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The Princess and The Pirate King

I wrote this children’s show years ago and it’s actually one of the first plays I ever wrote. The Woodbury Sketch Club Players asked me if they could perform it in March and the director made this logo. I love it! It’s fantastic!

I do cringe to think of what the script is like! Whenever I read over something I did in the beginning (uh — actually, anything I’ve written), I always wish I could change it! But the director and theater group like it, and hopefully, the audience will agree!

Here’s a summary of the show:

In a far away land, the evil Pirate King Corrupt has overthrown the good King Wellborne and Queen Elegant forcing them to flee for their lives. Fearing for their infant daughter’s safety, they smuggle her to their loyal subjects Fabler the Storyteller and his wife, Mocking the Joketeller. Now Princess Noble celebrates her eighteenth birthday and her Fairy Godmother returns. This day is extra special as a prophecy foretells of a champion who will aid Princess Noble in defeating King Corrupt and his henchmen, Shady and Shifty. It will take a great hero to defeat the evil King’s army, his sinister but crazy henchmen, and worse of all, the King’s Hound.

Okay, the names are cool…. 😉

When we first performed this, the title was “The Princess and the Prophesy”, but kids don’t really know what a prophesy is.  It needed a better hook, so I brought up that pirates are in it (although the pirates are actually *gasp* bad guys).  Casey was in the show then; I still remember John bringing her out for her bow.  LOL!  That and how once the kids saw her, they couldn’t care about the rest of us.  ROTFL!

Another group performed it a year or so later.  I remember sitting in the audience and seeing the kids as they watched the show.  Their faces were lit with magic.  To know I gave them that…. wow.


I am my parents’ child.

Okay, I’m less postal this afternoon than I was for the morning’s post.  I had ice cream. 🙂 I showed my family the eulogy that I wrote for my mom, and my sister Terry sent this:

I love the words about the legacy of our father’s temper, our mother’s dramatics and the stubbornness they shared.  We also inherited their intelligence and Mom’s strength – and our blindness to our positives.  We inherited our Dad’s sense of humor – both good and bad.  We inherited Dad’s depression and Mom’s ability to create alternate memories.  We inherited their love of books.  We inherited a basic instinct for family and we stick together despite some real differences among us.  We know how to have fun when we step away from the rest of it.

I wrote back that I also inherited:

  • Daddy’s VOLUME during football games!
  • His love for the holidays and vast amount of Christmas decorations.
  • Mom’s tendency to obsess over something, like an object.  John calls them my “quests” as in, am I going to drag him around trying to find a particular book.
  • And obviously, Mom’s packrat tendencies.

I wish I had gotten my Dad’s metobolism – the man never put on a pound! — and my Mom’s ability to tan.  For a woman who was supposedly English and Medonite descent, she had the ability to stick her arm out the window for 10 minutes and get a bronze tan all over her body. 😉

The Burgermeister killed my muse.

It’s bad enough my muse has deserted me this whole year. It’s so frustrating to want to write and almost writing, but the words won’t come because your muse is looking through the want ads to find a new place to work; or they bet on the Patriots in the Superbowl and has been p’d off ever since.

This is your brain. Brain This is your brain without your muse. Drool This is how impressed my muse is with me.

Then I got 2 reviews this week for my fanfic novel, The Race of Cain. The first is from an another amateur writer whose review is so impressively written, I can’t imagine what her stories are like. And it picked up my spirits so much to read things such as:

I must admit I was reluctant to open the story – not because of anything specific, I just prefer a different genre. This time, however, I couldn’t resist for some reason and now I’m happy, I did read it. I won’t impose by any sort of praise, I do not feel I’m the right person to make rulings. I can only say this, when I read novels like that, I cannot help but feel dreadfully inferior. Not because of the language, though it is undeniably nice to read something written with such high technical quality. Not because of the plot, though numerous words can be said about its ingenuity. But because of the uncanny way of getting under my skin when I read this. I mean I do not even like this genre-era, yet I feel unable to go away, until I’ve finished to the very last word. It is a rare and most valuable gift to get people so transfixed, especially when they do not want to be. The tiny psychological details are very plausible and catchy. Saavik-Valeris conversation is incredibly well done, top spot, in my opinion. Anyway, I can see you loved writing it. It’s only fair people loved reading it.

No wonder I was blown away, right? Anyone would be. Then I got the other review. It had less to say, but what it did say was equally powerful or even more because it was a professional writer with a number of successful books. She called it: “a good story”, “extremely strong”, and a novel that deserves to be on the shelves in every bookstore. Even the warning about the near impossible odds of actually getting printed didn’t bring me down. I already knew the odds, especially for the one genre that had a regime change in the last couple of years that gives no publishing contract unless they came up with the story and you’re already in their stable of writers.  The days when I was sure you’d see my book or books in print are long gone. But to be told by a real writer that I had what it takes…. priceless.

It got my muse’s attention. All the creative juices came back and I had all these ideas for my 2 rough novels. There’s a lot of garbage writing out there that has too many fans when it shouldn’t see the light of day; that gets really discouraging. Add to it an industry that says they’ll never print me…. but these reviews made my spirit think, they may never print me….


Then along came the one who shall be called The Burgermeister because I don’t know who reads this blog, so I’m doing some CYA just in case. BG who was having a bad day, decided to take the snit fit out on me and made my life miserable. And this after I did the Burgermeister a few favors! It was frustrating and p’d me off all over again! And my muse is deciding to leave again, take the vicious road with the Burgermeister, or take the high road.

I’m leaning towards the vicious path. The Godfather

While I beg my muse to please stay and speak to me.


Well, I did and didn’t do NaNoWriMo this year. I wrote more than 50K words, but it was for my fanfiction sci-fi novel, The Race of Cain. Since it’s based on an established universe and not all original, I didn’t submit it to the contest.

So I’m disappointed that I let myself get backed up with that. I had hoped to finish Cain by Nov 1st and then work on my original novel, The Heroic Era. But Oct plain sucked and in November, I was so sick and then the surgery. I feel like I shouldn’t have let that stop me (other than the surgery), especially since some of that time was spent playing with the vacation blog.

Still, I am so thrilled that Cain is done! I am going to add an epilogue to it, and after some time away from it, tackle it fresh and clean it up. I might offer it as a paperback book style fanzine! It’s taught me so much to write something this large (34 chapters, approx 200,000 words) and I’m proud of it – for a fanfic work. But it was my off and on project for too long; I was determined to finish it.

So I feel like I did win my NaNoWriMo; I certainly wrote a lot this month and hit the word goal. I had the previous chapters done (1 – 22) and fanfic, so I don’t have the certificate, but I got the feeling of accomplishment!

Panic attack!

I set a goal for myself back in the summer.  I would finish the fan novel I have been writing off and on for five years by Thanksgiving.

I have four chapters left to do and Thanksgiving is 3 days away!

I was doing really well for awhile; I’d get a chapter done every week.  Then we had such a bad late summer and fall that I couldn’t get my head together.  Even so, I had no idea that I got nothing done in October until I checked the dates.   Just like I didn’t realize how long I had put this thing aside until someone asked.  Five years!  That made me determine to get it done.  Fans of it were certainly thrilled and that spurred me on so much.

I have 2 of the 4 chapters done in rough draft, another one in notes, but the final one will be all made up because I can’t find my notes.

It’s my own goal, nothing will happen if I don’t do it, except that I will know that I failed.  And I really would like to go to Thanksgiving knowing I did this accomplishment.

So.  Panic attack!

Wow! You slay me!

A local high school contacted me a couple of months ago about doing one of my murder mysteries called “Murder Overbooked”.  John and I went to see it last night.


Not only did they announce that I was there, but everyone in the cast signed a poster for me with such great messages as “This is one of the best parts I’ve ever played!”.  Then, they gave me a t-shirt with an original logo featuring characters from the show and they signed their characters’ names on the back!

I couldn’t believe it.  No one’s done something like that for me before when they’ve done one of my shows.  I was so touched.  A few of the cast even came up to me at the end, so nervous about meeting me!

What a great night.

Carpal tunnel syndrome, here I come!

Yep, I signed up for NaNoWriMo again!  What the heck, why not tackle writing another novel on top of the writing projects I already have!  But I had a huge sense of accomplishment by writing that book and this time, I hope to have something I can seriously consider polishing for publication.  At least, someday.