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

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!

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.

JAMES

                                 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

2018: The Year of No School Work

Early last year, fed up with doing school work, I decided to speed things up a bit so that I could finish before Christmas and declared 2018 as, the year of no school work. And I succeeded in that goal, graduating in August (with honors) the proud owner of a bachelors degree in history.

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Little did I know then that 2018 would also be the year of hardly no husband. And Murphy’s Law of Deployment (essentially means trouble waits for your husband to be gone) hit us hard this time y’all. Car trouble, frozen pipes, broken microwave, stomach flu, endless snow shoveling, and a broken door latch on my husband’s car. The last one involved me having to drive 5 miles to the VW dealership while pulling on the door so it wouldn’t fly open. This all happened in the last two weeks.

**sigh**

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Thankfully we were able to ring in the new year as a family, and soaked in the joy of being together before facing the pain of being separated. This certainly changed how I viewed the new year, the hopes and the expectations, were quite different from last year. And I thought that I would share them with you, in honor of those whose new years celebration had a dark cloud hanging over it for whatever reason.

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Here we stand in front of a fresh new year, and I am reminded today about how circumstances can effect ones outlook. Today begins a 7 month long deployment/training. A chunk of time where our family will not be together, and everything we do until he gets back will be bittersweet. It is a burden that we must bear as a military family, and honestly no amount of patriotic statements or mentions of military benefits makes it any easier.

So our word for this year is connection. To dig deep and stay connected to each other. To stay connected to family and friends who can help and fill in gaps. To connect with personal improvement. To connect with hopes and dreams, and the powers that be who can, help, make them come true. Connect to what will make us stronger and better when this is all over.

And this years statement is, and that’s okay. When one thinks about hopes for the new year, they can be lofty and ambitious. But once you’re down in the trenches of every day life things change, and that’s okay.

You’ll have days when all you feel doing is watching TV. You’ll get sick on a weekend or holiday. Messes will be made, and mistakes too. You’ll be sad, frustrated, or angry at some point in the next 365 days and that’s okay. It really is.

So this year do whatever you need to that will help you feel better, make you better, help you smile, or help you cry if you need to. Ignore all those pre made “10 steps to a happier you” lists and make your own. Because personal well being is not one size fits all.

So we will strife for connections and if we miss an opportunity to do so here and there, that’s okay. The goal here is remain committed to becoming better humans, the road there may be uncertain but it’s the destination that’s important.

Happy New Year! May you be happy and healthy in 2018. And if you have days when you’re not, just remember, that’s okay.

Until next time,

The Texan

No

So yesterday I received my first unfavorable response to the statement, “I’m going to write screenplays.”

She simply said, “No.”

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No? What’s that supposed to mean?

No, you shouldn’t do that.

No, you can’t do that.

I wouldn’t touch that career with a ten foot pole so, No, I don’t want to hear why.

She said absolutely nothing else just, no. Then she gathered her kids off the bus, and walked away.

And I was like…

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Then I said to myself, I’m going to keep writing those screenplays, they’re going to get made into movies, and it’s going to be…

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**photo credit: knowyourmeme.com**

Now if you’ll excuse me, that screenplay ain’t gonna write itself.

Until next time,

The Texan

 

 

Haters

As some of you may know my beloved Dallas Cowboys got their rear ends handed to them by the Denver Broncos on Sunday. There were some bright moments and a few good plays but, they just could not get a leg up on the pile. It was like the running scene at the beginning of Captain America: The Winter Solider, no matter how hard and fast Sam runs he’s just not going to catch up to Steve. To be fair to my Boys and give the Broncos some credit, those dudes from Denver got some mad skills man; for real.

Earlier today I watched a video that the “Dallas Cowboys Hater Nation”, or something like that, had made basically poking fun at fan reactions during different parts of the game. My brother, who is a Cowboys fan by the way, posted it on Facebook, and it was funny; I laughed. Then at the end there were all these people being nasty, using foul language, and showing all these “anti-Cowboys” pictures. And I thought geez, Dallas Cowboys haters are mean.

The Texan would like interrupt this post to write about the Cowboys.

I just love my Boys y’all, always have. They’ve had/have some great players, Emmitt Smith, Troy Aikman, Demarcus Ware, Jason Witten, and of course my main man…

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Don’t worry fellas the season is young, just keep your heads on straight and ignore all those haters.

This blog post will now resume. 

This of course got me thinking about haters in general. They always manage to fly out of the woodwork whenever the thing or person they don’t like does something wrong or losses. They also spend a good deal of their time and energy on something that they seem to hate with a burning passion; not that it’s bad to dislike certain things, everybody has at least one. For example, I don’t like coconuts, the new car smell, or Tom Brady; and I won’t lie, Eli Manning getting sacked is physical comedy at its finest.

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Hahaha. Oh man, and that face he makes when things aren’t going his way is hysterical. Ahem, ‘cuse me…anyway.

Haters confuse me, mainly because they seem to be always talking about/writing about/making stuff about something or someone that they don’t like. Why?? I mean, I want to think about Tom Brady and the new car smell as little as possible. I think it’s waaaay more fun to devote time and energy to things/people I do like. For example, I like Bucky Barnes, cinnamon, and sunshine. Awe, happy face.

Sadly the truth is, haters are gonna hate. It’s just something they do. So while we are on the subject of haters, I thought that it would be a good time to devise a plan or state of mind for dealing with haters. After all I do hope to be a screenplay writer, and if that does happen, I’m sure that there will be people who don’t like me. Awe, sad face. I decided that my method for dealing with haters will be something like this…

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**A special thank you to whoever made this and put it on Pinterest! You’re awesome!!**

Yep. I’m sure that’ll put those haters back in their place.

Until next time,

The Texan

It Is Time

Well friends the bachelors degree has been earned, time off to relax (and take an epic road trip) has been taken, and the kids are back in school; therefore, quiet time has been regained. It is time to begin the, learn how to become a screen writer, uh…process. It’s time to finish Save the Cat! , and go over notes and a tips from that book and the first screenplay writing book I read simply called, Screenplay. It’s time to get “Cambridge” in proper screenplay format, finish “Brooklyn”, and do my best to perfect both stories. It’s time to make sure that Mae Forester, Evan O’Brady, Samantha York, and Carter Logan are the best they can be. After that of course it will time to discover the best way to get my stories to the “powers that be”, and maybe, just maybe, to a theater near you.

Before I focus on characters that have a future, I thought I would give a last bit of love to one that will never see the light of day; my ideal love interest for Bucky Barnes, a gal I call Rachel Buchanan. I wrote a blog post about her in late June, detailing that she had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D, helping with foreign languages, logistics, and mission planning. After S.H.I.E.L.D fell, she switched to helping the Avengers because of her friendship with Tony Stark (Iron Man). Her father was in the Army, and her grandfather worked for S.H.I.E.L.D as well, and was good friends with Howard Stark. The short scene that I shared included Rachel and Bucky laughing about the fact that he is technically older than her grandfather. Rachel is sweet, brilliant, and understanding; a lovely light to Bucky’s struggles with the darkness of his past. Now I know that Bucky will most likely end up with Natasha, it is, after all, in the comic books, and I’m good with anything that will bring Bucky happiness, and of course make him smile more.

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But as a writer, I can’t help but think of my own spin on something, and well…write it down. I suppose that it is at least valuable writing practice, and helps keep the grey matter in good working order. In the scene that I will share today, Tony expresses his concerns to Rachel after he has noticed that her and Bucky have, as they say in my neck of the woods, “taken a liking to each other”.

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Tony: “Maybe it was a mistake to bring you into all of this.”

Rachel: “Then why did you?”

Tony: “Because you’re good at what you do. And you have a low profile, which is helpful in this line of work. This..(gesturing toward where he last saw Bucky)..is like a weird plot twist.”

Rachel: “Well I didn’t plan on it, if that helps you. I’m not going into this blind. And I’m willing to trust him.”

Tony: “I just. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Rachel: “I know and I appreciate that. You’ve always looked out for me. I remember when I was little I would call you Uncle Tony. (Rachel smiles at Tony, then sadness comes over her face) I remember the pain of losing them. What it did to you, and to my family. My grandfather was never the same after your dad died. Believe me, I understand what he was turned into, but that’s not who he is.”

(Camera shows Bucky standing in the hallway, guilt shows on his face. He turns to walk away.)

Tony: “Are you sure?”

Rachel: (smiles) “I am.”

Tony: (nods) “You know if you ever need anything.”

Rachel: “I know.”

Rachel comes out of the room, sees Bucky in the hallway.

Rachel: “Bucky?” (He doesn’t respond) “Bucky wait…(she catches up to him, touching him on the shoulder) What’s wrong?”

Bucky: “I’m sorry.”

Rachel: “For wha…oh…Did you hear what I said?”

Bucky: “I didn’t know that you knew them. I just…I can’t get away from my past. Not even with you.”

Rachel: “Bucky, I know that’s not who you are. You’re a good man.”

Bucky: “It’s hard for me to believe that.”

Rachel: “I know. (she looks around as if searching for the right words to say) I believe that true goodness is not born out of the absence of bad, but rather to ability to endure the bad, and come out the other side still good. I know that it will take time, but I have faith in you.”

Bucky: “You do?”

Rachel: “Yeah I do. (they smile at each other) Now, I believe a certain gentleman asked me for a date earlier. (Bucky gives her a “you still want to go out with me” look) So where are we going?”

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Even though she will never be a “thing”, I’m proud of Rachel Buchanan, and the little mini story that I created about her and Bucky. I suppose it is important to be proud of any work that one puts out whether it becomes a “thing” or not.

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Until next time,

The Texan