I SENT OUT A SYNOPSIS/ NOW IM SICK

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I sent a portfolio away with my Synopsis for my story BUZZEZR, I also sent along pictures and my Alien Language.   I was so very excited I forgot a few things. 

  1.  To put it in care of this Nicholas Grabowsky, who was excited to see my many long years of work. 
  2. Find out about getting an American return stamp for my self addressed return envelope. 
  3. And tell them/him I sent the same package to three other places. 

Needless to say I have not heard back about my baby-(book)-Buzzer I am starting to wonder if I made A huge mistake? 

Did I. Did I make a mistake?  Boooo. ​It does not feel good anymore it feels like I did a bad thing. I am wondering if this feeling is due to the fact that both my Desktop and Laptop are still down.  Also because I am sick and can’t get out of the house to take my computers in for repairs. I could but I am dead set against leaving home when I am ill not spreading the virus like someone did to me, my daughter’s good friend, she kept arriving against my wishes until I became infected. Now I sit in my room for days not to get the baby sick. It has been Six days now and my body is still going through the process of this flu. How uncaring people can be towards others, just as long as they are getting what they want and no one else matters. The really sad thing is, this selfish woman works with the very old. And when we are very old our bodies can’t fight simple colds. 

I should not have sent my story away so blindly and I should have forced this sick person out of my home who only comes by to sit all day on her iPhone. It is the choices we make that cause our demise. I asked her to leave she wouldn’t I sent my twenty years of work away without doing my homework. 

CROISSANT CRUSADE BANANA PANCAKE

Croissant anybody?

Tea and croissant.   What kind of trip is this do you say?  Why a French trip today.  Croissant croissant. We have good butter. Butter on a crusade you say?  But of course, only the best all the way from somewhere else not French.  Optishion, FRANCE. I tell you not even PARIS or ROME.

The butter for the crusade to put on top the croissant comes from the peak of the ALPS of SWISS mountains. Little people with the nanny-goats.  They sit there with the tiny chair doing this all day., [pretend you are milking a cow]. We tell you happily we do this import to please your palate

”Excuse me. Can I ask how this butter is made?”

But of course not, your croissant is getting cold the butter will not stick, the crusade will be a disappointment,  Moi Professor will put the cold pea soup down my rubber-boot to answer your question. Please take the word of a French-crusade man to allow the story to go on take your butter for your croissant.  But if you prefer mister, there can be a little tete-a-tete after the ride.

Tea. We can offer you the best tea from the ALPS of PERU. But of course Peru we offer this magnificent tea to you for the croissant on this crusade. The tea for your croissant will wet your appitite for more butter that is exported by donkeys down many treacherous mountain paths-ways to reach you this day for your crussade.

“Do Peruines even drink coffee?”

I tell you one more time mistuer. You must leave this vouyge at once!

“But I just”…Now I tell you again. You will lose your croissant! Take her butter! Now I tell you this crusade is ca-put.

Banana pancakes anyone.  But of course.

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I NEED HELP ANY HELP WILL DO

I need help

What kind of help?

Deterioration

Of the mind or of the body?

Both

Do you stretch like a warrior readying for battle?

Yeah

Do you keep your notes in order?

No

Well that’s your problem!

How is that my problem

You don’t know how to prioritize.

What!?

You need to learn that you need to know everything you do should be finalized before you do anything else!

That’s a lot of stuff

Priority precedence back burner front burner?

So basically I need a secretary

If that will fix your head. But what about your muscle and core?

Drink water and stretch like a Bastard

No! Warriors are not cartoon!

Bahahahah I didn’t mean that

Strength Agility Grace.

I allow my self to falter then

Yes!

I need help

Any help will do.

 

WHEN YOU FALL BACK/EGOCENTRIC

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WHEN YOU FALL BACK into an old routine, don’t give up on your own self so fast. You got where you were and you will get back and you already know it was not easy, something there like that. Failure is hard on certain people causing activity in your ego to act out.

My egocentric is acting out therefore I have lost control. I made a video and put it on YOUTUBE > title> Earth has 27 days to live.

What did one guitar say to the other?

Riff riff.

 

So I HAD TO CREATE A SYNOPSIS TAKE #5 MY STORY

SYNOPSIS

How long would it take anyone to read 279 pages? A synopsis is reading that 279 pages in five minutes or under.  A synopsis is like a T.V. guide only a much longer version allowing producers or agents to have a peek from top middle and bottom of your story enticing their creative abilities, this saves them hours and days of reading grueling script should it be boring.

After days of searching the net for any understanding of a synopsis I found an article telling me it is easy, just answer 10 questions then put the answers together. One page 500 words. But the questions are all about the MAIN CHARACTER! -(MC) So I gave it a shot. 494 words. I was beaming.

So I took #4 [two pages], along with #5, [one page] and let the readers decide. I was surprised to find they all liked all about the main character, but all preferred #4. A bit of everything.

You know in the end if we are as smart as we think we are we will start with a log line then a synopsis then the story.

 

 

GRANDPA HOW COME GRANDMA IS NOT HERE

“Grandpa how come grandma is not here? Did she go a way? did she get sick and die?”

Holy kid. How come every time you see me moving things around you ask me stuff. Maybe I will get that 50 cents back.

“No grandpa that was different, you didn’t teach me nothing with my [money tax] question.”

Good I will try again with this question.  “Grandpa, no, stop. Your face is going to make me laugh.”

Sounds a little to late. Here we go. Laugh it out. And while you’re doing that laugh more at I will take that fifty-cents again and this time charge you!, a quarter. 25 big cents.

“Haahaa.”

Guess what. You can laugh 75 cents right into my hand or I’ll tell you nothing about your grandma.  Yeah sounds more like it.

“How come the price went up. Grandpa that’s not fair.”

There is no fair here kid.  Just me and you and my honor, and on my honour I will have earned this 50 cents AND. 25 more big cents.

“Oh grandpa, you’re always trying to be smart or wright…Grandpa I said wright, don’t you get it? The brothers.  Grandpa. You told me this.”

Just hand over the money along with the tax.

“It better be good grandpa, it better not be like the tax lesson.

You paying me or what o-cheep-o.

“Hnhn, GRANDPA, don’t do that with your face. HAhahah.”

A least my eyes, are opened, not my mouth. You’re standing on the steps with your eyes closed and you’re mouth opened.

Yeah laugh some more.

Laugh you’re self to pieces.

I’ll pick you up off the floor.

“Grandpa you have one of those faces that people laugh at.”

Is that right.

“Grandpa yeah. Like if I didn’t know you, and I saw you, I would laugh.”

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“Grandpa not like that. Hahaa.”

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“Hahaha. Don’t do that with your eyes.”

Glad I make you happy.

“Grandpa no.”

I got work to do.

“Wait grandpa.”

You laugh yourself back up the steps and clean your room. And when that’s done…

“Okay grandpa, seriously tell me about grandma. Here, look, 75 cents.”

For What.

“Okay, grandpa look. 50 cents, for the story, and twenty-five cents tax. Now tell me, who is my grandma. Where did she go, did somebody take her. My friend’s mom died and went to heaven. He said he misses her a lot and grandpa he actually told me he cries to go to sleep.  He must miss her a lot. Hahahaa, grandpa, grandpa stop. You’re making your face look so sad like you’re going to cry.”

  1. Yup.
  2. Now here we go.
  3. It is sad.

Well what is it with you. You’re laughing like an idiot and some kid lost his grandma.

“No. No it’s your face. Grandpa… It’s like watching a move with your face.”

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“Grandpa it’s your eyes and your mouth, You’re like this. Hahahaa. grandpa you’re killing me.  grandpa you’re making me laugh.

When ever you’re ready kid. I’m outta here.

  • I still holding this stuff for the garage .
  • And your still acting like a retarded donkey.

“No no okay okay look, grandpa look, serious, serious. But don’t make me laugh with your face. Grandpa, come on, seriously, you have funny faces when I tell you things.”

Maybe you should stop telling me things.

“Okay grandpa, have a drink of water and come a sit at the table and tell me how come grandma is not here.”

First, I want to ask you a question.

Why is it that every time you see me with a heavy load of stuff in my arms you ask questions.  Tell me why…”Grandpa you said one question.”   We can quit talking any time you know…”Grandpa, I just want to know things, how am I to answer other people if I don’t know things. Grandpa asking is for stupid kids.”

Excuse me?  What’s stupid?  Kids?

“No grandpa, questions. Questions are stupid. Hahahaa. grandpa your face.”

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“Ha hahahaa. No grandpa stop. Don’t look at me like what.”

Is that right.

“Grandpa no. I don’t mean about grandmaaa. Grandpa never mind anything and tell me about grandma. Please, grandpa please tell me.

Fine! Your grandmother was, well still is, how can I say it, but of her mind.  She left on her own accord. She was afraid to be around children.

“Grandpa what does that even mean?”

There is three of her in her own head and they are always fighting who is here for the day or weeks running, some people would say. She would have some pretty rough days.

“What about you grandpa.”

Well I’m not crazy.

“No grandpa. I mean did she do anything to you.”

No. She tried.

“How did you stop her, did you hurt her?”

No. Just held her down and cried.

“Aw Grandpa I’m sorry.”
No. She’s the love of my life.

“Grandpa where is she now?”

Oh no you don’t kid. Not this one.

“Grandpa, seriously, is she in a small town stamping Envelopes. Room 327. Grandpa I just needed to know if I was right. I’m right, right grandpa? ROOM 327. That’s what it’s called right, I figured it out.”

Hey! I heard enough. You stay out of my stuff.

“Wait grandpa. I all ready have it written out.”

Give me it.

“Grandpa I can’t the teacher has it.”

Get it.

“Grandpa I can’t. My teacher went on a vacation to CUBA.”

Yeah I bet he did. Now guess what. This 75 cents is mine.

“Fine grandpa. But come see the picture I made for your story.”

Good god.

“Hahaaa, grandpa. Your face.”

[Scan room 327]

Holy kid! What are you doing.

“It’s okay grandpa, it’s just a picture.”

A picture of what.

“Nothing grandpa, it’s just a picture of Sally’s door with room 327 on it. I promise.”

That’s enough of my stuff kid. Well it better be.

“Oh grandpa there is only two more.”

What!    Listen.  Yeah okay laugh.

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#THETV/FILMRIGHTS MARKETPLACE ON WHAT IS NEW TODAY/I’LL SELL ALL RIGHTS THEN I’LL CRY

So I wrote a story and it goes like this.

ROOM 327 / NORA

Really, it’s about Frank. He is THE FRANK DOMINO right out of THE FLASK DRINKERS, story, the small village of Avonmore/MURRAY BARKLEY, who is THE MR. MURRAY BARKLEY himself, from Avonmore, diving straight into the story, HIGHNOON-BUZZERS

So this story is   ROOM 327 / NORA , is about.

[“LOVE” LUST & DANGER! MIXED WITH FUN]

Frank fell in to the role of owner {THE TRICONE INC.} making envelopes & boxes.  The towns people believe this and earn an honest living happily. When really, Frank is from a secret society where stamping out evil, no matter the form it arrives in.

Nora thinks. Plus Frank is freaking hot! ” He stands tall’, but he blows spit-balls. “He stands like an Indian warrior.” ride that cowboy

Frank took in this kid called Chris. He felt responsible for the death of the kids parents. He allows Chris to act as his right-hand man, running the production lines, of TRICONE INC.  This causes the kid to out weigh his authority running to Frank. The kid is 22.

Then one day Nora moves here, becomes proud owner of THE OLD FEED MILL.  Getting a job, working stamping envelopes.  Up until now Nora’s only problems are her two hidden personalities, always changing her mind, she believes this is what women do or they are not women. Innocent.

She can’t believe after all these years, stories of the old mill & Mr. & MRS. Wilson still become the talk of the town when Nora is around. They want inside. Do or die.

This day [DALLAS & CURRY] just arrived off the only bus that drives out that way twice a month. Where this fortunate, accidental meeting takes place, entwining them & herself to this cat and mouse game.

They are killers-this their bread & food. Roaming from town to town searching for the rich, teaching his son the in and out of the job. Only Curry has a mind of a child, and right now all he wants is suck-suck from Nora. Knuckle-head idiot bastard, falls in love with Nora-first sight and the only thing in his head is rape and murder with her.

Nora is always muttering about lots of things so lots of things go unnoticed. Or do they. She works for Frank who Loves her. But afraid to say. She’s so amusing. He wants love too.  Would she want him back? This is his big dilemma.  Or does he just want in the old feed mill too.

She keeps to herself, by herself, for herself. She believes herself to be nuts. Crazy. Innocent.

 Someone people would say. ANTAGONIST-ANTAGONIZE-ANTAGONISM ALL IN ONE.

Here is the thing.

  1. Be care full what you ask for.
  2. Every word has its proper meaning.
  3. Love lust & Danger come all together.

THE END.

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THE STORY IS WRITTEN & SO IS THE DICTIONARY

HIGH NOON          BUZZER

WITH OVER 1,365.OOO WORDS.

PICTURES WITH ART EVEN

They told me to turn this into three books. Book one is done! I left my guys in a field ready to war over an ordinary girl, with the brightest white of her eyes to be the cause.  But this girl is not just ordinary, she became a friend to these odd people ready to die for her.

I need to start book two. But then how can I blog? I don’t know.

Language Mars Words
You can understand us here

 

KIDS GETTING INTO TROUBLE

QUESTION

what should I write about?

THE ANSWER

KIDS GETTING INTO TROUBLE.

KIDS GETTING INTO TROUBLE. Then lets just see how much trouble they can get into. And please be advised>nobody mentioned an age<>That I am the writer in this ordeal the kids will range from the age of seven to 18., because by the time they are 19, they should be trying to be wiser than a kid. 19-year old’s in my book are not categorized under-KID. You will find them, in college, while the kids are getting into trouble.

One time I heard of these four kids that were out driving around having what they called fun, while drinking and driving getting into trouble by driving off a cliff with a 25 foot drop, trying to elude the law? It did not start out as trouble but surely ended in trouble. Then the same four kids changed the high school password for all the computers causing a whole stream of trouble for the school.

About seven of these kids found themselves in a great ship-load of trouble, after waking on a boat sailing out to SEA. No shore line in sight.

Now how in the world did these kids get themselves into this kind of trouble. KIDNAPPED. Just like that. Seven kids. Three of these kids were a brother and his two sisters. then to brothers-twins, and two friends, all these kids have been friends for seven years. Seven kids to be sold in HADES. SLAVES. They need workers. Strong healthy kids will bring in a good profit. The whiter the better.

The ship will finally dock in the PORT DU PRINCE where the kids will be bought as slaves. If this isn’t trouble then I don’t know what is. Until then, these long time family of friends haven’t the slightest idea as to what is going on and how they got into this kind of trouble! And is there anyone even on this ship with them? They even had their own complaints as to how they are Feeling and who to Blame and what’s to eat. Where the hell is frank? The guy offering the barbecue last night on the beach with free beer.

Three men ran the boat. But they did not speak English.  And the men were not white. They wore skirts with some kind of head-dress. A ring of feathers or something there like that, colourful arm bands, they didn’t even wear shoes. But they had spears.

One of the older boys in search of who is at the helm, if anyone, came upon the men and said, “Parlay vous onglaze”, the men pointed their spears, “je je je je je.” the one man said.   So the kid said. “Yeah?  Je je je to you to A-hole. He left out of there to report his findings to the others. Three men with knives on sticks he would tell the others not to frighten the two girls. The guys were nice like that to the girls always protecting them in or out of the house.  Now they are lost with nothing but water all around them and a crying kid. “Shhh. Don’t tell mom okay. We’re going to get you home.” “I want to go home now.” “What if I give you all my money when we get home, will you stop crying?”  “All of it?”  “Yeah all the brown ones. You can have all the brown money.” {pennies}.This always worked on his little sister. Why she even trades ten-dollar bills for all his change in his pockets. He has his little sister believing the oddest things. But at the same time he makes sure she is happy. He is a good big brother, and did not get them in this trouble. As the matter of face she did it to herself by sneaking off in the night, joined by her older sister, following the boys to the beach to a party, big brother brought his electric gituar and amplifier. This battery opperated. The girls loved to listen to big brother play. He played out in a band but they were never allow to go.

The youngest kid is seven. She is one of the sisters. After she calmed down she went on a search of her own, coming back with something. “Look what I found.” “what is it”, one of the boys said. “A gold watch.” He takes it from her small hand. “That’s not a watch. It’s a compass.”  “what’s that?” “It will give us an idea to where we are. Can I use it for a minute? I’ll give it back.” “Will it take us home?”  “No.”  “Then I don’t want it back, it’s stupid.” She ran off crying again to go home.

One of the other boys, taking this all very, very serious.  “How can you even think of eating. Our mom’s are going to kill us.”  “Have another beer.” Someone said, “you’re scaring the little girls.”   “You don’t know my mom. I’m going to get killed, my mom is going to be pissed. Then your mom is going to kick my ass.

Outside these kids getting into trouble. They are planning out the situation at hand, taking a cold hard look at what may have happened>them stealing a very large boat and now lost at sea with the girls. This is a very big mistake they are sure of it.   But right now they have hang-overs that need to be dealt with. so they can think!

They found some food. lots to drink. Sleeping quarters were ready, expecting them. Not all of them. Just the boys. {The girls are a massive streak of GOLD.} Playing cards were on the table and cases of beer are piled in the one corner.  They search every inch of this ship finding valueable sport-gear they consider weapons.

Kids get in trouble

  • by not think
  • by not understanding
  • by not caring
  • by not knowing.

Even if you ask all the right questions, trouble can be waiting for you to come a long.  At least, this is what happened to these kids ages from 7- 14. And all the boys just turned 18 within a month or two of each other over the summer, not quite the drinking age to get into bars. But the twins shared a phony ID and would go sometimes sneaking out booze for the others.

A lot of things happen to the kids, with the kids, by the kids, during the whole trip, right  up until they docked.  They even found out how they came to be on this boat. A betrayal in friendship is the very cause of this trouble for these seven kids.

They fall into the hands of a man called the PEACEMAN. Who saves them from one slavery to his own. The difference is the kids are ALL together still.

1,100.54 miles from home. Boys oh boys oh boy are they in trouble or what?

THE GUYS THE CRIME THE ODYSSEY

They are smart boys they are fun boys they are in trouble boys.

They make it home safe and sound you’ll never believe how.

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