My Saturday


I came to California to pitch my writing ideas and scripts to two producers and an agent. I was quite worried about choking. I made handouts for each of these professionals as a crutch. I couldn’t get them printed because my hotel the Sheraton in Pasadena didn’t have a business center. Friday I planned to go to FedEx Kinkos but got stuck in traffic for an hour more than  I planned and was just exhausted so that got postponed. Saturday I sought out a FedEx, but got lost. I figured I could find a FedEx by the site easily. Talk about wishful thinking. So I didn’t have my crutches.

The pitching event was held at a church near the Hollywood sign.

For some reason, I wasn’t that nervous. I spent a few minutes in the Green Room for the writers. Then I spoke with a representative of Parables TV, an organization I hadn’t heard of. I found the VP I talked with very personable so there was no nervousness. I’d decided to proceed as if I was telling a friend about the stories. I made sure I put some enthusiasm in my voice without sounding like a fake.

My meetings went one after another. My next meeting went equally well, I think. At least I felt like I was talking with an old friend. My next meeting went smoothly. In all cases, I was asked to send more writing.

So my view of the pitching might be wrong. My bar was low since all I cared about was to complete the pitches without getting overly nervous. It’s a long shot, but I do hope something good comes of this.


Poem of the Week


Ring Out , Wild Bells

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

Ring out the want, the care the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.


~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

A Christmas Prayer for Lonely Folks

I was looking around in The Gutenberg Project, and found this public domain prayer on Christmas.


Lord God of the solitary,

Look upon me in my loneliness.

Since I may not keep this Christmas in the home,

Send it into my heart.

Let not my sins cloud me in,

But shine through them with forgiveness in the face of the child


Put me in loving remembrance of the lowly lodging in the stable of


The sorrows of the blessed Mary, the poverty and exile of the

Prince of Peace.


For His sake, give me a cheerful courage to endure my lot,

And an inward comfort to sweeten it.

Purge my heart from hard and bitter thoughts.

Let no shadow of forgetting come between me and friends far away:

Bless them in their Christmas mirth:

Hedge me in with faithfulness,

That I may not grow unworthy to meet them again.


Give me good work to do,

That I may forget myself and find peace in doing it for Thee.

Though I am poor, send me to carry some gift to those who are


Some cheer to those who are more lonely.

Grant me the joy to do a kindness to one of Thy little ones:

Light my Christmas candle at the gladness of an innocent and

grateful heart.


Strange is the path where Thou leadest me:

Let me not doubt Thy wisdom, nor lose Thy hand.

Make me sure that Eternal Love is revealed in Jesus, Thy dear Son,

To save us from sin and solitude and death.

Teach me that I am not alone,

But that many hearts, all round the world,

Join with me through the silence, while I pray in His name:


Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name._

Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven._

Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we

forgive our debtors._

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil:_

For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever.


NaNoWriMo: I’m In

Screen Shot 2017-11-01 at 10.39.23 PMI almost forgot that I signed up for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). So I’ve decided to write a novel in a month. I’m sticking with my plan to adapt a screenplay I’ve written, which is a girls’ adventure story.

Today after my library class I remembered I meant to sign up. So I had to hurry to get my words done. I got 1700 or so, which is a good start.

What I wrote today was all new. I’mm too tired to elaborate, but watch this space for more updates.

Who else is joining the challenge?

Fingers Crossed

I finally mailed off my American Downton Abbey script and series treatment. After lots of printing problems, it’s been entered in a script contest and sent to a producer who’s agreed to read it.

Now to wait and keep researching so I can write episode 2.

It’s takes a miracle for even a professional screenwriter to get something considered never mind on the air, so any prayers or crossed fingers are welcomed.

Come On

I followed my orders. I reminded the assistant that she needed to get our return tickets today. I did this first thing. She then replied to my email. Then we called her at 2:30 after the rest time to check on the status. Well, she wouldn’t be going till after 4pm.

What? She’s Chinese and knows that these tickets are hard to come by. She knows that we might be stuck in Henan.

She said it was too early to get the tickets. Hardly. And she knows it and we know she’s making this up to save face. Round and round we go as is the custom in the Middle Kingdom. Mind you we could have gotten our own tickets at 10am since we finished for the day then, but the assistant had offered. Yes, offered twice.

We quickly phoned a student to see if she could get the tickets as we were now downtown and didn’t have money with us. The student went into action. However, at the ticket agency she learned that all the tickets for Saturday are sold out. How about Sunday, you ask?

Sorry those tickets won’t go on sale till tomorrow. That’s the national “system.” Ugh!

We’re on pins and needles, though I’m feeling a bit better as a Texan expat tipped me off on the best way to fly to Jinan if we need to. We don’t have to go via Beijing or Shanghai. Zhengzhou is close to Luoyang and they have flights to Jinan.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope

Hoping this house is blessed, Thailand

Spirit houses are in front of Buddhist Thai homes. Each morning, they’re filled with sacrificial fruit and flowers as an expression of hope (in part).

Tie your wishes here, Kyoto, Japan

At Japanese shrines you can get a fortune and tie it up.

Guangzhou, China

What new marriage doesn’t start with hope?
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