I've been living with this guy in my head for four years now. I know it sounds crazy, but ask any author. Voices of our characters speak to us. And in my case, they don't leave me alone until the story is told.
Jameson Kendrick popped into my head four years ago, whispering bits and pieces of his space adventures. He built a whole universe in there...one of luxury space cruisers sailing around the galaxy. And goodness, he started out as a complete reprobate, but somehow managed to turn himself into a shining hero.
But now, he's gone.
I finished writing his story last week. Book Five in his series didn't get written without a fight. I knew the end was coming, and I wanted to hold on as long as I could. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. And Jameson was able to go out on a gloriously high note, happy ending and all.
My consolation came in formatting a bundled volume of his stories as well as a companion book with notes on the series. With those now published and available, I have to put Star Sailors to bed and pick up a new project.
I'm grateful for the time I spent with Jameson. He taught me a lot about compassion and mercy, justice and salvation, leadership and humility. He's a good guy. I hope you'll pick up his stories. They are fun to read! I can't wait to go back and enjoy them from a distance. I imagine it will be like seeing an old friend across a busy street--much love in your heart for that person, but only enough time for a quick wave.
So long, James. Thanks for choosing me to relate your stories. I'm glad we were able to reach a satisfying conclusion. May the rest of your adventures be less troublesome, and may you live out your days in peace. And if any other stories come to mind, you know where to find me...
Tomorrow is my birthday. It's not an exciting milestone year. There's no big surprise party or celebration planned. It's just another day to most people. But as the day approaches, I always remain hopeful that something wonderful will come.
Then I remind myself to be realistic.
My least favorite question is, "What do you want for your birthday?"
How do you answer that without sounding selfish? "Um...how much do you want to spend?" Yeah, that's not awkward...
What I want can't be bought.
The shallow part of me wants a movie deal. To see my characters on the big screen and watch their stories come to life for all to see. To live their moments off the page, fully immersed in a sleek vision with an amazing soundtrack/score.
But I know that's just a pipe dream. A silly fantasy. And deep down, I probably don't want that. I'd hate to give creative control to someone else.
What I really want doesn't cost anything, though.
What I really want is for someone to know me well enough to already know the answer to that initial question. For someone to invest the time reading my books and talking about my worlds and characters with me. For me not to be an obligation or another gift to check off some list.
I also want a million memories with my kids. To know that I have given them a solid foundation that will serve them well in their lives. To see them grow in a relationship with their Heavenly Father. To bestow upon them enough confidence, laughter, love, and light to carry them through their days. While some believe those are gifts I'd be giving my kids, they really are gifts to me. And I treasure them so.
My hope this year is tempered with reticence. Maybe even a bit of sorrow. 2020 has been a crapshoot--heavy on the crap. Last year was so different. I was different. I had a goal. Something to look forward to. A purpose. This year...feels lost. I'm trying to enjoy this season, but I really just can't wait for the year to be over. To move on.
That's a pretty sad place to be on your birthday.
But I'll get over it. I always do. I guess we'll see what tomorrow brings. And if it's blah, I'll dive into the cheesecake I made for myself and leap into one of my stories for a quick escape.
In my previous post, I mentioned writing a series of poems to make my friend Rodger laugh. Today, my family held a mini-memorial service for him. It seemed only right to read a few of the poems. And they were such fun, I wanted to share. The rhythms are off with some lines, but they were intended for nothing more than to be silly.
I miss you, Good King Rodger. And I love you. Be at peace, my friend.
The Kingdom of Dyss Nee
Far in the land of Dyss Nee,
Ruled a king so just and true.
Rodger was the name of this king.
He always wore navy blue.
His people were known as technicians.
They followed his keen fashion sense,
Wearing shirts and pants or shorts,
In that blue that was very intense.
Now Rodger loved electronics,
Lighting, sound, and the like.
His technicians were trained with such skills
As focusing lights or placing a mic.
Throughout the castle and the halls,
Up and down the floors,
Cables, cords, wires, and gel
And oh, there was so much more.
The Great Dining Room
That was used for feasts
Was filled to the ceiling
With drapes, folded and creased.
The courtyard so green
Was strewn with fixtures
To light it brilliantly
For Princess Ashley’s mixers.
Across the meadow,
Reaching to a spire,
A giant idol of Mickey Mouse
Was hung upon a wire.
For Christmas was approaching
And then New Year’s Eve.
All must be in readiness,
King Rodger’s big pet peeve.
While the technicians were hard at work
King Rodger could be seen
Cutting gel and fixing things
Painted red when they should be green.
Rodger never complained,
For he loved his people so.
And they loved him, too,
From his head to his tippy-toe.
They all worked together
In peace and harmony.
Technicians are so happy
Here in the land of Dyss Nee.
The Lovely Princess Ashley
The Lovely Princess Ashley was not born in Dyss Nee.
She came from a land that had no sea.
She lived atop a hill snowy white,
She could touch the sun if she flew a kite.
Her mother and father were both very dear,
But for some reason, which was not quite clear,
She wanted to go out into the world
And meet the barons, princes, and earls.
She left her home, Coll Orrado by name,
And discovered a tutor of unbelievable fame.
The man known as Asu, a great intelligence,
Would teach Princess Ashley and give her confidence.
For now she could speak about many things,
Not just castles and dragons and faraway kings.
She could enter a room with style and grace,
But she didn’t seem happy anyplace.
Asu lived in the vast, dry beyond,
Arri Zohn, of which the Princess was quite fond.
But she knew she couldn’t stay.
Her heart had been led astray.
She could learn no more from her teacher.
He just couldn’t seem to be able to reach her.
He suggested the change, maybe a career,
So off she went, into the wild frontier.
A friend told her of a land,
Of happiness, sunshine, and beach sand.
This is how she learned of Dyss Nee!
With all her heart, she wanted to go see.
She crossed the desert, far and wide.
She finally arrived tired and bleary-eyed.
She reached the castle gate
And knocked, waiting for her fate.
The doors flew open and she stepped in,
But she couldn’t hear anything over the din!
A jolly party was being held,
One that was unparalleled.
She’d heard that the people of this land
Enjoyed a soiree great and grand.
Before she knew it, she was caught in a dance,
Whirling and twirling, here and there a glance.
She finally stopped, dizzy, in the middle of the room.
Surrounded by guests, dressed in costume.
She looked about, blushing, becoming aware
Of her torn dress and matted hair.
“I have been travelling, I come from afar.
I must apologize for looking bizarre.
I’ll leave you now. Thanks for the bread.”
Princess Ashley whispered, bowing her head.
A merry laugh filled the space.
To match the laugh, a merry face
Appeared through the crowd and stepped forward.
“My dear, don’t say another word.
You are my guest, I welcome you here.
I’d like you to stay and share in the cheer.
Let’s get some fresh clothing and a place to tidy up.
Then come back downstairs and join in a cup!”
The king was so gentle, sweet and sincere.
Princess Ashley was amazed and to her eye came a tear.
“Kind sir, I thank you. What is your name?”
“They call me King Rodger, one and the same!”
Princess Ashley just smiled, full of relief.
She’d found a friend in this great chief.
With a curtsey, she said to him,
“King Rodger, I’m honored and filled to the brim.
I am Princess Ashley, new to this land.
I hope that you can lend me a hand.
I came in search of something great,
Perhaps you can accommodate.”
King Rodger listened with a thoughtful ear.
He understood why the Princess was here.
She was searching for adventure, excitement, and love.
He hoped his kingdom could provide thereof.
He sent the Princess, along with his maid,
Up to the guest quarters, on a clothing crusade.
For over an hour, Ashley prodded and primped,
At last, she descended, clean and hair crimped.
The gown she had picked was flowing and fair,
A burgundy color, that matched her hair.
She swept down the stairs and into the hall.
Everyone watched as she passed them all.
She went right to the throne and fell to her knees.
King Rodger just chuckled, took her hand, and said, “Please!
You are a Princess, and a guest at that.
I ask you to join me. Now let’s sit and chat.”
As the party went on, the two of them talked.
They sat and stood and danced and walked.
He showed her around the castle so bright.
They came back to the Hall at the end of the night.
“King Rodger, I thank you. You’ve been a great friend.
I’ll never forget this, even in the end.
Now, I suppose I must say good-bye.
I’ll miss you and think of you when I cry.”
“You silly girl, you cannot leave.
You’ve made my court like you on this fine eve.
I need you here, to help me rule.
Doesn’t that sound pretty cool?”
“I’m hip to your jive, Daddy man!
I’d like to stay, since I can
I’ll help you rule your kingdom so fine
Now let us dance and have some wine!”
And so it was settled, Princess Ashley would remain
She was there to keep King Rodger sane.
And since that night so long ago,
The kingdom’s been great and never low!
A smile can be seen on every face.
The banners are made from ribbon and lace.
Rodger’s installed another throne.
And the kingdom knows they’ll never again be alone!
I found out today...quite by accident...that a good friend of mine passed away. I say good friend, but as I think about it, I didn't know that much about him. But our hearts were connected, and that's all that really matters. I scoured the web for an obituary--anything that might have memorialized him--but I couldn't find anything. So I'm going to memorialize him here. Because he was a good man. A GREAT man. And he deserves some tribute.
I don't even remember how I met Rodger. We worked together at Disneyland. He was a union technician in the Entertainment department while I was a young just-out-of-college stage manager. I believe he was my tech on a little show I managed at the time--Aladdin and Jasmine's StoryTale Adventure.
While working that show, another tech flirted with me. Being young (and stupid), I blindly pursued a relationship with that guy. Rodger was there to pick me up when things went south. He talked me through my feelings and supported me in every way.
I loved making Rodger laugh. He had the best laugh! I wrote a series of Dr. Seuss-esque poems about people we worked with. I'd visit him on his shift in the workshop and read the poems aloud. His approval came in bouts of raucous laughter. Those were some great moments.
He took me out once. We saw Star Trek: Insurrection. He gave me a ride to the airport for a trip home--we saw the Hershey Kissmobile on the freeway. He watched my car for me. Before I left Disneyland, he gave me a walk-through tour of the Haunted Mansion as my goodbye gift.
Rodger and I kept in touch with emails and texts. How precious those are today. He would send me pictures of various installations he worked on--Halloween and Christmas, in particular. And I still have all the poems I wrote for him. I called him Good King Rodger, and he called me The Lovely Princess Ashley. We didn't communicate often, but when we did, our words were full of encouragement and love. I could always count on him.
In 2015, I got to take my family to Disneyland. We visited with Rodger in California Adventure as he worked on the Mad T Party. I'm so glad my husband and kids got to meet this man who meant so much to me.
Oh, Rodger, how I wish I could give back to you all the love you gave.
I don't know the circumstances surrounding his passing. I hope it was peaceful. I hope he found rest. And I hope he knows how dearly I love him. GKR, I look forward to the day when I see you again. I know you'll be there. I can't wait to hug you and thank you for getting me through some pretty rough times. You will never be forgotten, my sweet king. Be at peace, dear one.
The coronavirus quarantine hit all of us hard in many different ways. In my world, I lost two theatrical productions I was part of. That may seem trivial, but being of the creative bent, it jarred me. I love my performing community and sharing my heart on stage.
But creativity will have its way. And imagination cannot be quarantined.
I released Book Three of Star Sailors at the end of April. With extra time on my hands, I was able to dive into revising and get that one done. But Jameson, my lead character, kept nudging me to write Book Four.
So I did.
I started writing at the beginning of May, as soon as Book Three was finished. And I'm proud to announce Book Four is available on Amazon today. Everything just flowed and worked. It's a great story with some wild twists. You can get your copy by clicking here.
And I'm excited to get cranking on Book Five...the last installment of Jameson Kendrick's great space adventures!
When I was in middle school, my mom got into oil painting. While she created masterpieces, my dad would chill on the couch, and they would watch Bob Ross on PBS. (I think my dad mostly slept, but still...)
I've been working on one of my books lately. Admittedly, it's been a while since I've written much. I had other priorities. Quarantine and vacation days freed up some time. So I pulled out the last manuscript I had written with the intent of revising, and it struck me how very much writing is like painting.
At least for me.
I'm sure there are Michelangelos out there who can write the Sistine Chapel in one setting.
While this particular story is mostly finished, I still had some changes to make and layers to add. It's like having some basic shapes on a canvas and going in to pull out depth, dimension, perspective, and detail. I'm finding some "happy little trees" moments and a couple of "oops" splatters that--with the sweep a few bristles--turn into glorious brushstrokes of genius.
Bob Ross would be proud.
I hate the words pandemic and crisis. I've been hearing them way too often. I had to pick up a few supplies at a store this afternoon, and an announcement came overhead... "Be sure to practice safe social distancing." I felt like I was in some weird dystopian movie.
Felt like... FEEL like.
This whole situation has bothered me from Day One. As an author, my brain runs through all the various permutations of what could happen, beyond the everyday craziness that is already happening.
I've watched 12 Monkeys too many times.
Also as an author, I appreciate escape. It's a lovely thing. That's one reason I chose theatre as a career. One reason I write. We all need a bit of escape at times.
So I'm doing what little I can to help. I'm offering my books for a limited time totally free. This week, Once Upon a Heist is up for grabs on Kindle. If you don't have a Kindle, you can download the app on any smartphone.
Once Upon a Heist is completely silly. It's a mashup of beloved fairy tale characters--Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Little Red Ridinghood, Rapunzel, and Beauty (and the Beast)--with crazy twists to each story. It's fun and totally appropriate for families. My kids love it!
I hope you're able to partake of my meek and humble offering. And I hope it helps you laugh and enjoy life outside of "pandemic" talk for a little while.
Click here to go to the Amazon page for download: tinyurl.com/freeheist
This evening, I thought about some things I've learned in my theatrical career. From stage management to performance, I've encountered a lot of unique circumstances. But overall, there are some things that seem to be woven through every production and every cast. These lessons are the things I hope to pass on to my kids...not just regarding stage work, but life in general...
As we approach a brand new year, I'm feeling pretty happy. This is the first time I'm going into January, not hating myself and cringing every time I see or hear a weight loss commercial. I'm still amazed at the difference I see. It all feels so new, even though I've been on this journey for a while now.
I went shopping this weekend, and found myself browsing the plus size section. I had to tell myself I no longer need those sizes. I have so many more options available now. It's weird and wonderful! My self-image still lingers in a bigger world, so I have to consciously make myself move on to smaller pastures.
I never thought I'd be here. I had surrendered to the idea of being heavy all my life. I'm thankful and proud. And I will never look back.
My best friend is trying to lighten my not-so-happy show-closing mood by getting me to write a bit. She's sweet that way, and I adore her. The prompt was:
You have to use at least 100 words and then text back. It must start with:
“There are two kinds of people in the world, _______&________.”
And this was my reply:
There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who remember, and those who don’t. Those who don’t keep living their lives, going through the day-to-day toil our society has gotten used to. They get up every morning, go to work, come home, sleep, and do it all over again the next day, living for the two days off they get each week. And by the time those days roll around, they are so shot, they sit in front of mind-numbing screens and do nothing except complain about how time got away from them.
But those who remember linger a bit. They know how things used to be. Before. When the world was calmer. Quieter. They are watchful. They see what’s happening around them and yearn for something else. Something more. They yearn for the stars because that is where the secrets are kept. High above us, twinkling with amusement. The stars know.
I thought I'd post it here. To remember...
Hers was far more lighthearted, creative, and fun. Because that's who she is! Posted with permission, of course...the lovely Bethanie Gellerman...
There are two kinds of people in the world, me and me.
No, there aren’t.
Yes, there are.
Because everyone else, I believe; are cyborgs. Or perhaps chimpanzees. I don’t know because I haven’t met everyone.
And you’re not likely to as long as we are battling for space in the same head.
I did not ask for your opinion.
And yet you cannot escape it￼￼￼￼.
Shut up while I write this. As I was saying, I am unique in all the world.
And so am I!￼
Oh, very well. What shall we do tonight?
Well we seem to be off to a roaring start talking to ourself.
Ugh. I can’t even get multiple personalities right. ￼so many crazies have legions of souls in their heads and all I get is you.
I know right? It’s like the lottery. Like Christmas.
Or the Hunger Games.
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