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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.

Heart of Clouds – novel adaptation to screenplay MR. HONEYGARTEN

Walter Halsey Davis taught me about sound in film. Let me play this one for you.

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. MORNING

Teenie stands in the bathroom in pajamas, brushing her teeth. It’s as if it is the first time she has really seen herself. Focus on her hair, trying a bun, a ponytail. Lipgloss.

CHRISTINA

(walks by catches her daughter at mirror, being girlish, sternly)

Pretty is as pretty does, Teenie. Don’t be vain.

TEENIE

(in silence looks at her mother’s face)

Close in on Teenie’s hands at her closet, choosing her favorite jeans and sweater, slipping her journal and pen into the pocket. At door, leaving, close in on her face

TEENIE

Bye, Mom. I’ll be back with the apples and then we can do the pie.

EXT. DRIFTWOOD HUT. TEENIE MORNING BEACH, PEARLED LIGHT

Teenie rides her bike through the village on the way down to the beach to get back to the driftwood hut.

INT. DRIFTWOOD HUT. BEACH, PEARLED LIGHT

Teenie falls to knees at the sight of her origami bird in the shell, looks around quizzically to see if someone else is there, suddenly she sees Devlin standing on the top of the dunes. Wind ruffles in his sandy blond hair. He bolts, she realizes he left the shell for her.

TEENIE

(softly)

He must have done this. He must have left this here for me.

Heart of Clouds – adaptation – novel to screenplay Grandpa Jess

HEART OF CLOUDS

novel copyright 2009 Adrienne D. Wilson all rights reserved

Screenplay copyright 2020 WordPress by Adrienne D. Wilson all rights reserved

INT. GRANDPA AND GRANDMA JESS KITCHEN. EARLY EVENING, GOLDEN LIGHT

The kitchen, in the old brown shingled Craftsman exudes a glow. The warmth and beauty of GRANDPA JESS (70’s) and GRANDMA JESS (70’s) beams like light rays. They are an old fashioned California couple who grew up together and married early, in the 1960’s. The kitchen walls are hung with old cast iron pans and copper cooking pots, there is whimsy, and homey charm, houseplants. Dinnertime, and Grandma is cooking, Devlin’s favorite meal, in simple style. Though they are both worried for the boy, they don’t show it. He is enfolded in their loving arms. They are his father’s parents.

GRANDPA JESS

(lounging on a comfy overstuffed sofa, inhaling the scents of the dinner, as his wife cooks, he watches her, smiling eyes)

What did you do today son?

DEVLIN

Worked on the hut

GRANDPA JESS

How’s it coming along?

DEVLIN

Almost done

GRANDPA JESS

Your father called, he wondered how you were getting along

DEVLIN

Tell him I’m fine

GRANDPA JESS

Are you Devlin?

Devlin busies himself helping his grandmother set the table, and tasting the baked beans and cornbread.

DEVLIN

I miss my mom

GRANDPA JESS

I know you do, son

Grandpa Jess reaches behind the sofa and pulls out an old ukulele he had hidden, starts to strum, then hands it to Devlin

DEVLIN

You played this?

GRANDPA JESS

(eyes twinkling)

I think that’s how I won your grandmother’s heart. That or my old harmonica.

GRANDMA JESS

(rich sounds of her warm laughter fill the room)

I really don’t think you need to give that boy any ideas, Jess

DEVLIN

(practices playing both instruments, smiles)

GRANDMA JESS

(pulls out a special cake made just for Devlin)

Practice makes perfect, and we all know that – the two of you ought to come have supper now.

DEVLIN

Sighs, smiling as he looks at the cake

GRANDMA JESS

No reason every day can’t be a celebration, Devlin

Heart of Clouds – adaptation – my novel to screenplay

HEART OF CLOUDS

by Adrienne D. Wilson

copyright WordPress 2020 – all rights reserved.

EXT. DAY. FUNERAL DEVLIN’S MOTHER (establishing)

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.

TEENIE

Mom, remember that pie I made one time?

CHRISTINA

(wanly)

I do

TEENIE

Can I make another one someday?

CHRISTINA

Sure honey

TEENIE

MR. HONEYGARTEN’S garden has all kinds of apples, Mom. Maybe I could help him pick some?

CHRISTINA

Okay, but you be careful if you go up on the ladder

TEENIE

I could ask him Mom, tomorrow. We could share the pie with him.

CHRISTINA

(her eyes have never left TV screen)

No, Teenie. I don’t feel like having anyone over.

TEENIE

But…

Heart of Clouds – my book to screenplay adaptation

Hi, I think I got a phone call yesterday, but the message was garbled saying they sent me an email. I get so many emails I would not know where to look? Omg. It is fine for you to leave a contact by leaving a comment on my blog if you want. That way I can find you. So I have been following the press on this: https://www.scmp.com/week-asia/opinion/article/3101740/disneys-mulan-tells-women-if-they-know-their-place-they-can-have

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.

The first two scenes are here: https://adriennedwilson.com/2020/09/14/adaptation-novel-to-screenplay-my-heart-of-clouds/

CHAPTER ONE – DRIFTWOOD (establishing)

HEART OF CLOUDS

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 FOUREXT. 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.

TEENIE

(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.

TEENIE

(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.

YARN REVIEWS – Stylecraft UK

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.

Here is the link to their website, because I want to talk about this incredible designer they have, Janie Crow! So first Stylecraft https://www.stylecraft-yarns.co.uk/ and then Janie! https://www.janiecrow.com/

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.

xxoo!

from Adrienne

Adaptation, novel to screenplay my book Heart of Clouds

Copyright WordPress, September 2020 by Adrienne D. Wilson, all rights reserved

Heart of Clouds was written during NanoWrimo 2009 and first published there under my nom de plume VB-Demoiselle.

I self published my book through PressBooks https://heartofclouds.pressbooks.com/ April 24, 2012

It is available at Kobo, here, if you would like to read the original draft https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/heart-of-clouds-1

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

DOGS

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.

FADE IN

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.

SUDDEN KNOCK

JAX

(Speaking softly)

Honey can I come in? I have something for you.

TEENIE

(nods her head, as door opens)

Dad…

JAX

(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.

(PAUSE, then)

You have a heart made of clouds, you know that?

TEENIE

I do?

JAX

(gruffly, hugs her)

Never forget that okay? Never lose that little twinkle in your eye.

Great yarn!

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.

xxoo!

Adrienne

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.

Hugs.

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.

Hugs.

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 is.

It will also be one of the most beautiful films EVER MADE.

xxoo!

from the WRITER

Adrienne Wilson

The summer of our discontent

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

xxoo!

from Adrienne

(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!

Scheepjes CAL 2020

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.

Imagine.

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.

How lovely that is.

xxoo!

Adrienne

Labor Day 2020 – American

Where to begin?

I have much to say about work in America, and the very most to say about American Newspapers, like say the one I spent 20 years working for. You will never guess who owned it, and this won’t be genre by a long shot for me.

I seem to have many people from China reading my blog. Well since you don’t like what Disney did with Mulan perhaps you might like my Heart of Clouds better. Personally I grew up on the original Walt Disney and all the great films that came out of Hollywood at that time, saw when Disney had built the original Disneyland here in California.

So Nanowrimo is on the horizon once again and it helps to have deadlines, like we used to in the newspaper industry. I’ll just give you a sneak peak about what it’s been like in American companies, no? In this little shorty I wrote once called Human Resources. It’s at my old blog, and I can’t believe I wrote that back in 2009. I did. https://valentinebonnaire.com/2009/03/09/human-resources-a-short-story/

That is where I will begin the book, and we’ll just go from there. What it will be about is how women were treated by corporations here in America, in the years 1981 to 2001. Many of the characters you are about to meet have died, so when you see them as characters, they will be UNIVERSAL as writers like myself grew up on the finest Literary writers there are.

Do universal people share universal traits?

Oh hell, yes.

You know it.

Anyway, I’m sick of the selfish greedy bastard who owns the multibillionaire “outlet” that sells books so I didn’t put my Heart of Clouds anyplace near him. NOPE. You can buy a copy of it here and learn something of American life for yourselves.

$3.99 in American dollars is 6.84 in your yuan. That seems right.

Did I tell you that one of my bosses sold the printing press we had to China in the late 80’s?

He did.

It seems to me we all saw Tianamen Square on TV in those years.

Here is your easily translatable Wikipedia on all that: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1989_Tiananmen_Square_protests

Let’s see if China is willing to read an American book. I need to work on the screenplay but it is too hot here right now, so hot we can’t even think. So here you are: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/heart-of-clouds-adrienne-wilson/1118229068?ean=2940148168928

In the meantime, I just bought some fab yarn from Scheepjes, which is made over in your country. At least it has cotton in it, and the colors are gorgeous.

I let you sample some of my short stories for free, but I should like to sell my kid’s book. It’s going to bring TONS of hope to the children of the world, it really will.

Going to make something really gorgeous with that yarn. This! https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/dhistoire-naturelle-scheepjes-cal-2020

xxoo!

Adrienne

(this is actually a test to see if I will get paid for my book).

Fruit Garden CAL!

Progress!

I am ready to do the stripey border, very soon now….

So in the months I haven’t been writing, I started to crochet.

I am loving the Stylecraft yarns, and I know I am going to love Sheepjes as well. Yarn on the way, gorgeous things to create.

The complexity of this pattern is so gorgeous and since I joined Ravelry I have found all my fave designers. In a lockdown of misery what else can we do?

It’s been sheer hell on earth, and boring as hell, but there is YARN, and where there is fab yarn there is beauty! Here you can see what the edging is all about. This blanket is so gorgeous. So I am a bit nervous about the edging, but have a great teacher, in the designer!

xxoo!

from Adrienne

Heart of Clouds, Summerland magic

The unexpected magic yesterday of being down on Summerland beach. The last time I was there was at this time last year, after Walter Davis, my screenwriting teacher at the SB Writers Conference passed. Two writers who were important to me passed last year, he and Kate Braverman.

The last thing Walter ever said to me, was, “Let’s go to France.”

I spent a great deal of time last year at the end of summer on the beach there, with the driftwood structures, as those are a main theme in the book I have written for children. Well guess what? I met the artist on those, and is there ever a fantastic one there now.

Funny how life works, the passage of one year. The Conference wasn’t on this year because of the Covid.

I feel better in Summerland.

So Odin and I went, after a whole year almost, at Sunset. Today I am taking the book down to them, to see what they think of the themes. It is great to meet people like that, in such a sacred, sacred place to me. Most of my location shots last year were down in that area all the way to Loon point.

It was written to go to film and in scenes. I may just write that right here in WordPress, like I did the play before the Conference last year. I took a short story and simply converted it over into a play. From Walter I learned to write character studies, as that is what he did, and my book was an answer piece to his film “Do You Remember Love.”

Well, I know those guys I met on the beach are going to love it, because it is the local childhood I wrote that exists here. My heart went into that book, and all my training as a therapist, as well. The thing is Walter didn’t even care. Well? I may put that book for sale right here in WordPress I am so angry that he couldn’t even bother to get back to me. My opinion of Hollywood isn’t that great. Anyway, my best year at the Conference was a few years ago when I got to meet Janet Fitch who studied with Kate Braverman. Her “White Oleander” went to film and is one of the classics.

There is more to life than crochet, perhaps. Or anger. Seeing that driftwood structure made my day yesterday, it really did. I shot the cover for the book right off the beach there.

I said, “You can design Devlin’s hut. My god look what you have built here.”

I asked him if he did the ones last year and he had.

How incredible is that?

xxoo!

On the crochet front I am working on something called the Fruit Garden CAL that reminds me of Brideshead Revisited, a series I loved very much once, back in college years. The character of Sebastian and his Teddy. I love Waugh and other English writers. Always have. CS Lewis came to me in a dream that last few pages of my book.

All the pix of what I saw on the beach last year are over in FB and I’m not. I’m giving it a wide berth. The other day an old friend called and said the rumor on FB was that I was dead. Not yet.

Here is some crochet. I have not done things like this since I was 13 with my best friend, not kidding. I had to work in corporate hell, and maybe the next book will be about the newspaper years and what it was like for women on the job. Today is going to be fun.

If this isn’t the most gorgeous design what is?

Janie Crow’s Fruit Garden CAL in Ravelry and Youtube

I didn’t have one of her kits, with her colors, drat.

I am going to finish this, yep.

I plan to.

Hope all of you are well. This virus thing is so hard on us. To be at the empty beach yesterday was fabulous, and Odin my dog loves that beach.

Today, again.

Seeing people who will love the book.

Yarn and memoir

So the fantastic first package of yarn arrived yesterday, bursting with Stylecraft and the Janie Crow colors to make her design for The Fruit Garden CAL. I joined Ravelry a few days ago, am Adrienne101 there. It amazes me that all the designers from around the world that I had been looking at in Youtube are in there. Crocheting sort of saved me during the last two years. I’m not sure how that worked exactly, but it did.

Anyway, it had been years and years and years since I picked up any yarn or thread to do anything. I practiced and practiced by watching videos of all kinds of women and people around the world in all of their different languages.

This morning I thought, wow, you know? I did this instead of writing. But writers do many things if the words aren’t there. They will be again. Walter’s death really was heavy for me at last year’s conference. I learned much from him about writing scenes. It’s not that much different from crochet. So my best friend and I at 13. That is in my memoir. We started off crocheting to escape in those years. We were escaping everything, I expect. You are on such a cusp at 13, you know? So this is a chapter called “Strings” https://valentinebonnaire.com/2010/12/29/strings-from-memoir-whitegirrrl-short-chapter/ that I was working on in 2010 – that whole book needs an edit, ooof. Some of the chapters make me cry they are so hard to look back on.

Anyway, the two of us would go downtown to a place called The Yarn Mart in those years. We would wander through, after school. It’s long gone now. But I love to get lost with yarn and fabrics. It takes me so far back I’m practically in childhood, as in “FUN” so this morning I finished off a little heart by a South African designer called Jen Tyler.

So, one of the boxes of the new yarn arrived, yesterday!

OMG. It puts the Big Box yarn I had to shame. I think this yarn and I are going to be beloved friends.

Check it out!

That’s the little Forget-Me-Not flower from the Fruit Garden CAL. My best friend Pam at 13 grew up loving the Pre-Raphaelites. Funny, this pattern – the colors.

Her grandmother had made her a classic blanket, that was in her room when we were so little. I started one of those blankets where you keep going around and around the square, you know?

Well, who knew that I was going to grow up and attempt something as gorgeous as what Janie Crow has designed. Neither my mother or my grandmother did anything like this. I did hear that my Irish great grandmother used to make lace, but I have never seen it.

Forget me not.

xxoo!

from Adrienne

(who will be back on the writing jag soon enough)

I am so over politics, and this virus.

Yarn, during the pandemic

Focus on color. This is going to work for me. So I should be getting the cartons of the yarns soon, to start Janie Crow’s gorgeous Fruit Garden CAL. I have been practicing the squares, and so here are some images. Yesterday I realized I will have to order yarn, and this is new, in order to get a higher quality than what the big box has.

Also, I think I want to design a little myself, and so yesterday I began to think about that.

So, focus.

Focus on joy.

Focus each day on a thing that can make you happy. This can be anything, and right now for me it is color.

It is getting harder and harder to absorb the news, to watch the news.

Insert beauty.

So here is the first little flower, the Forget me not. Done in blue, from some scrap yarns I have:

I love how Janie has made the designs from easy to hard in a kind of production mode. You can follow her hands:

This is what I came up with for the clementine square – I only had a bit of melon colored yarn and for the other bits I had to use Lily cotton to get semi near the shades she used. The thing is, I really wish I had gotten the kit. The reason being, the yarns are so much prettier. So I went back to the Stylecraft site and looked at what I ordered. Some of the colors jumped off the page at me, and it may be that I try and do parts of this with something different, when the yarn comes. I had to do that when I started her pattern for Frida’s Flowers, too. I didn’t have the colors. So it was trips and trips back to the yarn store.

This time I plan to FINISH.

So in my basket, yarn for a knitted really cush blanket I began a year ago.

It’s so soft and I made a tweed by using big box style.

But I have some Italian yarn! I fell in love with that, and yesterday I was able to get a bit more. They are closing it out, oh no.

I guess I could say I am designing a blanket, then.

Score one!

The yarn makes me really happy and so this is the time for doing things by hand.

Even looking at the colors for the soup I made that day…

So, small things.

Small, quiet things, to get through this time.

The news is incredibly frightening.

Have yarn.

Bright little strings, crochet

They seem to be helping, a little. So I am waiting on some boxes of actual yarn that the designer Janie Crow used for her magnificent Fruit Garden CAL. Not having the actual yarn has been strange because I can’t do the colors? She uses yarns from Stylecraft for this in a mix.

I have been practicing. The Acanthus motif is the most fantastic, I mean, just to do that one.

So I have almost made all the flowers, with scraps of different kinds of yarn. I can see why Hollyhock was her favorite, it is gorgeous. She has such a signature style on the leaves and all the picots. Last summer I was in the big box and saw a magazine – Crochet and the scarf on the cover. I knew it was her! So there you have it.

The Maltese Cross in the center of Acanthus is such a stunner. The kits were sold out, so trying to find the yarn was maddening. I can’t get Parchment so I had to settle for Cream. So this is Hollyhock.

I had some Caron Cakes in blues. I think this will be the type of yarn I will be receiving. So I didn’t have any pink, drat. Winging it in blue. The main thing is to try for each.

The main thing is to say no matter how terrible everything seems, keep going. At the end, you will have this gorgeous thing.

So these color ranges from Stylecraft, just wow. You can find her free patterns for things here. https://www.stylecraft-yarns.co.uk/

Waiting on the yarn boxes is like kid in a candy store. In the UK they have DK weight, and these yarns are called DK Life, and Batik. Both are wool blends. The Caron Cake is also that mixture and so I was really happy to shade with the blue.

I couldn’t get Blue Haze and it is killing me, anyway, we shall see, soon.

Strings of yarn as solace, in this time.

I’m trying to remember the colors that I ordered, and just wow. I have way more than the ones in the kit coming, because I knew I would have to make substitutes.

Crochet, color, yarn and art

I was drawn immediately to Janie Crow’s design for Frida’s Flowers on account of the complexity. I mean, at first I thought, oh my god, the beauty. It’s the same thing with the new one for Fruit Garden. The only trouble is the yarn I could get. It had been years since I had shopped for yarn and I wanted natural fibers, which we cannot get here in town anymore. The boutiques are long gone, and the only craft place is a big box that took over. So, I gave it a start but? Garish. As you can see. Still though, I gave it a start. My feeling is, if you are going to put that much work into something, have the yarn be great. On this new one, there is a Bamboo/Cotton blend, and if the colors? Well, that or, my fave Mercerized, but from where? It is not to be had. Not in stores. I found it! So, some of Frida’s Flowers and the various passes.

I have no idea how any of us will get through this time.

Maybe by making some art.

So, I am drawn to natural fibers, and the only trouble with this yarn is that it is for things like dishcloths or something. It does not have the “hand” or the tight twist, or the shades or? Dunno.

That image is from a fave Mexican Restaurant here, that I miss so much. If they closed it would be hell.

Life as we have known it is over.

Hope you are having an easier time of it where you are.

I’m keeping my old Teddy near me. Watching lots of film. It’s as if all the fun is gone, here in California.

So, yesterday, while I was waiting, am waiting, for the yarn to arrive from overseas, I began. I crocheted a little square for Fruit Garden. I was able to do it! The first square is called “Forget Me Not” and let me show you the vid she has done. The shades she has chosen are gorgeous. I just used some yarn I had hanging around, and it is pure cotton. I found it in a box. That children’s book I wrote has a theme in it about the plastic problem in the ocean. So, age 13 was all about crochet for me, and we used to have a thing called Speed Cro-Sheen that was brilliant spun cotton on a ball. This would be fantastic in that. Thirteen was also all about Mucha for me. Anyway, triumph. I did it! We need the small victories, in the middle of so much sad.

So, just practice, until the gorgeous yarn arrives. I made it blue, and what I love is the intricacy of how she changes the colors. One thing I did, was use some white and the red. I used three single crochets to stuff that area with color. The yarn is made by a company called Takhi – it comes from Greece and is so gorgeous. I actually crave the colors, as if they are paints.

So, both the red and the blue, are mercerized style cotton.

Look at these colors!!!!!!!!!!!! The red is from here, Tahki, ages ago. I love, love, love the color ranges. So maybe I can get that for the Frida’s Flowers pattern, down the road.

Looking back over the heaps of squares and things I made, I can see that with the Frida pattern, I was able to put even the most garish of colors together, on my own. So this one was a fave from that time. It’ s funny how much the design changes given how the colors work. In this one I had to unravel parts of yarn balls to get to the beige, or the red, or even some of the greens. This will be so much easier with higher quality yarns. It really will. Still though, I have a tendency to not like things, and these took so much effort, I can see that now.

Crochet, and how I found Janie Crow’s gorgeous designs…

Two years ago I decided to pick up crochet again and knitting, after years. Since childhood, actually. My husband wasn’t well that year and I was watching over him, so I was sitting around with tons of time on my hands, and I started to watch videos in Youtube of different women all over the world crocheting things, in their own languages. I had no idea there was something called a CAL, which is a crochet-along with others, but I started to see these. They are nothing like what we knew in my childhood – these new mandalas and so forth are total works of art. So these flowers date from that very autumn, in my life two years ago now.

The colors and the patterns, the intricacy and delicacy of the designers. But I met a kindred spirit in Janie’s designs. For one thing, the gorgeous homages to people like Monet, and now May Morris. Best was Frida though, one of my favorites, just because.

So, a woman in Youtube was doing the stitches in a video and I sat for hours with her hands, “teaching me” – those videos are here.

Then I searched for Janie and found that she does patterns for a yarn company called Stylecraft in the UK, so I saw the originals. I was just swept away by how exquisite her things are. The flowers and the leaves. The only yarn I could buy here is not the kinds of colorways they have over in the UK. So, I made each square, just to see if I could. I guess there had been kits for these things, once. It’s a bit like doing a paint by number, except, you want to pay homage to the designer herself? The work that goes into designing to begin with.

One of Frida’s Flowers, that I crocheted, using American cotton yarn, as you can see, the colors are not the same…

The colors! They reminded me of a time years ago when I was up in the Sur and getting books by Kaffe who does things with Rowan Yarns. Well, it has been ages since I was so inspired, that it is almost like using oils.

Some of her patterns are over in Stylecraft, you can see that here, and I just was able to find some of that special yarn and it will be here in seven to ten days! Yay!

Because, the new blanket is total Arts & Crafts, both versions. So gorgeous, omg. You can watch her talking about the design here.

xxoo!

from Adrienne

(who is going to make these, while we are going through so much of a nightmare with the coronavirus situation)

The yarn will arrive and I can start on Fruit Garden, even though I was not able to match all the colors exactly.

CORONAVIRUS DIARIES

I am writing from Southern California, in the midst of the biggest crisis the world has ever seen. The only way I can get the news is via Google, then Twitter, then Youtube as it breaks. Local news here in America has not reported on other countries for some time. My husband watches the television for his news. He gets it much slower than I do. Maybe because our minds work differently.

I am watching what the president has to say along his Twitter feed. One of the worst aspects of this crisis is to watch all the lesser politicians scramble to get in line for their potential shot at the JOB, because this is what they are doing. Trying to make themselves look good. In this I refer to Cuomo and Newsom along their footage. What the President said yesterday or so is that he is LEAVING IT UP TO THE STATES. The message from both Cuomo and Newsom is that millions will die, so it isn’t very comforting at all.

I think what I will write you now in this diary, is a part of the experience of being “here,” in this region, as the days roll by like waves. From what they released about “flattening the curve” we are all told to stay in. People for the most part have obeyed this. Everyone is very frightened and this panic is not going to subside anytime soon. Before I look at any more news ledes today, or read any more editorials, I just want to take a breath.

We cannot go out for anything except essentials. This means stores that we love and frequented will go out of business. It’s been three weeks of the hoarding. First it was toilet paper and now it is food, so I can tell you about yesterday and going to a small sized chain supermarket. THE SHELVES WERE EMPTY. I wish I had taken my camera out, to document it. Perhaps next time I will. The only way that I can describe it? What we saw in Russia, in the late 80’s on the news. As everything FELL.

We don’t have reportage like that anymore, on TELEVISION. We no longer have a PRESS in America that can do the reporting city to city. It’s all broken. This post will be long, today. I want to talk about yesterday.

I have to go backward in my mind to think about the first time I went to a store, after hearing about this. I was still using my FACEBOOK account, at that time and so I had begun to process news stories that were breaking around the world. I went to what we call a drugstore, or a pharmacy here in California, maybe four weeks ago? It is hard to remember. I was looking for the hand sanitizer as the stories began to break about “WASHING YOUR HANDS” and we were seeing news on China suddenly. There was NO SANITIZER and I asked a store clerk maybe a week later if they had masks, because suddenly on the news everyone seemed to be wearing a mask. This is maybe a month ago. The next time I went to the market, maybe two weeks ago, there was no paper to be had. NONE. I thought I would venture out again, to try and find some and so these are my last FB posts. I did find some in a little import store in a poorer part of the town I live in. For $7.99 I was able to get some toilet paper from Vietnam, and at a Mexican market here I was able to get some chamomile scented Charmin, not the sort you would expect. It was $2.99 for four rolls.

It was when I went back to the store for food, though, perhaps two weeks ago? I was scared. I had begun to see the shelves be emptied. First it was staple things, like rice and beans, potatoes and so forth. They simply were not there, along with the non-existent paper. Yesterday, and the last time I was in that store I spoke with clerks who are working valiantly, and not wearing masks or gloves. What was said to me yesterday? “This will pass by the end of April” the meat and fish counter which has fresh fish was CLOSED. He told me it was a matter of “social distancing” – on the part of the corporation. I said, “In our lifetimes we have never seen anything like this,” and he said, “No, we haven’t.” To see an American store EMPTY? I have.

Yesterday, there were NO EGGS.

THERE IS NO FLOUR.

THERE WAS NO MILK.

Something larger is going on. You can sense it. Here is the headline of the day from NEWSWEEK https://www.newsweek.com/u-s-now-has-third-highest-number-covid-19-cases-after-china-italy-1493618

I’m going to see what the President has tweeted. There was a positive story about the company Hanes on manufacturing the masks here. It would be good to see all the American companies rise to the fore and come home, not just for Economic Nationalism, but because THEY WERE AMERICAN COMPANIES. Most Americans are aware of what has been sold down the river over the last 30 years by very crooked politicians running the country.

Here is that story on Hanes: https://abcnews.go.com/Health/hanes-start-making-masks-health-care-professionals-treating/story?id=69729931 from ABC. Hanes was like this fantastic company that made cotton clothing, T-Shirts and underwear and so forth al my life. Hanes was the sort of thing you could fall back on? I am so glad to see this news. See this COMPANY come to the fore. There will be others I am sure. I think, Americans would like to be known as the ones who produced the things the world needed, at this time. This is a great story, and when the President talks about “it is a beautiful thing to see” this is what he means. He is talking about “the American Spirit” – which is to come to the fore, versus the ‘you didn’t build that spirit” of the previous President.

This is DISGUSTING. The virus is not the President’s fault. https://nypost.com/2020/03/22/de-blasio-blames-trump-for-nyc-hospital-equipment-shortage-people-will-die/ so, the actions of the politicians are something ALL AMERICANS CAN SEE RIGHT NOW.

Frankly there are many questions about this VIRUS and those can be had over in Twitter in terms of who was working on it as far back as 2015, and who is working on the antidote just now. Twitter is pretty admirable that way, and there are some very curious things if you search things like Gates on that right now. The President may be part of the billionaires club in America but he isn’t evil.

This is how I am following the Governor of California: https://twitter.com/search?q=newsom&src=typed_query in Twitter.

LISTENING TO THE REPORTERS and our President at this link: https://twitter.com/realDonaldTrump it is important to listen to what is said, by the reporters and the President himself. He has just acted as an AMERICAN, in this latest press release. In that, the AMERICAN SPIRIT. So he is talking about himself, he is also talking through the lens that is the AMERICAN spirit in terms of helping other countries as well, because all of them are facing the same thing.

HOT SPOTS: State of Washington, NY, California – President DT

Something I want to say as an American around what the news is calling “racist” – the term CHINESE VIRUS – this is being used because as the President said – “it came from there”meaning it started (as much as any of us know, in a place called Wuhan) – this is what we saw in the news. Now, Americans also say this – “Let’s go get some Chinese Food” – this is true. I’m not sure if in other countries American Food is called this same thing? Here in CA we would say, “Let’s go get Thai Food and so forth. This is a reality, not racist. Where I live in Southern California, we have many cultures all coexisting together. All of my life. So, it’s the same thing for Japanese Food. We would say, let’s go get some Japanese Food. Here in CA, in our markets, there is food from all over the world. Except now the shelves are EMPTY. We would say the same thing about Mexican Food, French Food, and so forth. Here we also have Greek Food and Greek Festivals. Many people live in America from all over the world and from all the different cultures IN THE WORLD. The only thing I haven’t seen is CANADIAN restaurants in Southern California. They might exist but I have never seen them. This is the way Americans SPEAK about things. It would not be different in other countries I am sure, so a matter of Semantics.

BREAKING LEDE – The National Guard. Yesterday in Twitter you could see Army style trucks in a vid somebody posted from Seal Beach on trains. Here is the story from NPR News which is a trustable NEWS SOURCE https://www.npr.org/2020/03/22/817978107/white-house-coronavirus-team-to-hold-briefing-as-death-toll-continues-rising FROM THE STORY:

“President Trump said Sunday he has activated the National Guard to New York, California and Washington, states that so far have been hit hardest by the rapidly spreading coronavirus.

The Federal Emergency Management Agency will fund the deployment of the Guard, Trump said.

“This action will give them maximum flexibility to use the Guard against the virus without having to worry about costs and liability,” Trump said. “And [it frees] up state resources to protect the health and safety of the people in their state.”

I have used YOUTUBE to double check that news lede: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=svmAqo1Daiw here is the President speaking on that https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6rVD4p4CY0A

I am watching a video on how New York is coping. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4iZLfiK3rk I have never seen New York, but I know that many many people live there. They are very strong having gone through 9/11. These are New Yorkers speaking.

Like many other Americans we are watching news from Italy. Here from Sky News, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdx4Jo0GCRU It is so tragic. In the rains today, tears cring over the whole world. We had studied things in history, like the Black Plague, but to see this, in terms of the way we are all on the Internet in this era? There is not a way to process what the whole world is going through.

I am watching this news from Italy. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWP1_Q065PQ it was from two days ago.

On the local news they are reporting today that the cases are up to 18 in this county. I am grateful that today we had food to eat. I was able to get it the other day. Life as we know it in California has SHUT DOWN. I have no idea what will happen tomorrow. I know that we have enough food, for tomorrow. I have a dog and a cat. I need to feed them too. Tonight the dog had to eat dry cat kibble as he had nothing in the store. I will have to go out to get his food. if I cannot find anything for him, I will feed him meat, if I can find some. This is the TERROR of life shutting down, after the governor has said what he has said. I want to show a picture of my dog and cat and the news has made me feel so nervous I cannot remember the tools I have to use here in WordPress to do that.

You could see them in Facebook if you knew me. My dog is named Odin, and my Cat is called Hemingway. They were both rescues from the local shelter.

Today, I heard planes still overhead, and I listen for the sound of the cars. I can hear some cars racing, in the distance. We are self-isolating, because we have been told to. But tomorrow I have to find food for my dog.

Just watched this video on what the California National Guard is doing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onuUGWejKOg&feature=youtu.be in terms of Foodbanks.

Listening to NEWS from NEW YORK: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Trar6seIhDw this is about the doctors and the masks they need. FROM ABC NEWS, a trusted source.

The sound and the fury

Of an old year going out, and a new year rushing in, and the redesign of myself as a writer. I do wish all of you the best.

I was looking at what F. Scott Fitzgerald had to say, earlier this morning and it fits so I had that up over in Facebook, and again here. 2019 was a very crummy year, and so… this was a conjunction the other night, very massive, of Venus and the Moon hanging low over my city.

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 – do you believe in magic?

Takes you back, to a time when we were all so little, and we heard this. The actors that I sent the book to?

I meant it.

I meant every word I said. So, I have a reason for wanting to see this film realized, not just because to me those are some of the biggest stars on earth, but because of WHO they are as people.

I am making an intervention for the group that doesn’t know how to do things like Devlin and Teenie do. After the film, they will.

I wish you could have met my Dad or my Uncle, when I was little.

All day yesterday I listened to the music I was dancing around to at age ten or so. You might have been too, except some of you were a bit older than me, at that time. I just saw Swing Shift for the first time, yesterday, but Laugh-In, well my mom never missed it. Never. What a time that was. I guess I just want to say to you what beautiful people you are, okay, coffee and back to the page. Can’t wait to see what Viggo has done.

Jeff, Goldie, Robert, Viggo I meant it.

I know John Orland over in Facebook, and actually I bet you do too.

Losing Walter Halsey Davis, well. I know you feel this way, as well, when it is people you worked with.

My mother had just passed in the early years I met him at the Conference, and he showed us “Do You Remember Love” – yeah, I was the one in the audience who wept. I did yesterday again at the close of Swing Shift.

It’s all of you, and your performances.

It’s who you are, in this lifetime.

xxoo!

from Adrienne

Heart of Clouds – adaptation novel to screenplay

I took Odin down to the beach yesterday for the longest walk. Let me play you another cover of a song that was my fave as a young teen girl. While I have this coffee. It’s another cover, but you will know the voice. Creedence. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Aae_RHRptRg I am about to write you Devlin’s grandparents. And the happiness!

xxoo!

Adrienne