One of my poems, #NewspaperPeople #Nanowrimo2021 #Memoir

I posted these poems over at my old Blog, Valentine Bonnaire – these were written on Red Rose Way in 1981, by me as a very young college student at UCSB https://valentinebonnaire.com/2016/09/05/trois-poemes-dune-rose-shattered-1981-where-i-laid-me-down-to-sleep-for-novel/

So now I am going to read one of them and turn it into a podcast.

During the month of November I will be reading the others as well.

Thanks for listening,

much love from

Adrienne

#2

this is the hardest poem I ever had to write

rosa1:july

“you used to give me roses”

you used to give me roses

one perfect rose

like a perfect life

and I looking at that perfect life

I had to tear it apart

expose the center

past each perfect veined petal

past the subtle gradation of

softest color

peach rose white cream magenta scarlet lavendar

or the deepest red which fades to black

when I in my foolishness tried preserving

the moment and the scent

other times you brought a handful

claiming, “these are the last ones in my garden”

but you’ve always had a year round supply

how can I make you cry?

should I tell you I was a rose

when that doctor came in with the smile on his lips

I want to show you the center

of a perfect life the center of the rose

if you’ll let me ramble

past all these tangled petals dropping

like bombs on our conversations

each petal must be a moment

no one ever played he loves me, he loves me not

with a rose except me

you gave me roses

and you gave me one perfect rose once

like a perfect life

and I looking at that perfect life

I had to tear it apart

expose the center

expose my own heart in the process

that rosebud & my heart

so much the same, so much the same in fact

that when he

came into that room with that smile on his lips

and pulled apart the petals to find other petals

and more petals and more

past veined velvet

past each subtle gradation of

softest color

peach rose white cream magenta scarlet lavender

or the deepest red which fades to black

when I in my foolishness tried preserving

my own heart

and all the petals

that I’ve saved all the roses

can’t ever replace that one perfect rose I held for a moment

inside me.

*AUTHOR NOTE

THE INCITING INCIDENT IN THE NOVEL IS ABOUT THIS. SO, 1981 TO 2021

It has taken me this long to be able to write it in first, and today to read what I wrote 40 years ago out loud.

Memoir #NewspaperPeople *notes, NaNoWrImo2021 using First Person POV

So yesterday, and for the last few days, I have been writing vignettes over in Facebook on my page. So grateful to NaNoWriMo, like you would not even believe it so this is who I am in there:

So, I am also so grateful for WordPress right now. The main two things I use are Facebook and WordPress. For writers, WordPress is the most amazing thing ever invented. Because it’s the blank page!

My first blog was under a nom de plume I had, from 2007,and I wanted to create a place, so that is Valentine Bonnaire. But in that blog I wrote all kinds of things including Depth Psychology things, and they are still there because, some of that stuff may be turned into books. So, man do I love WordPress and I never fail to say it. This novel is going to be written here in WordPress, so it is live.

Thank you Ma.tt, for being such a generous kid, and fantastic grown up.

So yesterday, I tried out the new podcast thing and over in FB I have some of the text as vignettes because we will not start writing until the morning of Nov 1.

I have a new Peter Pauper Press journal. The cover is Klimt’s “The Kiss” one of my faves. I used to have it up on my wall as a young Art History student in the 1980’s. So that looks like this:

So I just made a podcast in Spotify where I talked about writing and I am so gratful to Ma.tt I mean? That’s how a writer who can read poems and stuff. I used to use Soundcloud, but this could not be more fab. Also I FB’d it! Ha!

I will be writing the novel in here, because WordPress makes things sooooooooo easy!

And each day I will read the book as a live thing on the radio.

YAY!

from Adrienne

Writing a new novel #Nanowrimo2021 #Newspaperpeople #preptober

So, premise for the novel is how we survive things. Like that first love that hurt you so much you thought you could never recuperate. For me that was an Art Teacher, and like all dumb girls who are the Muse to a much older married photography teacher, who lies to her, in order to have an affair he needs? This novel is FOR YOU.

Go ahead if you want and befriend me in Facebook if you want. So what I am writing is Second Wave Feminism circa post Roe v Wade years when I was a teen. College = 1979. I had already had a huge big job in Fashion, and the descision to go to college came because I worked at Henshey’s in Santa Monica, as an Assistant Buyer in the Junior Department. All the other girls my age were at UCLA. So, I dropped that Italian briefcase, and those fabulous leather boots, and I got a backpack.

He wasn’t my first relationship. I had had one that lasted three years before.

But he was the one that almost caused me to commit suicide.

So, it is so many moons ago now, I can write it. And in first.

This is for all the kids in their 20’s who feel really sad and lost right now.

So I always listen to music when I write. Writing the novel in First is like stripping off all your skin, it is such a close POV. Funny though, I can laugh.

The novel covers a twenty year period in Santa Barbara.

It’s University years, and getting the BA. It’s growing up. It’s getting a first apartment.

It’s the kind of love affairs we had in the years that were the turbulent 20’s.

Much love from Adrienne,

who is Adrienne Wilson in Nano. I entered Nano in 2009, and wrote Heart of Clouds a children’s book there, and I won! It was huge to me, back then. I was already a published writer, for my short stories that were Literary Erotica, at Cleansheets and ERWA, but to do a novel? So, here we go in the Preptober part!

I am so raring to go, the Muse is with me.

xxoo!

Bella Bralette Crochet

I’ve been crocheting, and it has helped.

Best thing?

Being in Ravelry, where you can find me as Adrienne101.

The Bella is my first design and you can download it free there for a time.

Going to provide support here on my blog for those who might want to make it and thinking about making a place in FB as well.

You can find me at this link, I am going to be doing some pattern design. You can also get the PDF, for the pattern. I’m working with gorgeous yarns from Scheepjes in both the Catona and Stonewashed ranges. The colors are so stunning, and making it up has been a dream, on a 3mm. It’s very lacy and charming. My first mock-up was in berry shades and the second is called “Aegean” so you can see how it works up.

Find the yarns here…

Wishing you some beauty,

Adrienne

SCREENPLAY Heart of Clouds – Devlin Mirror scene/adaptation

HEART OF CLOUDS

by Adrienne D. Wilson

copyright 2009 by Adrienne D. Wilson, all rights reserved

Screenplay by Adrienne D. Wilson

copyright 2020 WordPress.com all rights reserved

for Walter Halsey Davis

of the Santa Barbara Writers Conference

INT. BATHROOM Mirror, DEVLIN in Golden Light, AFTERNOON

Devlin has carried Teenie’s note home in his pocket. He opens it to find her handwritten note, a tiny heart surrounded with clouds. The words, “Who are you?” are written in a girlish hand. Devlin

Heart of Clouds – SCREENPLAY adaptation DEVLIN/Gulls/Plastic

HEART OF CLOUDS

by Adrienne D. Wilson

copyright 2009 by Adrienne D. Wilson, all rights reserved

Screenplay by Adrienne D. Wilson

copyright 2020 WordPress.com all rights reserved

for Walter Halsey Davis

of the Santa Barbara Writers Conference

CONT.

from a little trailer I made as Valentine Bonnaire in 2012 in youtube…..

EXT. DRIFTWOOD HUT. Bright SUN, MORNING

DEVLIN is squatting on a sand due (Padaro Lane location) DUNES watching as TEENIE leaves the HUT.

DEVLIN

(whispers)

I wonder what she did in there

Devlin walks casually toward the hut, playing the harmonica Grandpa Jess gave him. A gull, flying. Devlin spots a dead gull on the beach, plastic wrapped around it’s neck. It’s dead. He begins to bury it.

DEVLIN

(tears)

Too much plastic in the sea, it’s not good for you

A gull perches on top of the driftwood hut, flapping its wings. Devlin enters the hut and sees what Teenie left for him, under three stacked stones.

INT. GRANPDA JESS HOUSE. AFTERNOON, golden light. DEVLIN (at bathroom mirror)

HEART OF CLOUDS – novel to screenplay adaptation Mr. Honeygarten/Teenie apples

red apples

HEART OF CLOUDS

by Adrienne D. Wilson

copyright 2009 by Adrienne D. Wilson, all rights reserved

Screenplay by Adrienne D. Wilson

copyright 2020 WordPress.com all rights reserved

for Walter Halsey Davis

of the Santa Barbara Writers Conference

CONT.

EXT. DRIFTWOOD HUT. BEACH MORNING PEARLED LIGHT

Teenie leaves Devlin a note, under three beach stones, she has walked beach, dreamlike, to gather them. Close in on her drawing him a heart surrounded by clouds, with “Who are you?” then a seal’s head pops up from the waves as she walks away, smiling.

EXT. MR. HONEYGARTEN’S HOUSE. BRIGHT SUN, DAY

Teenie parks her bike by the old fence. MELLOMAN his dog is so happy to see her, clowns at fence, wagging and jumping. Birdsounds, Bluejay with peanut, landing.

TEENIE

Mr. Honeygarten are you there?

HONEYGARTEN

Just a minute, dear, let me get my staff. Well, hello Teenie dear how very nice to see you again

TEENIE

Mr. Honeygarten, I was wondering if I might be able to have some of those apples on your trees. I want to make a pie

Mr. Honeygarten smiles dearly at Teenie and begins to pick some flowers for her. Close in on his aged face, smiling eyes and warm smile, as Teenie pets Melloman.

HONEYGARTEN

You do? I see. Well suppose you help me pick them, and of course you can. I seem to have plenty to spare this year.

TEENIE

I want to share it with you Mr. Honeygarten

HONEYGARTEN

Oh my, I haven’t had an apple pie for a very long time

TEENIE

Neither have I, not since Dad left

HONEYGARTEN

You must miss him very much Teenie

TEENIE

I do. Every single day.

HONEYGARTEN

(old hips aching, puzzles)

Well let me see, we’ll need a basket and the ladder. How about if you go around to the garden shed and collect those for us and I’ll meet you by the trees.

Melloman and Teenie meander through English garden style flowers to the old shed, Honeygarten limps with staff toward the trees- lilting music, uplift close in on her hands picking apples, while he watches, Mellowman by his side

MONTAGE FLASHBACK – ESTABLISHING

Close in on a FOR SALE sign, Teenie’s parents working for a newspaper, bustling business – The Village Crier. Teenie’s parents at work, secretary and reporter. Out of business signs along streets. Teenie’s old house FOR SALE SIGN. Teenie in beautiful bedroom, packing, overhears her parents

INT. NIGHT, TEENIE’S BEDROOM

JAX

They closed it, everything. Lock, stock and barrel.

CHRISTINA

What are we going to do?

EXT. BEACH – DRIFTWOOD HUT – SUNNY, BRIGHT DAY

ELECTION 2020 Biden vs Trump

the history of Biden and the history of Trump

Watching now.

https://www.pbs.org/

Do NOT MISS THIS.

Thank GOD for PBS

Election 2020, AMERICA

BETTER THAN CRONKITE. BLESS YOU PBS.

BLESS YOU FOR THIS.

RIVETING JOURNALISM. THE REAL DEAL.

BIDEN the plagiarist, is enough for this scholar.

PIECE OF SHIT, but most politicians are.

KENNEDY WAS THE LAST DEMOCRAT FOR ME. DECENCY OF MY CHILDHOOD, holding my mother’s hand, in PASADENA.

MARTIN LUTHER KING. I have a dream.

Also my childhood.

NIXON and Watergate?

ALSO MY CHILDHOOD.

Target marketing the Presidency, MY ADULTHOOD

MONICA LEWINSKY

#metoo in COLLEGE

To understand what a crapfest politicians have been since KENNEDY?

Understand my generation of WOMEN.

THESE ARE THE MEN.

UNDERSTAND THE HORROR.

GENERATION EASY RIDER

AND THEY DID. BOTH POLITICAL PARTIES.

STUDIO 54. PATRIARCHY.

FU DAVID AXELROD you fucking phony.

FU Nancy Pelosi, I am sorry I voted you in.

FU Newsom, the forest floors ARE YOUR FAULT, and the governors before you. You rested on your laurels and have done nothing.

Male Democrats are the most useless men that ever existed.

The stenchfest of lying Republican men ARE NO BETTER.

UNDERSTAND YOURSELVES by revisiting history.

The best man will win, but you are so flawed in women’s eyes you have no idea.

Harris fucked her way to the top.

So did Melania.

YOU DID THIS.

You killed your children.

Get ready to see yourselves, in a screenplay. You will.

My only problem is finding a man with enough balls to make the film.

I plan to show you in my next screenplay.

Watch this second, I may have a part for one of these actors, like say Bette first.

We don’t have racisim along the coasts. We are not homophobes people were “Out” since the 1970s, are you kidding me?

WATCH:

Coastal Elites, Bette was fab, first up.

https://www.hbo.com/specials/coastal-elites

Hold on for it.

Find out about Tara Reade and Biden. I expected what I heard and got from Trump. He is every man I have ever KNOWN. Not kidding.

My best friend and I in about 1977. You will find out about what happened to us.