I've been blogging at WP since 2007 as Valentine Bonnaire, but that was a nom de plume. I'm a writer. June is Santa Barbara Writers Conference. You can find me here and in Facebook. That was an old gravatar from my WP blog Valentine Bonnaire - and this is my new one. Really loving the new version of WordPress as Premium. Learning this one first before I move to the Business version. Nice to meet you! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/adrienne.d.wilson
A simple pine coffin, with flowers. DEVLIN and his FATHER standing near it, his arm is around the boy, who stands in silence. Mute. Close in on father’s face, we see the streaks of tears. His father is a big city architect, now he is lost at the death of his wife. Devlin is to be sent to his grandparents in California. GRANDPA JESS and GRANDMA.
INT. DAY. AIRPLANE DEVLIN’S FLIGHT
DEVLIN is taking a plane alone. We see him in profile at a window seat, as the land moves away underneath him, giving way to the land below as it recedes, until clouds.
EXT. BEACH – DEVLIN – DRIFTWOOD HUT
Devlin has found an abalone shell to leave for Teenie, He scoops some sand at the rear of the structure and carefully places her little orgami bird inside it. Late afternoon in golden light.
EXT. VILLAGE – TEENIE – MR. HONEYGARTEN’S HOUSE (establishing)
Teenie walks home, and passes MR. HONEYGARTEN’S (90) old Victorian house, with a tangle of brambles and old roses along the picket fence. All his apple trees are laden with fruit, sound of birdsongs, in golden afternoon light.
INT. TEENIE’S HOUSE – LIVING ROOM
Teenie enters the grey light atmosphere, her mother Christina has not moved from the couch, TV droning on with the news. She wants to try and cheer her mother up.
Mom, remember that pie I made one time?
Can I make another one someday?
MR. HONEYGARTEN’S garden has all kinds of apples, Mom. Maybe I could help him pick some?
Okay, but you be careful if you go up on the ladder
I could ask him Mom, tomorrow. We could share the pie with him.
My character TEENIE in Heart of Clouds – this is a twinned hero journey, of Boy and Girl – you will see how she emerges as strong, and so does he. One of the things I wrote about was climate change, in terms of the ice melting. That is what THE WAVE is. So, the children such as Greta all over the world need to see HOPE. They absorb from the adults around them. The feelings and so forth. So on we go. I may put that page thing to take a donation, just not sure how. I am posting the images that are the actual pages in my book as I do the rewrite. So, I show the mother as antagonist. She was my hardest character to write, but, we will soon see her. Like all people, we face things in life, not just in childhood, but all our lives, as we look back across our lives we can see how we coped, this gives us empathy for others.
Your feedback as comments right here in my blog means everything to me. That you also would understand these characters, and the themes.
Copyright WordPress September 2020 by Adrienne Wilson, all rights reserved.
SCENE THREE – INT. MORNING. LIVING ROOM – TEENIE’S HOUSE
In gray light, grey and drab, the living room is quiet. Teenie’s mother CHRISTINA is sitting wrapped in grey light, drab old comforters watching TV. The news drones on about the melting Icecaps at the North and South poles, we close in on the footage. Close up to her mothers face, expressionless, somber. Her father is gone. They do not speak. Teenie silently lets herself out. On the side table by the couch are pill bottles, for depression. A sense of complete hopelessness.
SCENE FOUR – EXT. MORNING. DRIFTWOOD HUT – BEACH
Teenie approaches the Driftwood structure as if it is a marvel. No one is on the beach. She throws herself inside it, finding it has been grace. Close-up on her face, as she watches the sea, then tears.
(sadly watching the sea, whispers)
Maybe I could just live here forever. Maybe whoever built it wouldn’t mind.
Teenie watches the sea and a line of brown pelicans appear. She reaches for the book and pen her father gave her, and begins to draw. Suddenly a heart appears in the sky as a cloud.
(drawing a cloud, shaped like a heart in her book, tears the page out and folds it into an Origami bird, tucks it in the rafters of the driftwood hut)
I love you, Dad
EXT. MORNING BEACH. CLIFFS. DRIFTWOOD HUT
High on a cliff stands a boy 14. DEVLIN UNDERWOOD. He has been watching a girl cry, in the driftwood hut he has been building, close in on his face, puzzling why she is there. He watches as she tucks something in the rafters of his structure, watches as she exits down the beach. Devlin makes for his seahut, to see what she has done. He finds her note and puzzles at the bird shape but doesn’t open it. We see him climbing in and out of tidepools on the hunt to leave something of the sea for her. An abalone shell.
I wouldn’t know where to begin to talk about my happiness with this company, and I have lots of reasons for that. Number one for me is that they make yarns with natural fibres, added.
Yarn has changed a great deal since I was a little girl who could walk into a yarn store and get some. Many of the brands I used to love are gone. They no longer exist, and these yarns are for the European and British markets.
I had seen Janie’s designs a few years ago, and I found them in the youtubes. By accident!
Well let me show you what I have been making. It’s called Fruit Garden CAL!
I am madly in love with this yarn!
I am also madly in love with her designs, and this is where it begins. I had sort of seen these things called CALS in the youtubes, but then I went to the yarn company itself and I saw what Janie had designed. The first thing I saw of hers was Frida’s Flowers. I did not know we could get the sorts of cottons they make over in England and other places. Well, let me show you how I began on Frida. I had the wrong quality in the cotton! Still though, I was a determined American. I rushed out so fast to try and get some cotton yarn you would not believe it. To a big box store, because that is pretty much all we have. Over a two year period, I practiced with it. It takes me a few tries, you know?
Had I known there was a Stylecraft?
Well now I do.
I cannot tell you how much I love the Stylecraft DK “Life” series. I would choose that over anything, right now. The hand on this yarn in a project is superb.
What I love is the Batik series. I am not kidding. Wow.
This yarn has been such an inspiration to me I am going to design things with it.
This is how much I wanted to make Frida’s Flowers the minute I saw it. Frida Khalo!
I love the stunning bright flowers she designed, and it is the spirit of Frida in that design.
So let me show you what I was trying two years ago.
I think I did pretty well, but I didn’t have THE COLORS! Nor did I know there was a yarn kit?
That’s how badly I wanted to make it over a two year period. I’m serious.
Well, guess what?
This was box two from the Stylecraft ranges.
I guess you could say, never use the wrong yarn unless for practice?
I have the right yarn now, from the right company, and the color ranges are superb.
I’m currently testing it, for another CAL, and this is how it works up on a 4mm hook.
This was Herbarium in the Stonewashed colorway – so incredibly gorgeous! We have begun.
Watch this gorgeous video from Scheepjes!
Very exciting because it started today! I bought the kit for Herbarium in the cottons because I knew that Esther would be doing the tutorials in youtube. I love Esther’s Youtube channel and actually I feel that she might have taught me to crochet, by watching. But she also has projects and uses Scheepjes exclusively perhaps. It is gorgeous yarn. I had ordered some of their colors and skeins to try them out and to see the colors.
It was exciting to see the box of cotton colors, wow. This is the book we are to be reading along as well.
This is the first youtube Esther has been kind to make.
I bought many skeins of the Color Crafter yarn, not for this kit but to try it. The colors!
So I went off on my own tangent, a little with this design. I have just come from doing Janie Crow’s Fruit Garden CAL and because of the virus. I had much yarn left over, especially in the Batik ranges and so while the cotton will be my most special blanket, these colors that I got! I also got the little box of swatches, their tiny balls so I could see all the colors as an artist. For me they are like paints, and I have loved to crochet with them. This yarn is going to be a keeper for me for many reasons. So the first rounds I made with two of the Scheepjes colors Alphen and Dordrecht – gorgeous. I put them with some Batik and I am calling that the Oceanology version, as I will be choosing the colorway. It’s gorgeous yarn. I am using a hook that was a Loops and Threads kit hook here in US, a 3.75mm. I have already crocheted the lace version with this, you can see that here:
You are seeing the Alphen and Dordrecht from Scheepjes in the large balls above.
Below you see another two favorites of mine, Teal and Indigo, in the stash I have left over from Janie’s — like most artists we want ALL THE COLORS and with paint we mix them? — I am having so much fun. So thanks to these gorgeous yarn companies from overseas and these CALS, because, sigh, beauty can come from all of this having to stay in.
I was trying out some little sea motifs with the gorgeous yarn in the sampler box, above. I also tried some of their Secret Garden, above.
I have so much yarn now, I feel I have something to work with, for all the color I love.
I am going to do a sea and sky colorway I will choose, and follow the designer with her gorgeous Herbarium. Esther is also doing Herbarium in her tutorials, so I will be back with it, as well as talking about the book. I think they have groups in FB doing it, but I am off FB in the moment. I prefer WP and that is just that.
In Ravelry I am Adrienne101, you can see these pictures in there as well.
As a member of the Santa Barbara Writers Conference, I expected the book to go through traditional channels in publishing, for instance a Literary Agent, but since that did not happen, the rewrite as a screenplay is in the live web. If you are interested, leave me a comment here. The book was just over 50,000 words, and won in NanoWrimo that year. It was a first novel.
The cover is an image of mine, a scene of clouds from Summerland Beach.
HEART OF CLOUDS – SCREENPLAY
by Adrienne D. Wilson
for Walter Halsey Davis
“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
————————— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
LOGLINE: “Love, it’s the only thing that really matters.”
CAST OF CHARACTERS
TEENIE ALEXANDER – a girl of thirteen (seen as a child, then as adult)
DEVLIN UNDERWOOD – a boy of fourteen (seen as a child, then as an adult)
MR. HONEYGARTEN – a very old man, perhaps 90
GRANDPA JESS – Devlin’s Grandfather – perhaps age 70’s
CHRISTINA ALEXANDER (Teenie’s mother) a woman of 40’s
JAX ALEXANDER (Teenie’s father) a man – late 40’s
GRANDMA – Devlin’s Grandmother – perhaps age 70’s
CLAIRE – Mr. Honeygarten’s first love, the love of his life – she is seen as a young girl, and again as a ghost in his old age.
DEVLIN UNDERWOOD’s FATHER – a man 40’s
DEVLIN UNDERWOOD’s MOTHER – a woman 30’s
MELLOMAN – a Golden Retriever (about six years old)
BROWNIE – a Chocolate Lab (puppy)
GENRE – DRAMA – This is a FAMILY FILM, the ratings would be G along that scale. It’s the story of a young boy and girl who meet on a beach one summer, maybe the worst summer of their lives. It’s a story of memory, and the sea, and the very first crush one has, and so it is a story of great innocence, for all ages. It has a happy Hollywood ending.
LOCATION – I wrote the film to be shot in a small village along the Pacific Coast, such as Summerland and Carpinteria, which retain the images of “villages” from another time. They are still old-fashioned enough to be timeless.
OPENING SCENE ONE EXT. BEACH. EARLY MORNING
The camera pans across the vastness of the sea, on a crisp morning, in the clear light of the Pacific, blue skies, shimmering waves. We see TEENIE ALEXANDER (age 13) running away, as if running from home down the empty beach, in glimmering light. A dolphin’s fin emerges, and it leaps – to the sound of classical oceanic sweeping music. Pan to a structure ahead of her, a sea hut made of driftwood like the kind that surfers build along the beaches here. It’s early Autumn, in the magic light along the Pacific. She sees the structure off in the distance and makes for it, In her pocket she carries a small journal embossed with flowers and a Waterman pen, both gifts from her father.
SCENE TWO INTERIOR NIGHT TEENIE’S ROOM (flashback)
Teenie is sitting on her bed trying to block out her parents JAX (40’s) and CHRISTINA (40’s). Their voices are getting louder and louder as another fight over money begins.
Honey can I come in? I have something for you.
(nods her head, as door opens)
(holding embossed journal and pen, her gift, squats down to hand them to his daughter, cups her face)
I have to leave tomorrow, honey. I wanted you to have these.
You have a heart made of clouds, you know that?
(gruffly, hugs her)
Never forget that okay? Never lose that little twinkle in your eye.
Working with this fabulous yarn from Scheepjes has taken my mind way into a land of special beauty.
But I am writing screenplay and I don’t understand why I got this message behind the scenes from WordPress? So I took a screenshot. I could crochet right now, or I could write. I am writing an adaptation of a novel I wrote back in 2009 in Nanowrimo that I worked very hard on. The rewrite to a screenplay is something I want to use my blog for?
I am not clear about Gutenberg?
Is this artificial intelligence?
I have never seen a message like this until the other day.
For writers WordPress is the best thing that was EVER invented. Not kidding.
I bought the premium version so I could write here?
In November I may write a novel here, when Nano starts again. I used my WP blog endlessly as my nom de plume Valentine Bonnaire, but this is the real me. I designed the book cover for Heart of Clouds myself, and the image is a shot of the clouds off Summerland Beach. WP would not allow me to link it from my old blog and I don’t know why!
This is what a screenplay looks like:
EXT. DAY. Summerland Beach
We see a giant thin cloud rolling across the sky, then a close up to a dolphin jumping.
That is what I was about to start writing.
I got this:
I have loved WP since 2007.
So I never mind talking to them right here in my blog.
here is a screenshot of behind the scenes just now:
It doesn’t want me to link to my OWN BOOK COVER. So I will crop it in Preview and try again. You know I love WordPress, because it has been so seamless since 2007. Everything was always easy and that is because of Ma.tt and all the people who work on this out of their hearts. Anyway tries again. What you are going to see is TEXT that I wrote, from a book I wrote in 2009, translated into what a screenplay looks like.
Here is what the book cover looks like.
I just went to check the news and took a screenshot and saw these. Just know I ❤ WordPress.
I also TRUST WORDPRESS more than any other site. I trust two companies. Firefox and WordPress. The others? Nope.
That is a portrait of my self, and my dog Odin. If you want to see the last thing I wrote in my blog Valentine Bonnaire, you can. I adopted him. These are the beaches we walk all the time and this is what SoCal looks like!
That is Summerland beach, the location for my novel Heart of Clouds.
So there you have it, you see?
Now I can retype the whole thing as I write the screenplay, or just photograph each page.
I’m debating putting a donate dealie on my page in here, and just yesterday I read about that? In the WP Reader. Because this is going to be one of the most beautiful books you have ever read, you see?
It will also be one of the most beautiful films EVER MADE.
How to even begin, with the world in this kind of state?
I would not know.
Except for one thing. I am furious with a ghost. It was my screenwriting teacher Walter Halsey Davis from the SB Writer’s Conference who passed away last summer not long after the Conference ended.
They say it isn’t right to speak ill of the dead, except, what he did to me was unfathomable, but not if you understand the kind of shit Hollywood can be made of. From 2006 until 2019 he was my teacher, and I waited. Twice when I was published under my nom de plume I handed him the books, so that he could see I was a published writer, so that he would take me seriously. Then I handed him my children’s book Heart of Clouds, which I wrote (as a Depth Psychologist from Pacifica Graduate Institute) to address core woundings and how to heal them. I was taken with his film “Do You Remember Love” that starred Joanne Woodward who is one of my faves as an actress, especially for her films like Rachel, Rachel and The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man in the Moon Marigolds. Are those links in youtube? They might be.
Never put all your eggs in one basket. That’s something my grandmother used to say, and I did.
The last thing I ever handed him was a copy of my play, Vanilla Suede.
One dirty trick he pulled on me?
At the last night dinner at the Conference the teachers hand out prizes to the writers who have been in the workshops. Well, I handed him the assignment, do a screenplay using cliches. It was a Rom Com, and funny as hell. I thought he actually meant it, as a teacher. I have had many many teachers in my life. He never said ONE WORD to me, about my writing. He never said ONE WORD about my screenplay. He never said ONE WORD about the book to go to film I wrote that was dedicated to him. Here is what he said in class. “Does anyone have something they want to pitch to me?” I was so in awe of him that it took me three years to work up to that.
What a mean, sorry piece of shit he was.
So here is the deal.
The last sentence he ever said to me was “Let’s go to France.” That was by the pool, when I bought him a drink at the Conference and got him a plate of food. “I need red berries,” he said. In two months he would be gone.
I still have a bad taste in my mouth from those berries.
Last summer I asked a priest at the Mission to bless the book, and I handed it to a bookstore owner here, to ask him what he thought. He loved it. He saw it as a film.
So here is what I am going to do. Right here, in WordPress, copyright to me, I am going to rewrite the book as a screenplay. I am finished with writing under noms, forever. The book has themes that are important to children in it. For survival. So you can help me out here if you want because I would love feedback from the global audience that reads WordPress. The kids need a feel good film. They and the audiences need to see HOPE, and I wrote that for them.
“Let it go,” my husband said. “Just let it go.”
He cannot possibly understand the level of hurt Walter inflicted on me. He can’t. Chalk it up to the men in Hollywood being Weinsteinesque.
They aren’t the only men in the world.
I’m still in a bad mood, and we are a summer past last year.
Good thing I have WordPress, huh?
I grew up on the finest films that ever came out of Hollywood. In fact both my uncle Spencer Crilly and my dad Don Brown were both filmmakers. Yeah, they were. You can see pictures of both of them over in FB. Heart of Clouds is a charmer of a story about two kids on a beach, one summer, like the kind of childhood I had, which was sweet and full of good people. I set the place as Summerland, here in California, and so in the book when I refer to “the village” that is the setting for the location.
End scene from the film Rachel, Rachel is here:
Here is the film Effect of Gamma Rays on Man in the Moon Marigolds
(who can go back and even see the notes in my old blog from the years I wrote it, in Nanowrimo)
C.S. Lewis came to me in a dream the last few days of the writing of the novel. It was fab. As I wrote the scenes for the book I had favorite actors in mind for the parts. But there are lots of actors and people in Hollywood who can play them, no? So what I write are called character studies. Those are the kind of classic films about people my generation grew up on.
Who were the actors I had in mind as i wrote the book?
One of them lives here in town. Jeff Bridges. I had the part of Grandpa Jess in mind for him because when I was a little girl, just a teen, I saw one of my favorite films on earth, “The Last Picture Show.” Here it is from youtube:
I have seen nearly every film Jeff Bridges ever made. I wanted to write parts that can win an OSCAR. Walter, my teacher WON THE HUMANITAS PRIZE. It matters. But the really big part in the film goes to the character Mr. Honeygarten, because both these characters are seminal in the story. I was just a kid in High School here in Santa Barbara when I saw The Last Picture Show. I wanted the part of Mr. Honeygarten to go to Robert Duvall. These are two actors that I love, for all the years they have been in film. Both these guys are BELOVED. In fact last night on TCM I watched Duvall in Altman’s MASH. I never saw that as a kid, wow. It was on TV, but what a film. Altman’s “Short Cuts” is one of my all time favorites. So, what the kids are watching in 2020 does not have the innocent beauty of stories like we grew up on, or even films we saw. As kids we grew up on a very different Disney.
I went to school with the Bottoms Boys. In this film. I saw it the year it was made on the big, big screen. What a film. It just so happens I grew up in this town, where SBIFF is. So here is Jeff Bridges a few years ago. Walter should have taken me seriously.
Look what Jeff Bridges is up to!
The character of Grandpa Jess plays a stringed instrument. Check it out!
I just got a box of beautiful yarn. Two, actually. Three, actually.
I have wanted to participate in a CAL since I became aware of them a few years ago, but didn’t think I was talented enough to do the kind of complexity that is required to crochet one of them. The yarn is gorgeous, a cotton string, but it is the colors that are so fantastic.
One thing that makes this one really special is that a writer is being honored for his book and you can see that here, he won the Pulitzer for the book, which takes place in WW2. I picked up my copy at the SB Writer’s Conference a couple of years ago, but didn’t have the time to look.
Your work as a writer spinning off into such glorious directions. I chose Herbarium for my colorway on this. I had wanted to try the yarns from Scheepjes for some time, and now I am.
I got the little artist’s sampler box as well, for their Stonewashed and Riverwashed colors.
Practiced using it.
This design came from Bianca, of Bianca’s Crochet Palace in Youtube. Her “Say it With Flowers” and you can see that here:
If you aren’t writing, use a crochet hook. That is what all of us know as writers.
We leave a yarn, and we stud it with hooks.
The yarn has been amazing to look at, and to work with. Really looking forward to making this one. It starts in a few days, and there are several colorways you can read about at the Scheepjes website. These yarns come from The Netherlands, and so they have them in Europe, but not here.
It’s always important how the writer chose to open and end a book, on a sentence.
Here is the first sentence, and the last sentence.
“At dusk they pour from the sky.” — Anthony Doerr
“Until all she can hear are the sighs of cars and the rumble of trains and the sounds of everyone hurrying through the cold.” — Anthony Doerr
Imagine the Pulitzer, or the Booker. Or the Nobel.
(file under things writers want)
What lies between those two sentences is about to take crocheters all over the world into his book and a design they can craft.