My Scrawny TV Viewing Habit

Okay, I admit it. I hardly ever watch television. For a while, I didn’t even own a TV. And honestly, the only time I missed it was when actor friends were in commercials or had roles in films or shows that I couldn’t view right away.

Growing up, I was more of a typical viewer and enjoyed many of the favorites of my generation—re-runs of Twilight Zone, Outer Limits, Star Trek, Bewitched, Gilligan’s Island and the Monkey’s. My parents became hooked on the night time soap opera - Dallas, so I watched as well. But they totally lost my viewership as an entire season was wiped out when J.R. woke up from a bad dream. Really?

Saturday Night Live and The Tonight Show (with Johnny Carson) followed me through my college years. From that point on, not much else happened on a regular basis until my son, Trenton, got me started on Star Trek: The Next Generation. Love Jean Luc Picard (Patrick Stewart). Mr. Stewart simply always brings class to every project he does. X-Men: Days of Future Past was my favorite X-Men movie.

Alright, back to television. After Captain Picard was off the air (1991), I didn’t get pulled back into anything else for a while. Although other members of the household watched plenty of television, I just seemed more interested in other activities including childrearing, working, writing and music.

That was until my all knowing Trenton suggested I take a look at the television show Fringe. He knew my tastes and I was sucked in after the pilot. The characters and the scifi story lines kept me engaged for the shows entire five seasons. Fringe was the only television show I watched faithfully (on my computer via Hulu) and nothing has replaced it since.

I was in search of just ONE show that I really liked that wasn’t reality or sit-com. Trenton is an expert on the Game of Thrones series having read all the books and understanding the characters and world they live in. So we went back and viewed all the episodes and now await the new season to start. It’s a very popular series and I can see why people like it. Although for me, it simply doesn’t replace Fringe. Haha! Of course, I have Fringe on DVD now so I can revisit the entire show on occasion…and I do.

Even though I haven’t been a diehard fan of television viewing, my love for movies has never waned. We watch movies all the time. I just never realized I actually wanted to make them until around 2005. But that’s a story for another time. I’m sure there are some really good television shows out there, just seems I’m not very motivated to hunt them down.

My true love lies in psychological types of story lines with lots of twists and turns and a touch of scifi. Not surprising, I’m drawn to write the same types of stories. My latest film, Blue Copper, as well as the novel I am currently writing, is no different.

A few days ago while visiting my friend in Georgia, the 40th Anniversary of SNL (Saturday Night Live) show came on. We decided to watch the fun. Wow, so many comedians came from or participated in that program over the years. It was a blast from the past laughing at parts of skits I hadn’t seen since the late seventies. And even though many of the cast members from the early years are now in their 50s, 60s and even 70s, the younger generations seemed to be continuing the hilarity.

It’s all about entertainment—television, movies, books, music, theater. Life would just be way too dull without a way to engage our minds, warm our hearts, or prompt us to action. No matter which medium you are drawn to, support and enjoy those art forms and those pursuing them. It is certainly not an easy road.

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Ten to Life

Most things in life have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Sometimes this process from start to finish takes a lifetime. Perhaps years or months. Then there are ones that take weeks, days, hours or even minutes. Depending on what is being experienced, we may or may not have control over the timeframe nor the end results.

With my engagement four weeks ago, my thoughts today are focused on a wedding. Specifically the process of getting married. Not so much on the things like spending life together or the combining of families and so forth, but more practically on the actual wedding.

The Beginning.

Most weddings are carefully planned and executed over several busy, sometimes grueling months. Months filled with appointments, shopping, celebration and spending money. Finding the rings, settling on a date, deciding where to get married and who should officiate. Securing a location, agreeing on the guest list, choosing the wedding party, finding dresses/tuxes, picking a caterer, a florist, a photographer, a videographer, DJ, cake, etc..

There is absolutely nothing wrong with all this fanfare and hoopla as, after all, it is an important day in anyone’s life. Not just for the couple getting married, but their families and friends as well. It is a very public symbol of commitment followed by a party to celebrate. I have enjoyed those experiences in my past and have very fond memories.

And sometimes choosing a simpler way is more desirable and much less stressful. Rick and I chose to skip down that path. True, planning was still necessary, but a lot less effort in a much shorter period of time.

For various reasons, Rick and I married last weekend. About three weeks after our engagement. Whoa…wait, what? That was the response of some. How Rick kept a straight face I will never know as he stopped his employees in their tracks after informing them we rushed the wedding because I was expecting. That led to a few moments of silence and jaw dropping before a hearty laugh. Uh yeah, I’m past that stage!  

Aside from those Rick works with, we know very few people down here in Cotulla, Texas. So, we decided to make things “official” sooner then plan for a party back in Phoenix in a couple of months to celebrate with our close friends and family.  

This leads to the next step in the process. The Middle.

Many years ago, I videotaped weddings for my original production company. After about seven years of doing this, I swore I’d never shoot another wedding in my life! Haha! Talk about burn out. You can imagine after filming likely two hundred plus weddings, I’ve witnessed the very traditional to the very untraditional. Exquisite ones with upwards of 600 guests down to casual ones with less than twenty. From a bride holding a cascading bouquet worth a thousand dollars to a bride holding the bridal reins whilst sitting on the back of a horse. (Yes, the bride and groom rode off into the sunset!) From cathedrals to ballrooms to backyards.

Our ceremony was conducted by a minister under the Tower of the America’s in San Antonio early on Sunday afternoon. Who was there? Us and the minister! Oh, and the minister’s wife who took some photographs. Having none of our grown children, other family members, nor best friends there was a bit unsettling. But, knowing we would be celebrating with them soon allowed us to move forward with our little private ceremony.

We met the minister, he explained what would happen and he began. Within ten minutes our vows were said, rings on our fingers, and we were husband and wife. What made me think about today’s blog topic was how those ten minutes were spent.

Usually during a longer, more traditional ceremony, the bride and groom face the minister as he or she talks. Then they turn to face each other during the vows, then to their guests afterwards. Well, this officiant had us face each other and look into each others eyes for the entire time. At first, I thought no problem. I mean, if I can’t stare into the eyes of my future husband for ten minutes, I probably shouldn’t be marrying him!

What I actually experienced was totally surreal. After just ten seconds I was faced with the fact that if I stared into Rick’s eyes for even ten more seconds, I was going to fall apart! My emotions kicked in and the seriousness and beauty of the moment hit me like a ton of bricks. As our minister went on speaking of love and commitment, the union of two hearts, and dividing our burdens, I constantly blinked back tears, looked at his forehead, his chin and even his left ear!

It wasn’t about rituals or traditions. It wouldn’t have mattered if there’d been hundred people watching. In those ten minutes of intense eye-contact, what was nonverbally communicated was pure and deep, beyond anything we could have planned for.

Ten minutes set a lifetime in motion.

It is hard to describe, but that’s love for ya’. When it came to repeating our vows, I barely got the sentences out. But, it totally convinced me that if given the opportunity of officiating the marriage of two people, I’d definitely have them looking into each other’s eyes for at least ten minutes! What a simple, yet highly intimate experience. One we both will not soon forget.

Enough mush. Now to The End.

We enjoyed lunch at the Chart House at the top of the tower. It is a rotating restaurant 750 feet in the air. It was an absolutely gorgeous day and the view of San Antonio was spectacular. Before drinking some champagne we texted some pictures and had some communications with our loved ones.

Oh, did I mention it was Superbowl Sunday? The New England Patriots versus the Seattle Seahawks. We changed clothes in the car and found a fun sports bar to enjoy the game. And, it was a good one, for sure. Probably not many would think about spending their wedding day watching football in a bar with a bunch of strangers hooting and hollering, but honestly, it was a great way to spend the afternoon with my new husband.

I am not knocking or implying that big weddings are a bad thing to do. I have had my own and have participated in many myself. Each couple determines for themselves what they really want at their particular phase in life.

After all, it’s all about love anyway.

As a side note and completely off topic, I wanted to let my wonderful blog readers know about a free giveaway of my upcoming audiobook for PROMISE OF PROTECTION. We finished recording Kane Black reading the novel and it’s now being edited. We will randomly pick two lucky winners! Simply register your name on my Mindclover page and once the audiobook is ready to go, we will pick from those that have signed up. Click HERE for the link and scroll near the bottom. Thank you!!  

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Some thoughts on perspective. But, first a short story!


The door closed behind Jack with a click. The room was completely dark with the exception of a slit of yellow light that pushed through a crack in the door.

A voice whispered, “Where have you been?”

“You don’t want to know,” said Jack with a shiver in his voice.

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Old Traditions and New Thoughts

For years I participated in all the traditional seasonal activities that I grew up with…

Dragging out boxes from closets that were chock full of Christmas decorations and donning the inside (and sometimes the outside) of the house. Assembling the tree and adorning it with beautiful ornaments that had been hung year after year, some that had been carefully crafted by loved ones. Joining in the retail madness and shopping for just the perfect gifts. Baking up a storm to assemble cookie plates for neighbors and coworkers and packing the goodies carefully into shoeboxes to send to loved ones across the country. Writing Christmas letters and including them in cards with the latest photographs of the kids. Attending holiday parties for employers. Rehearsing for weeks with other singers in preparation for a performance at our church Christmas Eve service. Setting out the cookies and milk for Santa and the carrot for Rudolph. Wrapping and placing presents under the tree after the kids finally had fallen asleep.  Waking up very early Christmas morning (when the boys were young) and dragging them out of their beds later (when they hit junior high) to open presents in our pajamas. Cooking a big meal for my children and my parents and always gratefully accepting the delicious apple and pumpkin pies my mom brought over. Later in the afternoon, braving the crowds at the movie theatre. 

I have such wonderful memories of those times. 

My how life changes! It seems over the past few years the way I progress through December has altered. Not necessarily for the worse, just different. 

The boxes of decorations has reduced down to two strings of colorful lights I hang up inside wherever I happen to be staying. I like those lights. They make me feel happy. I’ve considered leaving them up all year round, but then they wouldn’t be so special. Who knew a couple $1.99 strings of lights could have such an effect!

I avoid the retail shopping experience completely by purchasing gifts online. Often opting for gift cards allowing for the recipients to simply purchase whatever they really want. Some may say that’s a cop out, but it works for me. And, I don’t hear any complaints from those that receive them!

The December after both my parents passed, the baking ceased. That first Christmas without them was a hard one. I just never returned to the full fledged goodie creation routine. 

The stack of cards once faithfully sent out each year now mostly go unsent. A few letters might make it out but if so, they are usually after Christmas. For years, I enjoyed putting together our family Christmas letter summarizing events and special moments that had taken place during that year, but now with technology and social media, sometimes that feels redundant. Occasionally, I still do a version of the letter for those distant friends and family that are not online.

As children grow up and have friends and other families to share time with the traditional morning with family changes. I was away this past December, but am looking forward to a trip back to see my grown children next week. No need to feed Santa, Rudolph or cook a big meal. I miss my mom’s apple pie, though. 

My family and loved ones are important and I still keep the old tradition of phoning those that I cannot be with on December 25th. Also, Rick and I both love watching movies and since there is no theatre down where we live, we watched a movie on DVD instead.

Do I miss the way I used to spend my December’s? Well in some instances, yes. But in many things, definitely not. 

Although I recall all what I loved about the crazy, busy holiday season, it honestly can quickly become self-inflicted stress. Just the shopping alone can make us exhausted and lose track of what is really important. It can become a time of year with ridiculously high expectations fueled by marketing experts in the retail industry. When I read about people being rude, initiating fights and camping out for days all to get their hands on some material item that they believe to be so important, it makes me shake my head. True, we all have different priorities so to each their own.

The few days between Christmas and New Years, I spent some very quiet time thinking and exploring project ideas for 2015. I say quiet because the place where I was staying had no Internet and very limited cell service! (Amazing these days.) However, it allowed for little distraction and some productive time.

And yes, I did bring and put up my two strings of lights! The weather was rainy and cold for an entire week, something that after living in Arizona for thirty years is tough to deal with! However, one late afternoon the sun peeked through the clouds providing a wonderful, reflective moment on Lake Palestine.

Most assuredly, I have come to like and appreciate a simpler December. A calmer one. One not filled to the brim with activities, over-the-top expectations, and trying to live up to someone else’s standards. 

I have so much appreciation to those of you who read my posts/blogs and am forever grateful for your love and encouragement. I have good vibes about 2015 and am excited in getting started. May you all have a blessed and fulfilled year.

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One Year in Cotulla


This week, Rick and I “celebrated” living in Cotulla, Texas for one year. The word celebrated is in quotations because this move was all about an opportunity for his career rather than our choice to live here. It’s hard to believe a year has passed already. But as life goes, it isn’t surprising how quickly time has flown by. After living in Phoenix for thirty years, this was a rather significant change for me. 

A little about Cotulla.

It is located halfway between San Antonio and Laredo. The whole town is just two square miles. The population is about 4,000. However, that is NOT including all the truckers! It’s closer to double that size with all the employees that work in the nearby oil fields and either live in their trucks or in tiny portable housing units. A small but very busy town, indeed. With only one street light the traffic is often very heavy mostly with semi-trucks, large diesel pickup trucks and sand haulers. It is not a small quaint town by any stretch of the imagination. 

The infrastructure is trying to catch up to the growing number of workers. So more hotels are being constructed. Unfortunately, restaurants are slower in coming, although there is a fair number of fast food joints. We have only found one decent establishment where we exclusively dine one glorious night of the week. I'm exaggerating, but it is a friendly family owned Mexican restaurant called El Charro. The manager and most of the employees see our smiling faces every Wednesday night. What a far cry from life in Phoenix!

You won’t miss much if you don’t stop by Cotulla on your travels along I35 unless I happen to be here…then you MUST drop by!

What do we do for fun here?

Uh, in Cotulla? Nothing. We have to entertain ourselves since there is no movie theatre, bowling alley, ice skating rink, performance center, nor anything else. There is an annual rodeo but it was pouring down rain that weekend. It is a good thing that Rick and I both like to watch movies. We can’t stream down here but thankfully we have a Netflix DVD account and there are two RedBox machines…although fair warning - they do not work in the rain. :)

Mostly our sanity comes from getting the heck out of here on the weekends for some semblance of a normal social life. Thankfully we have found some fabulous restaurants and nice movie theaters in San Antonio which is 90 minutes away. Corpus Christi and Austin are each about 2.5 hours drive so we don’t get there quite as often. And it goes without saying that returning to Phoenix periodically to hug my children and mingle with friends is absolutely cherished.

What lessons have I learned while living here in this two bedroom manufactured house in the middle of an oil field? You’ve heard the old adage ‘home is where the heart is’. Well for me that is switched around to 'heart is where the home is’! And I have actually felt that way most of my life. Maybe it has to do with moving a lot as a child, but wherever I lay my head at night becomes my home. 

I can work anywhere there is at least some internet access. Living without consistently reliable high speed service makes me pull my hair out at times. However, I’m very grateful to have any service at all! 

And I am very thankful for technology to keep me connected to my children, my friends and my colleagues. It is the next best thing to actually being there. (I sound like a phone company commercial!)

We do feel that this was a good move for Rick in his career and we await for what might lie on the horizon for him.

Despite feeling totally sequestered at times, I have always been self motivated so keeping myself busy with projects comes naturally. In this past year in Cotulla, I have started a blog (, received news that our feature film is finally available on DVD (Atrophy - formerly Paranoia), produced a winning short film back in Phoenix (Smoke Signals), written my first novel (Promise of Protection), run a successful Kickstarter campaign for a longer short film currently in post-production (Blue Copper), and managed to pound out a first draft of my second book.

Overall, I am making the best of my living situation in Cotulla. I’m remaining focused on my goals and continuing to live my passion for creating through storytelling.

I am one of those individuals that believe that life is an adventure, a journey, and a gift. I never find myself feeling bored—thankfully, because living down here could make the best of us prone to going a little crazy!

Project ideas are beginning to form for 2015 and I’m very excited about moving forward on them. Wherever we end up living is only a side note to intentionally choosing to live a full and satisfied life.  

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Promise of Protection


I shared a very surreal moment with Rick last week when I opened the brown cardboard package and removed the proof of my very first book. It was so exciting to see it in a format other than on my computer monitor or a manuscript on printer paper. It actually looked and felt like a real paperback novel! Aside from a page in the back that said in big black letters - PROOF, it was an actual book. 

I told myself that I would write a novel this year. It has been quite the learning experience going from screenwriting to book writing. Honestly, for many years even though I wanted to write a book, I just never thought I could. 

But, storytelling is storytelling. And I enjoy developing and molding characters within a fictional world. My hope and intent always being that the viewer (film) or reader (book) will be transported out of their normal everyday surroundings and into another place even for a short period of time. That they will find something in the story they want to think about or discuss further with a friend.

While taking on this first book project, I have increased my own level of reading. As with filmmakers, authors are each unique in their approach. Therefore, it comes as no surprise that my style will be different as well. My hope is that there will be many that will honestly enjoy my method of storytelling.

The story was actually an idea for a feature film. I came up with it a couple of years ago as I traveled alone from Phoenix to San Diego. My goal for the drive was to create a story that took place mostly in a small town. How ironic that now I happen to live in one! (At least temporarily.) 

 Here is the synopsis:

  • After 25 years of estrangement from his father, Joe Tenning is unexpectedly summoned to the bedside of Charles Tenning. Suddenly, he is pulled into unraveling the disturbingly bizarre and ethically questionable work in which his father has been covertly engaged. Uncertain who to trust in the small town, Joe accepts the help of Dr. Lillian Kent who has her own unique brand of patient care. Despite the desire to return to his quiet life running his winery, he now must wrestle with the effects of his father’s work on himself, his loved ones and the lives of many others. 

I have been mired in proper formatting for the past few weeks. Just as screenplays have their own set of rules, guidelines and quirks, so do manuscripts. Especially when you want them to look professional. Thankfully there are many resources available on the Internet, in books and via podcasts. Almost too much information at times. When it felt overwhelming, I just focused on one thing at a time and keep going. When I thought it was all figured out…it wasn’t and I continued to rework it some more. I hope that everything is perfectly formatted. Fingers crossed!

Re-reading and re-writing could continue forever in order to adjust to every person’s opinion. I have found in my past that you try your very best to follow proper due diligence, but at some point you just have to move forward. It is a creative endeavor after all. I think back to all the films I’ve done and realize every experience contains lessons and it’s all about getting better. There is nothing wrong with that.

I want to especially thank Teresa Young who was my editor. She caught things I looked at a dozen times and missed. She was wonderful and made me wish I had paid more attention in English class!

A big thank you also to Trenton and Deanna for designing the book cover. And to all those who encouraged, supported and gave me feedback. 

As I was recently explaining to Rick, it’s not a matter of having to come up with my next writing idea, it’s a matter of trying to choose which one to pursue first! I have way too many in my head. Kind of like film script ideas, I suppose. Anyway, 2015 will bring on new projects and I can’t wait to get started. In fact, I’ve had a hard time sleeping the last couple of nights as a new idea for a book series began taking form in my head!

For those of you that are interested in reading PROMISE OF PROTECTION, you can order it now through Amazon either in paperback or on the Kindle by clicking HERE

If you do read the novel, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Many of you already have my personal email or you can email to And if you like the story and would be kind enough to leave a few quick comments on Amazon, that would be super helpful. These days many people make buying decisions based upon those reviews especially if they are unfamiliar with an author.

Thank you for receiving and reading my eclectic blog posts. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones!

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The White House

A few fond memories.

Throughout all my elementary school years our family lived in England. My dad worked for a large international corporation and he had accepted a two year work assignment in the UK. What began as a two year stay developed into four then into six years. 

We moved four times in six years. The first five we lived south of London. The last we moved to the far northern part of England, almost to Scotland in the Northumberland area. Our abode was a large farmhouse. There was no number on the house, but a name instead—The White House! 

I wonder if they still give some homes descriptive names as opposed to boring numbers. What a creative idea.

It was fun being that we were Americans living in The White House. My parents would frequently receive letters and cards addressed to Mr. and Mrs. President. I’m sure the return address on my parent’s mail to their family and friends back in the US often prompted the postman to take a second look. 

At eleven years old, I didn’t really know how big the acreage was around our house, but I do know at that age it felt huge. We did not really have farmland, but my mother did have quite a vast garden. There was a wooded area with tall trees and a small stream trickled across part of the property. 

I recall a large wooden gate at the entrance of the driveway. During the warmer days, I would climb up and perch on the top amusing myself as I awaited for my father to get home from work. Looking back on that, I’m sure he cherished having his daughter excited to see him after a long day “at the plant” as he described it.

The home itself was probably once an actual farmhouse. It had two stories and several spacious rooms connected by long hallways. An enormous kitchen complete with a deep freeze where my mom would keep special treats—like frozen Snickerbars! It was by far the biggest house we ever lived in and really too big for our small family, but being my dad’s company provided the housing, we didn’t complain.

My brother was seventeen. A few times we took long hikes through the fields that surrounded the area where we lived. There were endless pastures filled with cows and sheep. They didn’t seem to mind much and looked up only momentarily from their grazing to watch us hop the fence and trample through their fields being very careful of where we stepped.

Then it was into the woods in search of a stream. There my brother taught me how to “tickle for trout.” He secured his footing on a couple of dry rocks straddling the flowing water. After rolling up his sleeves, he reached down into the cold water running his hands underneath the flat rocks. Once in a while, he would suddenly thrust his hand into the air clenching tightly to a startled, wiggling fish!

The enjoyment for him was in the challenge of capture, so after a few moments he would toss the fish back into the stream where it quickly disappeared from sight. Unfortunately, I never was able to catch a trout myself. But, I don’t know how I would have reacted should I have actually felt something that slimy under a rock!

As my brother and I were away at our separate boarding schools, and my dad at work, my mom may have been rather lonely. But as resourceful as she was, I’m certain she stayed busy with her artwork, crafts, garden, and a handy telephone to chat with friends. There were not very many houses in our neighborhood. In fact, besides us and the “real” farmhouse across the road, there weren’t any other homes around for miles.

The farm on the other side of the road was a true working farm. They had crops, cattle, sheep, and a chicken coup. The family that lived there worked very hard. I remember thinking how happy I was that I didn’t have to do all the chores those kids did everyday. 

Sometimes I would hike out across the fields to find the farmer working. Riding on the tractor was one of my favorite things to do. I wonder if that developed into my love of driving golf carts. Haha! 

At the end of the day, the farmer would give the command that sent his dog off to round up the sheep for their supper. Jesse was an amazing dog. His master would yell with a very, heavy cockney accent, “Get away back there, Jesse!” And, Jesse would run full speed around the outside of the herd barking and nipping at their feet. He effectively and quickly gathered them up driving them towards the bottom of the field near the gate. There the sheep enjoyed their fill at the troughs.

The farm had a huge barn that was full of hay. I remember climbing up and jumping down, diving and falling in it, and coming home with it all over my clothing and in my hair. One day I went searching for my brother in the barn. I guess there really is something about farmers’ daughters because I found him and the girl locked in a kiss!

Us being city kids, we were very curious and spent time at the farm whenever possible. The grownups over there liked having extra hands to help out and they were always trying to put us to work. One day they sent me into the chicken coup to collect eggs. I watched one of the farm kids reach under a hen and pull one out. How hard could it be? 

Now, I knew from my horseback riding lessons that horses can sense fear in a person. Well, those chickens must have felt a touch of my apprehension because as I tentatively pushed under the first warm birds’ body, she stretched her neck out and pecked my hand! I wasn’t expecting that reaction. I figured she was just mean, so went on to the next one. She did the same thing! What was it with those moody girls! After the third pecking, I was finished with the novelty of collecting freshly laid eggs and I quickly exited that smelly, loud chicken house! 

A few weeks later, I watched with mixed emotions as the farmer fulfilled his wife’s request to pick out a chicken for dinner. While I was still wondering which one he would chose, he suddenly grabbed the nearest one running by. In a split second he had expertly taken it by the neck and swung it up over his head in two circles. The birds neck broke, a little feed came out of its mouth, and it was off to the kitchen! It probably was a pretty humane method being it was so quick but regardless, I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the poor old gal.

It would have been fun to share some photographs from our adventures at The White House. But if there are any, I haven’t found them. However, I do have those images etched into my memory and am very appreciative of those wonderful experiences.

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Blue Copper is a Wrap!

As promised…I’m back! Today I am going to share an update regarding our film BLUE COPPER. If you are in the handful of my Blog followers who also were our Kickstarter Backers, a lot of this information will look familiar. 

My journey back to Texas is complete. I was in Arizona for just under two weeks. I wanted to give you a few highlights of the production phase of BLUE COPPER. I’m including only a few pictures here, but more will be shared later along with some additional stories. Earnest Robinson took a lot of our behind-the-scenes photographs and I’m waiting to receive more pictures taken by others. Again, more will be shared as our journey continues.

We wrapped shooting early last Wednesday morning, October 8th. It was anticipated that our five days of shooting would be long and they were with the last one stretching us into almost a sixth day. With Bret Kalmbach (our Director of Photography) from New York and me currently living in Texas, we didn’t have the luxury of pick up days (extra shooting days beyond the originally scheduled ones). So, with the consent of the fine cast and crew remaining during those last few hours, we pushed through.

Every night since we’ve wrapped, I’ve woke up in a panic, dreaming that we missed a shot! The only way I can get myself convinced that we are done is to tell myself that Bret and his camera have returned to New York! Hahaha!

A champagne celebration at 7:00 a.m.

Colleen (actor) had supplied us a bottle of champagne to celebrate with after our last take. A little glass of bubbly at 7:00 a.m. was sweet not only because of the taste, but because the six of us that remained despite feeling exhausted also felt accomplished.

Aside from the long hours, overall the shoot went well. We shot for four days at a home in Phoenix, one day in Happy Jack, almost a half day at the Boyce Arboretum in Superior, and a half day in Gold Canyon. Our primary location was a home in Phoenix. The homeowner (who was a friend of our producer) came in at one point to see her house transformed into a film set. If you’ve never experienced it, it can be quite a shock! Her good natured and adorable dog, Doobie, loved having us there with so many people to sucker into a slobbery game of fetch. Alex (location sound) even tried to entice him into being a boom operator!

Doobie - The sound dog.

It just seems so understated when I say that we had such a hard working, dedicated crew on this project. Every single person involved played a vital role. As on many independent film sets, many of our crew members did double and triple duties. They were exceptional. Personally, I didn’t hear one complaint despite the long hours and sometimes hot working conditions. Loved those positive attitudes and the sense of humor that emerged at times as it felt good to have a good laugh while being so intently focused on our shots.

A beautiful shooting day in Happy Jack, AZ.

Even though the really warm weather is fading away in Arizona, when we had to turn off the air conditioning and fans (in order to capture better sound), it got hot! Up in Happy Jack, the weather was wonderful. Chilly at night!

Producer - Sara Dangler

A special call-out to our producer, Sara Dangler. She wore many hats during the production. She did a lot of what I have done with past projects, so I totally understood and appreciated her challenges. I would not have been able to do this film without her!

Some of our crew - Alex Quitugua (sound), Sara Dangler (producer), Diane M. Dresback (writer/director), Bret Kalmbach (director of photography), Michael Coleman (actor)

BLUE COPPER was the fourth project on which I have worked with Director of Photography, Bret Kalmbach. His ability to capture an image is amazing. I really like working with him. Many times our thoughts moved in the same direction. He is so talented and I feel very fortunate that we could bring him back from New York for this film.

A friend of mine recently posted an article on Facebook about how director David Fincher utilized a Red Dragon camera to shoot and Adobe Premiere Pro to edit his latest film - GONE GIRL. Bret shot BLUE COPPER on his Red Dragon and we will be also editing in Premiere.

Actors - Michael Coleman, Colleen Hartnett, and Machelle Glassburn.

Our cast was wonderful as well. Indie film sets can be chaotic at times and run behind schedule—our’s was no exception. As far as I could see, all of our actors just rolled with it and still delivered their performances. It was a privilege to work with Machelle Glassburn, Shelly Boucher and Jim Robertson. Also it was fun to work with little five year old Paiden on his first film. He followed directions very well. Our two lead actors, Michael Coleman and Colleen Hartnett were exceptional. Incredibly easy to work with, well prepared, and always with gracious attitudes.

Paiden (actor) and Diane (writer/director)

We now move into the post-production stage in the life of BLUE COPPER. If you are on Facebook and haven’t liked our BLUE COPPER film page yet, please do so to stay up to date and view some more pictures once we get some up.

It truly does take a team of people to bring films to life. That is one of the things I love about filmmaking!

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OCD or Just Organized?

I’ve always been an organizer — a ‘director’ of sorts. I think it runs through my veins. It is just easier to find the right shirt when my closet is organized by color. I’m not a neat freak but it saves time when I can put my hands on a document that is filed in the proper folder. I’m pretty sure I’m not OCD, but it just makes life simpler when I know exactly which drawer contains the cheese grater or what cupboard holds the wok that barely gets used.

When faced with chores that I dislike, breaking them down over a period of time makes the tasks a little more bearable. For example, I hate housework. However it must be done, so I typically accomplish it over a week. For each of the five days something different gets finished. Dusting one day. Bathrooms another. Floors the next. Nothing taking longer than an hour on any given day. It fools me into thinking that I didn’t spend 4 to 6 hours cleaning the house! Of course, listening to music or an audiobook also helps make the passing time more tolerable.

I am not foreign to organizing big projects. From films to writing to reunions to work functions.

For the last twelve years spent in corporate America, I coordinated numerous events and activities where employees learn, have fun, and bond. Two of my favorites were conducted annually. These were the only times of the year that we had all local and remote employees together in one location. 

One was a themed Employee Appreciation Night and the other was a Team Building Day. My boss and I would generate ideas, then I would go to work creating and executing a plan. I thoroughly enjoyed making these events happen despite the work involved, they were always really fun! 

Some of our Employee Appreciation Night themes included Harley Davidson, Hollywood Awards, Casino Night, Sailing, Hawaiian, Winter Wonderland, Golf Outing to name a few of them. I used a company called Themers. They are located in the Phoenix area and have great decorations, props and everything needed to bring a desired theme to life. 

And I loved shopping for the fantastic door prizes we gave away - televisions, bicycles, game consoles, suitcases, jewelry, camping equipment, patio sets and Coach purses. Funny side note - I had no idea what a Coach purse was until my boss sent me off to find one. Holy smokes was I surprised to see a purse cost so much! Haha! Yes, that is very telling about my fashion sense. But those purses were coveted every year by our female employees hoping to have their name pulled from the bucket!  

Our Team Building Days typically consisted of part presentations and part enjoyable learning activities. One year we did a musical theme where everyone had an instrument to play. Another we had a full on scavenger hunt around our brand new 60,000 square foot building. One time we actually set employees loose with all kinds of random supplies to build a bus in which everyone could fit. A favorite of mine was with a company called Venture Up that had an outdoor course by the Superstition Mountains. There we climbed telephone poles to jump off, fell backwards from wooden stumps into the arms of fellow employees and figured out how to pass people through rope spider webs without touching the sides.

Years before, another project I coordinated for an airline was a million dollar customer service training program. We hired two facilitators to conduct the actual two day training in Phoenix for over 3,000 participants from all over the country. Each two day training session consisted of 100 employees so it translated into thirty sessions. 

Some of what was done included assembling a customized workbook, working with the hotel for ballroom space, arranging meals, coordinating with managers in all our cities to ensure employees were scheduled for training, reserving hotel rooms and transportation for out-of-town employees, scheduling the presentations of senior management, and keeping track of all the training statistics. Huge logistical puzzle! Loved it!

Then there have been reunions of friends and neighbors that were put together. One literally taking years to coordinate in order to find as many people as possible from our high school. Oh, and numerous indie film projects, chairing of volunteer teams, community type projects, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah.

So what is the best thing that comes from all of this? Results. The satisfaction of a productive and enjoyable experience for the recipients. Of seeing something come to fruition. Something that didn’t exist before we started.

I recently took the Gallup StrengthsFinder assessment. What was one of my top five strengths? Yup - an ACHIEVER. A little of their description for this strength includes: 

People who are especially talented in the Achiever theme have a great deal of stamina and work hard. They take great satisfaction from being busy and productive. By nature, you traditionally determine for yourself and others what should be done. After you have made up your mind, you typically waste little time moving forward with projects or assignments.

Admittedly, I have a human resources and training education and background, so working with people is very natural for me. Granted interacting with people can be frustrating and challenging at times. However for me, I find these practices work best: respect, communication, follow through, acknowledgement, appreciation and most definitely an understanding that people have varied work styles and methods for getting things done.

Why do I write about this today? Because this weekend I fly back to Arizona to shoot our film BLUE COPPER. Several people have already put in lots of work to make this creative endeavor happen. And there will be many additional hours spent over the next two weeks and beyond. 

Most of these projects, events, and activities that I have mentioned don’t come about because of a sole person but instead by a group of individuals contributing their unique part. I never would want to take credit for doing everything myself. I garner tremendous satisfaction in working with people to achieve a larger goal.

You’ll have a couple week reprieve from my Blog while we are in production. When I return to Texas, there will surely be some stories to share! All the best to you!

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Unexpected Knock

It is a short story Blog! 

A woman visits the home of her mother’s high school friend hoping to find a family she never had.


     Jill sat in the torn seat of her seven year old faded blue Corolla. She had saved all the earnings from adolescent jobs to be able to purchase it when she graduated from high school. It used to smell and look brand new when she had faithfully washed it at least monthly for the first four years. But after Jill had accepted a position in a popular and busy chain restaurant as a bartender, the thought of spending her precious time off vacuuming seats and scrubbing tires became less important. 

     The piece of paper she held in her hand consisted of a name and an address. The paper had been unfolded and refolded numerous times over the past few days. Jill refolded it once again and tossed it into the ashtray. As it landed, a few dry ashes floated up into the air.

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Power in a Melody

I know this might sound morbid, but it isn’t meant to be. I have found THE song that I want played at my memorial service. It is called Baptism by pianist Paul Cardall

When I write, music is always playing in the background to facilitate my creative process. The type of music varies on the tenor of the writing. There is the romantic playlist, the classic rock playlist and the dance playlist. However much of the music that vibrates through my head comes from the soundtracks to movies. Inception, Black Hawk Down, Lord of the Rings, Batman Begins, Titanic.

Music moves me. Especially instrumental pieces. 

Fourteen years ago, I purchased the instrumental album entitled FREEDOM by Michael W. Smith. It was an amazing experience and a memory that will always remain with me the first time those notes emerged from my car speakers! When I listened, images started to appear in my head—not just random images but an actual story. As the next song played, the story continued. And that process went all the way through the last and 12th song. 

To say I was dumbfounded would be mild. My mouth was gapping open. It was as if the top of my head had been opened up and that story just dropped in! Oh, and there were NO lyrics.

Uncertain if I could repeat the experience, I listened to the entire album again. There was no way to take any written notes as I was driving. As the music played again—same story, same images only with more detail. It was astounding!

Because this was a faith based story, I approached the pastor of the church I was attending at the time to discuss it with her. She was excited and told me to go for it. THE FREEDOM PROJECT was born. What an exhilarating and meticulous task it was to get the images from my head down onto paper so I could communicate and teach over fifty volunteers how to perform what turned into a stage play. 

I had to pinch myself quite often to make sure I wasn’t dreaming! It was a huge undertaking with no budget but tireless positive and encouraging individuals willing to come to long rehearsals, wardrobe fittings, and memorize their stage movements. Not to mention all the behind-the-scenes people who ran sound, mastered lighting, sewed costumes, created set backdrops and props, provided food and beverages, and promoted the production.

As I sat and watched the first performance in 2001 and the subsequent two others in 2002 and 2004, I was moved to tears. As were several other audience members. I knew at that point that for some people, music holds unmistakable power to initiate meaningful connections. The entire performance (about 40 minutes) had no lines of dialogue (except for one at an unexpected and impactful moment). The story was told through the songs and the character’s actions that were cued off of changes in the music. 

The experience of creating THE FREEDOM PROJECT, coordinating and directing the entire production, and seeing how the result touched so many lives will be engrained in my heart and mind forever. And it pushed me forward with confidence to pursue other creative endeavors.

So back to my memorial service. I discovered Paul Cardall’s song Baptism a few years back. The thing that I absolutely love about this piece is how it feels representative of life. Again, it is purely an instrumental piece so no lyrics. 

The repeating sections remind me of how life is a series of small expeditions making up one long journey. From early childhood, to adolescence, to young adulthood, to middle age, to our golden years, and finally on to our final season. 

And all of these life expeditions are broken down even more to jaunts or perhaps pilgrimages. Although at times we fall into routines with our families, our work lives, our social situations…we can always count on those circumstances changing. Sometimes for the better, sometimes not. But things come and go. This song reminds me of that. A voyage always comes to an end where there is something new to replace it and the melody begins again.

Paul Cardall’s music evokes emotion deep within me. If you have something to reflect upon, perhaps a big decision or a difficult situation, listen to his beautiful musical creations. Allow those notes to touch your heart, your soul.

Towards the very end of the song, the music slows slightly as we also slow at the end of our lives. It is still beautiful just as we are beautiful at every stop on this journey. I believe that the melody of our heart does not die. It continues long beyond the time our frail and mortal bodies pass from this earth. Our souls live on. 

Loved ones: When the day comes that I leave this world behind, you will know what melody to play at my service. For certain, I will be smiling knowing the next exciting journey is about to begin.

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Working Blue Copper

Four weeks ago, I wrote my Blog all about the launch of our crowd-funding campaign through for my latest film project entitled BLUE COPPER. I won’t retell how that all went. If you’re interested, you can read about it here: A Kick for Blue Copper

Our Kickstarter goal is set for $10,000. We’ve got until 9:00 pm Arizona time this Sunday to fully fund the project. Kickstarter is an all or nothing deal so our BLUE COPPER team has been working diligently to get the word out to everyone they know. As of the writing of this Blog, we are at 85% of our goal…so just $1,500 to go in 3 days!  

Honestly, I hate asking for funding. Just not my thing. Rick told me that I’d rather go to the dentist than ask for money. Ha! Maybe. I do really dislike the dentist. Although I have a fantastic one—in case you’re interested! 

A thirty day funding campaign is akin to having a full time job. I had no idea it was so much work! It takes time and effort. Lots of emails, messages, and phone calls to friends, family, and colleagues. Plus a lot of posting on social media sites. Then there is the editing and sharing of additional videos from our cast and crew, updates to our backers, and edits to our Kickstarter page. I even was on a radio show last week! 

I heard a podcast a while back. Two individuals were discussing the difficulty many have in asking for financial funding in the creative arts. This is what I took away from that conversation. You are simply asking for support in your creative endeavors in exchange for creating something the giver will hopefully eventually enjoy—films, books, artwork, photography. There are wonderful people out there who want to see you succeed and will feel good that they were able to help you pursue your artistic passion. All while looking forward to viewing the results of your unique imagination. 

I like that. 

So many existing friends, family, and colleagues have stepped up to back our project. And there are many new people as well. Right now we have 97 backers. Some have pledged $1, some $5, many $25 and some much more than that. Everything is appreciated.

We have so much gratitude to those that have pledged to support BLUE COPPER. It encourages our entire team by knowing people want to see our film and that they believe in our project as well as us as independent filmmakers.

If you’re interested in joining the family and becoming a backer of BLUE COPPER to help push us over the edge, you’ve got until 9:00 pm MST this Sunday, 8/31/14 to do so! Click here to watch and read all about the project and the team:

You can also find out information at our website and on our Facebook page.

Have a great weekend and excuse me while I get back to sending a few more emails in hopes that we can successfully cross this finish line!

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Goodbye Faithful Slippers

I truly believe that life is to be lived and not just something that happens to us. I am the first to admit, sometimes I don’t want things to change. I like them the way they are. It’s like having old comfy slippers. The ones that have kept my feet warm and protected. They have offered years of soft relief after long days on my feet and they are the first thing I put on when I get home. 

However, eventually no matter how much sticky tape I adhere to them, they wear out. It almost feels traitor-like to toss them into the trash in exchange for new ones. But, things do change and I make the needed adjustment. And, when I ease into those brand spanking new slippers, I quickly appreciate the cushy and hole-free bottoms. 

As in life. On our individual journey’s, we may find comfort and satisfaction and happiness in various aspects of our lives. Relationships, work, spiritual, the pursuit of dreams and passions. Then more often than we like, those soles wear out and we just can’t tape them up any longer. Change become necessary. 

Some of our adjustments may be small, some large. Some are in our control and many are not. When we make a change, everyone might be happy. On the other hand, making an unpopular decision or choosing a path that others do not understand, can be risky.

It definitely takes guts to risk. To put ourselves out there. Especially if we decide to change an unhealthy relationship or pursue a new job or go for a dream we’ve carried inside for many years.

Naysayers and critics are not far away. Those that don’t agree nor understand what we are doing or why we are doing it. Are they wrong? No, not necessarily. Criticism or heart-felt concern is based upon one’s own experiences and perceptions. But those individuals are not us. They can only make conclusions through their own head and heart, not ours. Should we listen to them? Sometimes. But frankly, our life journey is a unique one and the choice remains our own. Remember, our dream is different then their dream. Our passion is different from their passion. Our sense of wholeness, satisfaction and happiness is different then theirs. 

On more than one occasion in my life, I have stopped to listen to the words coming out of my mouth or the attitude emitting from my head or an outcome resulting from my actions. I had to ask myself, “Are those my words? Are those my thoughts? Are those my desired actions? Or are these all coming from someone else’s influence?” 

I know this sounds strange, but sometimes I’ve realized that those words, attitudes and actions coming out of me are NOT me. And I wonder where the heck did I go? The answer usually is when I have allowed myself to become lazy because accepting someone else’s opinion is easier. Other times, I simply hadn’t realized how much of an influence another person had over me and I needed to get back on track.  

Each of us lives our own life. Me mine and you yours. When I start living yours and you start living mine, things start to go haywire. We can lose our energy, hope and grounding. So, when you hear someone else’s words fall from your lips or exhibit an attitude that isn’t truly your own or engage in behaviors that feel foreign, take note. It may be time to abandon the taped up slippers and try something new. 

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