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When you're down and out, remind yourself that you're on top of things. This video might be inappropriate for some viewers due to profanity, but if you don't have an issue with profanity, take a look at this video. It's HILARIOUS!!
PROJECT #1: Love in Ruins
There are people who want to ruin the lives of others for their own personal gain, and when twenty-four-year-old Ashleigh Whitfield becomes the target of one of these evil eyes, her destiny quickly changes.
PROJECT #2: Wanted in Time
Over the past year, I have been working on my first screenplay titled, Wanted in Time. It is about a man who is cryogenically frozen for over a century as a part of a Witness Protection Program and awakens to discover his life is still in danger.
MOTIVATIONAL POST: Raindrops
GSU Part-time Instructor Aleq Boyk - "Not one single raindrop believes it is responsible for the flood." Meaning: Many people do not take responsibility for their actions. "Let's change that."
MOTIVATIONAL POST: Status Quo
Everyone is unique, that's obvious. A lot of women claim they are "The Baddest" and a large number of men claim they are "The Realest" "The Hardest" and so on. Honestly, and this is blatant fact and not my opinion, no one will ever know who the "Baddest", "Realist", or "Hardest" person on this planet is.
ABOUT JAZMIN ASHLEE
At her young age, who would have thought writing would be the road she would take in life? Only God knew and He shared His wisdom through her mind and soul. And throughout her childhood development, Jazmin continued to express everything she felt, thought, and saw on paper and soon enough, a writer was born.
January 25, 2012
January 24, 2012
Life Saver!
When I thought all was lost, I found "all". About a year ago I had a blog with Go Daddy. I know it sounds like I'm about to trash them, but I'm not. Especially because they have a really great service. But I had a blog with them with a WHOLE BUNCH of posts that I dedicated about two years on and then all of a sudden my posts were gone. There was no trace of them and foolish me didn't save them.
Luckily, one of my subscribers had ALL the posts in his inbox. Can you believe that? Anyway, I got him to email me all of my old posts and so now I'm in the process of adding them back to my blog under their original dates.
So, for all of my new readers, you can look back in history and see what was going through my mind three years ago. Thank you so much FAVORITE SUBSCRIBER for keeping the posts in your inbox and sending them to me, saving my hard work and healing a broken heart!
Luckily, one of my subscribers had ALL the posts in his inbox. Can you believe that? Anyway, I got him to email me all of my old posts and so now I'm in the process of adding them back to my blog under their original dates.
So, for all of my new readers, you can look back in history and see what was going through my mind three years ago. Thank you so much FAVORITE SUBSCRIBER for keeping the posts in your inbox and sending them to me, saving my hard work and healing a broken heart!
January 21, 2012
Wanted in Time
Over the past year, I have been working on my first screenplay titled, Wanted in Time. It is about a man who is cryogenically frozen for over a century as a part of a Witness Protection Program and awakens to discover his life is still in danger.
I have learned so much during my master's program (MFA Creative Writing) at Full Sail University where I created this story. As you already know, I write books and am the author of the mystery/thriller/romance novel, Love in Ruins. And now I have added screenwriting to my list of skills. And trust, this skill is going nowhere! You'll see my works plastered on TV screens (<<< that's called confidence) and you'll love it, I'm sure.
Anyway, I completed Wanted in Time and am sending it off to producers nationwide. I was able to get my book published, so I believe my screenplay can be produced as well.
I'll keep you guys updated.
I have learned so much during my master's program (MFA Creative Writing) at Full Sail University where I created this story. As you already know, I write books and am the author of the mystery/thriller/romance novel, Love in Ruins. And now I have added screenwriting to my list of skills. And trust, this skill is going nowhere! You'll see my works plastered on TV screens (<<< that's called confidence) and you'll love it, I'm sure.
Anyway, I completed Wanted in Time and am sending it off to producers nationwide. I was able to get my book published, so I believe my screenplay can be produced as well.
I'll keep you guys updated.
October 19, 2011
Moment of Death
What'll be the last sound you hear before you die? Do you think you've heard it before but brushed it off and as you die you think, "Oh, how ironic"? These are just a few questions that are flowing down the stream in my brain. And before these questions drown, I'll rescue them and give them the satisfaction of my opinionated answer.
I'm not too sure what the last sound I'll hear will be. As a romantic, I'd hope it would be my lover's last words, telling me he loves me. But that's mostly in movies, right? Yup. In reality, if my dream death doesn't work out, I believe the last sound I'll hear is the pounding sound of a headache I instantaneously formed as the blood rushes through my veins, and my heart beats abnormally fast. I probably won't be able to hear anything other than that.
I wonder if I'll die in some sort of explosion and will be missing pieces of my body like an arm or a foot. I don't even think I'll feel it. It'll be like ol' dude on Major Payne when he tells Damon Wayans he can't feel his legs ("Bubba, they ain't there!"). And to my left there'd be my arm just twitching away. In my mind, I'd be thinking, "How cool is that!" and then "GASP! That's my freakin' arm!" Vice versa.
What brought me to this post was the fact that my MacBook Pro died. And when it died, it gave off this detonating bomb sound. I thought my life was over. Not because the thing died. But because I thought I was about to die. The sound was so surreal. My heart was beating fast like a freakin' drum line competition and the butterflies in my stomach woke up and starting flying around, going apesh**. It was ridiculous.
And usually people say your life flashes before you. But it was the exact opposite. Death flashed before me, if that makes any sense. But, my MacBook Pro is alive, and so am I, so I suppose I'll meet death another time.
I wonder if I'll die in some sort of explosion and will be missing pieces of my body like an arm or a foot. I don't even think I'll feel it. It'll be like ol' dude on Major Payne when he tells Damon Wayans he can't feel his legs ("Bubba, they ain't there!"). And to my left there'd be my arm just twitching away. In my mind, I'd be thinking, "How cool is that!" and then "GASP! That's my freakin' arm!" Vice versa.
What brought me to this post was the fact that my MacBook Pro died. And when it died, it gave off this detonating bomb sound. I thought my life was over. Not because the thing died. But because I thought I was about to die. The sound was so surreal. My heart was beating fast like a freakin' drum line competition and the butterflies in my stomach woke up and starting flying around, going apesh**. It was ridiculous.
And usually people say your life flashes before you. But it was the exact opposite. Death flashed before me, if that makes any sense. But, my MacBook Pro is alive, and so am I, so I suppose I'll meet death another time.
September 13, 2011
New Project: Novel #2
I'm still fishing around in my brain for a title to this new novel I'm writing, but I have the blurb down. You'll find it below. Current status on this project is: 35% complete.
Untitled Novel:
Butnothing, not even her striking beauty or charming persona, can hide the truehorror of her being. In a fear-provoking reality, Austin finds himself fightingfor love, power and last breaths…
Untitled Novel:
Soon-to-be college graduate, AustinBlake, finds himself torn between living the life his family has laid out forhim and fighting for his own. When an unforeseen car accident forces him tomeet a mysterious woman, he finds himself captivated by her vibrant personalityand extravagant beauty; ripping him from the standards of life he’s alwaysknown.
The young woman, Maya Strauss,has tightly embraced in the confinements of her mind, a secret comparable to noother. When her unrevealed identitybecomes known, she does what she believes is necessary to protect it.
July 25, 2011
Them Darn Hillbillies!
As fast as they could go, my feet rhythmically hit the soft dirt. The brown earth moves and fills the space between my toes as I squish it with my steady heal-to-toe movement. Fear-filled eyes release droplets of clear liquid as I hear the growing footsteps behind me.
Flowing with the wind, my hair persistently flaps against the hair-raised skin of my neck and ears. Afraid to look back, I gasp for air as it quickly enters and leaves the small opening of my mouth. The thumping in my chest informs me of my decreasing energy. They’re gaining. There is nowhere to hide.
With their rugged clothing and deformed, grinning faces, the hillbillies increase their strength and speed. And soon, the distance between us disappears. I slowly fade away. Deprived of safety, deprived of living, I am stolen. I am lost. I am forgotten.
My eyes suddenly open. The beating of my heart mixes with the butterflies swarming within my stomach. Searching the room, I catch my breath. The soft sunlight peaking through the window along with the adjacent tall and burgundy armoire provides familiarity. I am awake.
Deeply exhaling, I realize it was a dream. A nightmare.
Against the soft, baby blue sheets, I slowly turn and gaze upon the screen of the iHome sitting atop my nightstand. 7:13 AM. Terrified, I begin to contemplate. Why do I keep having this dream? There is no answer. Alone in my two-bedroom apartment, I hope and pray I never have this dream again.
Flowing with the wind, my hair persistently flaps against the hair-raised skin of my neck and ears. Afraid to look back, I gasp for air as it quickly enters and leaves the small opening of my mouth. The thumping in my chest informs me of my decreasing energy. They’re gaining. There is nowhere to hide.With their rugged clothing and deformed, grinning faces, the hillbillies increase their strength and speed. And soon, the distance between us disappears. I slowly fade away. Deprived of safety, deprived of living, I am stolen. I am lost. I am forgotten.
My eyes suddenly open. The beating of my heart mixes with the butterflies swarming within my stomach. Searching the room, I catch my breath. The soft sunlight peaking through the window along with the adjacent tall and burgundy armoire provides familiarity. I am awake.
Deeply exhaling, I realize it was a dream. A nightmare.
Against the soft, baby blue sheets, I slowly turn and gaze upon the screen of the iHome sitting atop my nightstand. 7:13 AM. Terrified, I begin to contemplate. Why do I keep having this dream? There is no answer. Alone in my two-bedroom apartment, I hope and pray I never have this dream again.
