Sunday, August 25, 2013

FOREVERY YOUNG- it's Sunday morning

It's Sunday morning to be precise it's 9:37 am. I am thinking about what I should do today. There are so many avenues I can take, but there is always one that sticks in my mind, and that is to work on my script that I've been writing for two years.

The reason being, it was written with the idea of becoming a TV series, and it did win in a major script competition in the TV category, not the whole series, I just wrote a pilot one. But I figured if someone liked it, they would option to buy it, then write and produce it.  One can dream, right..

I also have a partner that is 86 years old, and he came up with the idea, and of course I embellished on that and came up with the storyline, and wrote the script. But now I 'm revising it to be a full script for film, rather then for TV, which takes me more time then most, because of this nagging injury I still have,  and unfortunately will never go away, so I've coped.. what else can one do..

And off to review, which I've already had one critique, with some very good advice and suggestions..

And since it's a beautiful day here, I will  try to sit outside for a little while, and just breathe in all the beauty around me, and hope wherever you live, the sun is shining as well.

Therefore, this beautiful sunny day, will always be FOREVER YOUNG.

Friday, August 23, 2013


Well hope everyone is doing good.  It's been a while I know, but this summer has definitely been a trying one, because I had to say goodbye to some loved ones.

Just lost my brother-in-law, only 56 years old. Too young to die. My husband is taking it pretty hard, since he is the oldest of nine, and took care of his younger siblings. And I'll always remember him as a young boy in my wedding, with his long blond hair, and how he loved to eat.

And before we received this shocking news, I had lost my uncle, my mother's brother a few weeks before, he was 92 ...And when I was a young teen, he would visit our house on Saturdays, and bring vegetables and fruit from the market to my mother.. he just liked to get dressed up everyday.

And if you remember my last entry, I lost my mom last year, but I just buried her ashes a month ago at the cemetery, reliving it all over again, but now I can visit her often, and can talk to her anytime and no pun intended, she can't holler at me, or we can't disagree, but we also can't laugh together either, yet for some reason when I had her ashes with me, it was difficult to look at, because I just didn't want to believe she was really gone... But I fulfilled her final wish, and now I have closure. She also lived a long life, 88 1/2 years old.

Well that's about it, and hopefully the next time I make an entry on my blog, I will have some great and funny stories to share with you.

Thank you for understanding why I had to write this, for my heart can only take so much pain, and this is my way of letting go.