultants, for it is the very thing that started me down the path to making “The Space Between” a much better story.

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!