Unconditionally is finally alive!

I noticed that several authors had placed their screenplays up on Kindle and Smashwords and figured why not? So here it is. And it's free for a limited time. So enjoy...

Lew Hunter, author of Screenwriting 434 read it and wrote 'Wow!' on the cover after he read it.

Award winning? Yes. In RWA's Screenwriting Chapter, Scriptscene.

If you've never read a screenplay before it's a different experience. It helps if you're a visual person when you read one.

It's a drama about unconditional love...there are some tender moments in there where the character's react to what is happening in their lives.

Trying to convert it to the different formatting venues was a challenge. Happily, Zoe Winters gave much shorter and simpler directions to convert to Amazon than anyone else. If you want to epublish get her book, "Smart Self-Publishing" available on Kindle. I have it on my hand-held Kindle, but also downloaded the free PC Kindle so I could look at each page individually.

You can get a free copy here until May 17th. The coupon code is ZZ87T.

Enjoy! And if you like it, how about a review?

In Between

I've been in a semi-fog since last Friday.

I had to do a errand, was hungry and needed to check my mail.

Three little tasks, and I only needed to leave the car once.

The car interior was warm when I got inside and it felt so good. It seems like I've been cold for ages. Even my blood temperature is low, so just sitting inside felt like a rare treat.

The first task was easy, then I drove to get a burger and even that was easy. I pulled into the parking lot after my purchase, enjoyed the meal and the warmth of the day had me putting my head back and just resting.

About thirty minutes later my hubby called. "Where are you?" "At McDonald's parking lot." "What are you doing there?" "I got a burger and now I'm resting. I have to stop at the post office and then I'll come home." He was okay with that answer.

Driving to the post office, I felt really tired. So, I parked outside the door closest to my post office box and rested my head back against the headrest. I just didn't have the energy to go inside. I sat there awhile, a long while, then finally went inside and emptied my box.

I dumped the mail on the passenger's seat and leaned back in the car seat. I was exhausted. I rested my head again, and instead of feeling the warmth inside the car, I started to shiver. I was cold and my body started to shiver. Finally feeling that I needed to get home as soon as possible, I drove slowly home.

Once home, I threw myself in bed and started to shiver like there was no tomorrow. It took a long while to finally stop.

So, since Friday, I've felt 'out of it' and hung close to bed. I don't know what the shivering was all about, but I've had it happen to me at a RWA Conference one year.

Today, I 'feel' great. I still get tired easily, need to rest often, but it's as if the cobwebs have been banished from my brain. And I'm not cold.

So, I figure it's like this.

There will be days of clairty, days of dullness and days in between. What I need to do is not let the dark days get me down. Because if I let them grab hold of me, I might not see the sunshine days for what they are. Yesterday's title would have worked great for today, but my brain was apparently 'in between' and I didn't recognize it.

A Pin Held Me Together

Last year at the RWA Nationals, in the goody room, one author had these as giveaways. There was a little cover of her book hanging from the pin. I picked one up as I thought it was a nice gesture.

Little did I know.

I had two, then one drainage bags for the past ten days. When I got home from the hospital, I used this pin to hang the bags on my pants waistband. It was the only safety pin I could find in the house.

How appropriate. I can't remember the name of the author, and really would like to thank her, for several reasons. Why did she use this as a giveaway? Was her book about a cancer survivor or did it have to do with her?

Whatever her reasons, it came to use. It reminded me each time I touched the pin, that I wasn't alone. Someone out there, a stranger to me, gave me comfort.

This cancer thing is so new to me. I have strangers praying for me, online friends reaching out to comfort me. Just knowing that there are people out there willing to share online hugs and prayers brings tears to my eyes. When you're most scared, you can rely on an invisible hug or pat on the back for getting through another day in a positive mood.

So, after yesterday's doctor appointment, the results are:

Get a PET SCAN.

See a cardiologist, I have one of those.

See a nephrologist, I have one of those as well.

Get a port installed in my chest. Wouldn't it be funny later on to get a little pink ribbon tattooed there. I might consider that for later on.

Results of the PET scan determines what course of chemotherapy I will need. The radiation also depends on those results.

A nurse is responsible for making all my appointments, and from what I heard from my surgeon, I'm booked for next Thursday and Friday.

My hubby is feeling great that there is a plan in action.

I'm still feeling sore, and have great empathy for anyone who gets stabbed in the chest. That sucker still hurts. So, the cancer itself doesn't give you any pain, it's the treatment!

As for the lovely cancer pin, they are available from Oriental Trading. Again, many thanks to the author.

Some days are not happy days...

I couldn't find a neat clipping or drawing for today's post. I woke up past my wake-up time and was close to an hour late draining my drainage bags. These two dangling darlings are not fun.

Today was an office visit at the surgeons, so I had to shower, dry the hair, dry off the dangling darlings and put on a blouse. Why can't we wear our pajamas to the doctor's office?

The dear hubby drove me the block to the office, and he waited in the lobby while I went into the examing room, where I immediately put my head back and fell asleep.

My doctor interrupted the beginning of my dream, and I should have stayed asleep. He showed me my test results. I officially have 9 of 20 axillary lymph nodes positive for metastatic carcinoma. He said the results were 'bizarre,' and that's not a word you want to hear from your surgeon. Then he asked me why I was draining my bags every day at the same time??? Both his nurse and I rolled our eyes. Then he caught on that I was told to do it when I was discharged from the hospital.

I have an appointment with the oncologist on Thursday to determine what is going to happen next.

My dear hubby and son at home are treating me awfully nice. That's what worries me the most.

My chant 'I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.' is hard to do today. I imagine that I will have more of these days in my future.

An online friend stated today that I had 'tremendous grace'...I hope I don't let her down.

Fat Tuesday - Some gals have all the fun!

These are some brave girls!

But Mardi Gras in Louisiana is always fun. Some towns, like Lafayette, usually have three parades on this day. The Kids, the Queen, and the King parades. Smaller towns have just one parade.

You hear kids and adults shout at the floats, "Throw me something!"

People throw anything from beads, plastic cups, small stuffed animals, candy, and even miniature Moon Pies. One year I threw out five thousand! My arm was sore for three days. It was so much fun. But not when it's raining. My feet were in four inches of water as the float didn't have holes in the floor to drain out.

It's a custom that has spread across Louisiana, even north Louisiana. Believe it or not, it's like two different states. The southern part is definitely French speaking, and just north of the middle of the state are the rednecks. (Sorry if it offends.) My daughter married one, and since he has that 'twang' when he speaks, sometimes I don't understand what he is saying, and that's just ten miles north of us.

I thought my grandkids would be safe from the 'twang' until I had to pick up my granddaughter at school when she was in the first grade. As I walked to her classroom, I could hear..."One, Two, But-ton My Shoe" all in the 'twang'--I knew she was doomed then. And yes, I wasn't wrong.

LOL

So have a happy one! We all deserve to have fun in life.

The Titanic - Cajun Humor

One thing about Cajun's, they have a marvelous sense of humor.
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If you have the time, visit this site...and wait until it downloads until you watch the whole thing.

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You'll never view Titanic the same.

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There's nothing like a good laugh. Especially, if you can laugh at yourself.

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So, sit back and watch PooPoo Broussard's rendition of a moving scene from that movie.

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And no, I didn't make that name up...