Rachel Buchanan

Last week I wrote about the first character I created, a young aspiring historian named Mae Forester, who finds more than she was expecting while attending Cambridge University over the summer. I look forward to polishing up this character and the story that surrounds her, hopefully being able to share it with the world. I finished reading Screenplay by Sid Field the other day. While I was mildly terrified by the idea that out of 75,000 or so screenplays that get submitted every year only about 450 get made into movies; I also knew that I could not give up. Because as Mr. Field wrote, people break into the movie business all the time. I can’t allow myself to think that it is something that only “other people” do.

This week I thought I would share with you a character that will never see the light of day. I know you may be thinking, now come on don’t say that. Or how do you know that for sure? Well because I do not have the pull that can influence the powers that be at Marvel Studios. Nor can I change the comic book story lines which have been around for decades, and govern the plots of the current movies. And I’m fine that. It’s cool. ‘Cause the thing about being a writer is when you get a idea, its important to write it down, or you’ll lose it. Even the stuff that won’t go beyond your IPad/computer/notepad can still make you smile when you read it, and encourage character creation in the future.

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After watching all 3 Captain America movies, on a long flight from Germany to Texas this past November, I came to absolutely adore Bucky Barnes. He’s such a perfect character, beautifully written, and brilliantly acted by the crazy talented Sebastian Stan. When we first arrived in Upstate New York, I had plenty of free time, and started thinking about the kind of person that I felt Bucky should be with. Sebastian has said in interviews that Bucky is not the Winter Solider anymore nor is he just Bucky Barnes, he is somewhere in between. While he ends up with Natasha in the comic books, and some people feel he should be with Steve. I felt it best that he be with someone who has no connection to either the Winter Solider or before Hydra Bucky. Someone who would know his past and understand that his past is just that. Someone who could help him focus on the future; that’s when Rachel Buchanan came to life.

Her grandfather was a SHIELD agent, and was friends with Howard Stark. Her father was in the Army, and spent some time stationed in Europe which exposed Rachel to history and different languages. She worked for SHIELD as a research assistant, also helped with foreign languages and logistics. After SHIELD fell, Tony Stark asked her to continue her work with the Avengers, due to her skill and her ability to keep a low profile. She has an appreciation for the classics, helps Bucky catch up on historical events, and loves to hear Bucky talk about what New York was like in the 30s and 40s. She first “encounters” Bucky at the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian, a few years before she meets him person. She feels a connection to him, and gets an unshakeable feeling that he is sad, or that something is wrong. When they meet, Bucky must feel the connection as well because he says to her, “This is going to sound crazy but…have we met before?” Below is one of the conversations that they have.

Bucky: “So technically your grandfather is younger than me?”

Rachel: “You were born in 1917, right?”

Bucky: “Yes.”

Rachel: “Only…eighteen years.”

They smile at each other and laugh.

Bucky: “Would you maybe be interested in going out….with me, sometime. I mean, I can understand if you wouldn-“

Rachel: “Yes.”

Bucky: “What would you want to do? Assuming we have time?”

Rachel: “Doesn’t matter.”

They smile at each other.

It’s not much I know, and there is more to the character and the mini story that I wrote, which I can share more of at later date should the interest exist. He’ll probably end up with Natasha, and I’m okay with that, anything that will make Bucky smile more. Because his smile is the world, observe.

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I’m learning that being a writer means, writing. Writing everything, not just the best stuff, or the stuff that will work, or sell, or actually become a reality. First efforts can always be polished, but once an idea is lost, because you never wrote it down, its pretty much gone for good. Besides maybe I can incorporate some of Rachel’s characteristics into a future character. I just need to keep writing. And not give up. Ever.

Until next time,

The Texan

 

 

My Lions

I have discussed fear a little bit on this blog, and on my previous blog as well. By the way, if you’re interested its called “Hope, Faith and Star Wars” and can be found at hopefaithstarwars.com. Fear has always been a big limiting factor for me, I have many fears, and I imagine that I am not alone in that. But eventually one gets to a point in their life when they attempt to find the positive or the good that came from bowing down to fear, as in “how did I benefit from avoiding things that I am afraid of”. If you’re like me, and you too have gotten to that point, you may be struggling to find the aforementioned good.

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Now don’t get me wrong, fear on some levels is good. Fear is a necessary human emotion, because it stops someone from being reckless when they drive or encourages them to be cautious when things look a little dangerous. After all with out fear, the human race would have died out long ago. Fear becomes a bad thing when it crosses into worry, anxiety, or causes the person to give up or hold back. That, my friends, is when fear becomes a big waste of our precious time.

For my final project for my Myth and Ritual class, I analyzed a great story from the Middle East called “The Story of the Prince and the Lions”. The tale is about a prince who in order to prove that he is worthy to be king, has to face a lion; a task that will test his courage. The prince is afraid, so much so, that he decides to run from his destiny and build a new life else where. However, at the first refuge he learns that the surrounding forest is filled with lions and that everyday they attack anyone who is outside the walls of the large estate. So the prince runs again. At the second refuge, he is taken in by a group of Arabs who live out in the desert. A week after his arrival, the prince is asked go to the distant hills, kill a lion, and bring back its skin. This would prove that the prince has courage and would be valuable in a fight should the need arise. Unable to face such a task he runs yet again. At the third refuge, he discovers that the family who has taken him in have a pet lion. This lion is completely harmless, but the prince is so afraid that while listening to the lion walk the halls at night, he breaks into a cold sweat barely able to breath; while hiding in a dark corner. He then comes the realization, that running from his fear has proved impossible because it followed him each time he ran, and would continue to do so. He returns home ready to face his fear, come hell or high water. Much to his surprise, while standing face to face with the lion he discovers that the lion is tame, and even rubs up against his legs like a house cat. When the prince ran from his fear, all he found was more fear, but once he faced it, he got everything he ever wanted and then some. He also found that the task he had been so afraid of, really wasn’t that bad. His motto, which he had put on a sign and hung over the front door of the palace, became “Never run from the lion.”

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This got me thinking about my own lions, the lions from my past, the lions that await me in the future, and ones that I face today. I think that putting something out in the open is a great way to deal with it, to make yourself accountable, and gives you the opportunity to benefit from some else’s wisdom, and encouragement. Today I will share with you some of my fears, with the hope that the act of sharing will encourage you to share your fears with someone, and will allow me to see my own fears in black and white.

  1. To start off a rather silly fear; ferris wheels. This does play into my slight fear of heights, although strangely enough I will ride roller coasters.
  2. Next up an irrational fear, fast moving ceiling fans.
  3. Getting a tattoo. This one is new because I had never considered¬† getting a tattoo until I watched the Captain America movies and discovered the awesomeness that is James Buchanan Barnes. What would I get? Bucky’s red star on my left arm right where his is. Why am I scared? Because tattoos hurt, and I don’t like needles. For real y’all, I endured the pain of childbirth head on (twice), because I was scared of the epidural needle.
  4. Going to New York City. I have always wanted to go to “The Big Apple”, so much history, so many restaurants, and so much of anything and everything. But its so BIG, and I am weary of big things. I won’t go to Hobby Lobby because its so big.
  5. Wasps, I got stung when I was a kid and it hurt like the devil y’all. Actually, this fear is pretty solid, I see no issues with it.
  6. Another irrational fear, creaky second floors or really second floors in general. A rule in our house is, “no running or jumping upstairs, because it makes Mommy nervous”. Connected to this is my slight fear of tall buildings. My husband and I went to Chicago several years ago, and we visited the John Hancock Building. I almost had a panic attack when I saw that the observation deck was on the 94th, 94th!!, floor. I made it up there, but I walked very gingerly and pretty much felt like I was going to throw up for a good ten minutes. But the point is, I’m glad a went, and I suppose that further solidifies my more than slight fear of heights.
  7. This one is the big one, failure. Fear of failure can prevent a person from, taking a risk, taking a chance, following a dream, and can leave them wondering, “what if?”. If I never ride another ferris wheel again, I won’t be sad, but giving into this fear; I can’t allow that to happen.

Do I know what the future holds? No. What will life after college look like? I’m not sure. Will my ideas for movies ever make onto the big screen? I don’t know. Could my awesome trip to NYC be a big fat disaster? It’s possible. Will that stop me? Never.

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Until next time,

The Texan

Whammies

The sun is shining today here in Upstate New York , which is good because it has melted all the icicles and the dirty, crusty snow chunks that were stuck to the car. The car is looking much better than it was yesterday. And all the snow that I didn’t shovel off the driveway is also gone. Thank you sunshine!¬† I’ve been hit with a bit of double whammy this week, husband is out of town for work and I’m not feeling well. To quote Rose Nylund, “If modern science can come up with cinnamon dental floss, why can’t they cure the flu.” Because for real, why can’t they? Oh and the mounds of school work waiting to be completed. I suppose that would be a triple whammy. So do pardon the brevity of this post.

My husband flew out of Syracuse on Sunday, so we thought we would drive down on Saturday for a little mini trip but that got delayed because of this..

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..and this…

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…it was certainly a nice day to have to go somewhere. Because of the aforementioned snow storm, our mini trip to Syracuse was just us eating at an okayish restaurant near the airport and letting the kids pick out what ever they wanted for a treat at the convenience store across the street. Thank you winter for that.

In short, because of whammies…

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Until next time,

The Texan

Let’s Go Play in the Snow!

Hi there! I would have made this post yesterday, but one of our kiddos had to stay home sick from school.  And.. Oh why yes she is feeling better. Thank you for asking! You know that sort of thing happens to her every year, she gets sick right before Christmas and has to miss out on some of the, at school, Christmas fun. I was trying to come up with a nifty word to describe this annual fun. I thought of this one word that I see people use on posts and things they put on Pinterest that has to do with like comic book related things. And since I recently became a fan of Marvel, I see it fairly often. Well to be perfectly honest, which is something I strive for, I recently became a fan of Bucky Barnes. Anyway..the word is canon. I thought, hmm..I should look up the definition for that word. And you may be thinking, wow for a writer her vocabulary stinks. Not that I blame you, you are indeed correct. English is by far my least favorite subject, and has been since the 4th grade.

The definition for canon, by the way is, “a general law, rule, principle, or criterion by which something in judged.” And I thought, wow that sounds awfully serious and official. So I settled on “happenstance”, which is a fancy way, well maybe not fancy, but another way to say coincidence. Anywho..what was I going to write about? Oh right, playing in the snow!

On Saturday the weather was pretty good, the sun had come out earlier in the day and it wasn’t windy, thank goodness. So we figured it would be a good day to enjoy all the snow that had accumulated the backyard in the past few days. So we layered up and headed out!

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Ah, a nice blanket of snow, and a rather thick blanket at that; notice how the bottom bit of the fence is almost covered up.

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It took some digging to find the grass, I had yet to encounter snow coverage this thick. It’s the same height as my glove! I would have used a ruler to show exact depth, but our furniture and things that we shipped from Germany does not arrive until the 27th. I know 2 days after Christmas. Awesome, right?!

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What else can I say?

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On the bright side that kids got to plow through the snow on their knees, made some snow angels, and I made this awesome perfect little snow ball. He’s still sitting out on the fence, don’t expect him to melt anytime soon. That’s nice, I guess.

Since the snow wasn’t good “snowman snow”, my husband had to improvise and make something a little different. So I present to you, for your viewing pleasure, Snowba the Hutt.

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Until next time,

The Texan