Kindle Promotion: 3 of my books for free

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I’m giving away 3 of my books for free. Next 5 days only.
 
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My last novel, The Search for Happiness:
 
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The Joy and Pain of writing a novel

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Writing a novel is really hard work. When the words are flowing on to the page it is a fantastic feeling but when you are staring at a blank screen it is absolute torture.

After I finished my first novel I told myself I would never write another one, it simply took up too much of my time. It is not just the time you spend writing but you have to spend a lot of time thinking. You think about the characters, the storyline, plot development, conversations it becomes all consuming. It is a lot of pain you go through to write something that long and at the end you don’t even know if anyone will read it.

The satisfaction of finishing a novel is amazing though! You just have to go through the struggles and the hard work to get there. I find writing a children’s book a lot better process because you can make sure every word is exactly as it needs to be. When you are writing a novel, however, there are so many words to manage and look after that you can’t get everything right. If you were that painstaking about it I don’t think you would ever finish or be happy with it.

I have just finished my second novel, “The Search for Happiness,” and I am really proud of it. I think you can’t just be a writer and just write though. You have to live life just as much to be able to write about life. I now have to explain to friends and family why I haven’t seen them for the last 6 months. I think any other writers out there will understand just how difficult the process is. It can be absolute torture. Is it really all worth it though? If someone enjoys what you have written after all the hard work you have put into it, then yes, absolutely it was worth it!

Balance 2060

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Here is an idea I had for a sci-fi novel. Never got around to writing it, still think it’s a good idea though!

 

Balance

14 chapters

2,000 words each

2 worlds – utopia & dystopia

After 5 years old children are determined if they are going to utopia or dystopia

1 family with a boy and girl. The girl goes to dystopia the boy goes to utopia

A man single parent mother died tries to reunite his family

The year is 2060

Dystopia is full of suicide, death, violence

Utopia is the perfect world

The government wants to destroy the dystopian world. But if they destroy dystopia will the utopia cease to exist?

DIS (stralis) where the bad people go.

The father left his child and wife and now lives in dystopia. The boy will remain in utopia with his mother.  The brother & sister have a universal pull.

The council do not believe people change.  Once they reach the age of 5 they are assessed and taken to either of the two worlds.

End of chapter one army guy and daughter are taken to dystopia where she is placed with her father.

They have a long journey ahead.

Father embarks on a journey to reunite his family. Is he in fact a changed man?

Guide: enteraining, action, comedy.

15 chapters of 2,000 words.

Haven’t we always had two worlds on earth? Go back through history. The haves and the have nots. Yes but that was never distinguished by good people and bad people. A good society and a bad society. Who is ever entirely good? And who is ever entirely evil?

First 5 chapters, set up world, characters and story.

Why don’t people from dystopia get taken  to utopia? Why is it only a one way world, and people only get taken away from utopia?

What are you doing dad? Dancing. Why? Because we have to find joy in the world we are living in. Dancing brings me joy. Feel the spirit inside yourself as you dance and release it around you, then we can share it.

 

There are two societies in earth

 

Her eyes swell. Liquid fills her eyes. She keeps blinking because she doesn’t want to acknowledge the tears. She doesn’t want to acknowledge the reality. The truth that she has been burying for years, is finally upon her. She can no longer hide from it. As the tear slowly crawls down her cheek she wipes it away. Her body chills. Deep, heavy sobs. Guttural cries. She is now unable to breathe as her sinuses fill. She grabs a tissue and blows her nose.

“I’m sorry Julia, we’ve been instructed to take her. You know the rules.”

“Do you know who my father is? He is on the council of the two worlds.”

“He is well aware of the situation.”

The armed man takes the hand of a 5 year old girl and walks her out of the house.

He lifts her up and places her in the front seat of an armoured vehicle.

“Make sure you put your seat belt on missy.”

“Where am I going?”

The man looks into the distance. He has a vacant stare. In a low murmur he says, “we are going to see your father.”

“I have a daddy?” The girl responds.

The armed officer looks surprised but he doesn’t respond to her. “Belt on, we have a long ride ahead.”

Julia looks up to the sky, “The Gods, please save my child.”

Matter Short Film Script

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Matter
Below is a short film I wrote but never actually filmed.

Character Bios

Angel

Angel has had a tough life. His father was an alcoholic. He used to beat his mother. He left her and ended up raising another kids parents. His father was not in his life growing up. He has a lot of unresolved anger within him. He got into trouble from a young age. He would get into fights constantly.  Women loved him, he hated them and treated them like shit. He never respected them. He has a wife and 3 kids, he constantly abuses her, physically and emotionally. She loves him. He had just returned from 12 months in jail for aggravated assault. He got into an argument earlier with his wife about the guns he carries in the house..he grabbed a knife from the kitchen and he killed her.  He is in constant denial that he killed her, maybe he doesn’t even believe he killed her. His mother brought him up as a devout catholic, no matter the evil he does, he always goes to church on Sunday. He believes in God.

Detective Jackson

Detective Jackson, has been a homicide cop for a while. He has as evidence a knife that was used to kill Angel’s wife. There is no DNA evidence though. The three children saw Angel kill their mother. They are 2, 4 and 8. The 8 year old told detective Jackson what happened. He originally said it was a family friend who killed his mom, but then he said it was his father. Angel’s aunt has since convinced the family that the son will not testify. The only way detective Jackson will get a conviction is if he gets a confession from Angel. It is now 3 weeks since the murder.

Jackson married his childhood sweetheart. They were together since high school, they married when they were 24. He absolutely loved her. He did everything for her. She left him, he has never gotten over it. He is jaded with life. Every time he puts away scum he puts away the guy that his wife left him for. See Jackson was too safe for her, too kind, too nice, she left him for a smooth talking drug dealer, a petty crim, who excited her. They have since moved interstate. He has never seen her since they left. He has no children, although he’s always wanted to.

As the interrogation goes on detective Jackson realises he will not get a confession from Angel.. he starts to question the value of his own life..and whether losing his life to end Angel’s would matter… secretly he wants Angel’s life .. he wants what he never had.. a wife that loved him as much as she did..3 children..
Opening shot of white board..

Black pen writes a list…love..happiness..memories..friends..caring..hope…humanity..children..innocence
We only see the back of the man..

Cut

Interrogation scene

Detective Jackson

What matters to you?

Angel

A lot of things…

Angel is wearing the same jacket as the man writing on the board..

Jackson

Like what?

Angel

My wife..my family..my parents..

Jackson

Your kids?

Angel

Yeah my kids

Jackson

What about when you were younger?

Angel

Nothing mattered to me back then…

Jackson

And that’s why you have such a long history of violence… Look at this record.. assault..battery..theft..antisocial behaviour

 

Angel

And you didn’t make those mistakes when you were a younger B?

Jackson

No..

Angel

you lived a charmed life right..had good role models.. good parents that were around.. good education

Jackson

No.. I never had parents.. They were always at work…I was left to my own…devices

Angel

But you did spend your life helping people…I can see it in your eyes.. you are jaded detective, because assholes like me get everything that you want.

Jackson

What have you got Angel, a dead wife, distraught children, an impending death penalty.. Naah thats not what I want.

Angel

You were one of those nice guys in school that got no play, and now your bitter and twisted, that.. shit I was probably banging your girl while you were stuck home alone..and now you got to take it out on me when I got nothing to do with what you are talking about.

Jackson

Choices, Angel, life all comes down to choices. And those choices lead to the position we are both in.

Angel

That is true… that was a choice I made.. a choice that you wish you did.. that you wish you could.. but you didn’t…

Jackson

When you murdered your wife, in front of your kids.

Angel

I don’t know what you are talking about.

 

Jackson

Let it off your chest Angel, I can see its getting to you, you want to tell someone, you want to repent for your sins. I know your daddy was never around <sarcasm> I know you’ve had a tough life<sarcasm> You had every right to kill her, she was pissing you off, she wouldn’t listen to you. You are a man, you are a strong man, so just confess your sins, and you’ll be cleansed.

Angel

You’re not my priest. You are just a pathetic man. I see that ring on your finger, but I don’t see a happily married man, I see a lonely, desperate man.

Jackson looks away, trying not to engage.

This isn’t about me.

Angel

She left you didn’t she.

Jackson

You don’t value life, do you Angel.

Angel

I love my family, I love my wife, I love my kids.

Jackson

You don’t love yourself though do you Angel… and… Well… you have to value yourself… before you can value something else

Angel

You’re a lonely man detective, trying to place your own insecurities on someone else.

Jackson

If you strip everything away from your life…everything that doesn’t matter…what are you left with…

Angel looks back blankly

Jackson stares him down

Angel

You love helping people don’t you detective, but how do you help people when you are in such desperate need of help yourself, I can see it all over yourself…You’re the one that needs help…You’re wife left you, you sit in the corner of your bedroom, alone at night, with your revolver in your mouth, hoping one day to pull the trigger… you lost your wife and now you want to seek revenge on me..and put me away for you losing your wife.. I had nothing to do with it… While I was in prison that whore was banging guys all over the neighbourhood, one of them did it, it wasn’t me.

Jackson

You hated your wife didn’t you. Like you hated life.

Angel

I don’t hate life…or death… unlike you… you are so afraid of death you could never make a decision involving life and death. Could you? You are too weak. You are a weak man, and guys like me end your life.

Jackson

Is that a threat?

Angel

You are so afraid of death, so afraid of what might come, you can’t even live in the moment. That’s why your wife left you didn’t she?

Jackson

Tell me Angel, tell me why you killed your wife, your own son told me he saw you stab her in the kitchen. He asked you why you stabbed mommy. Your…own…son…8 years old and he sees his dad kill his mother… what hope does he have in his life now.

Angel

I love my wife

Jackson

I understand Angel, I understand that a man can be pushed to do certain things, things he never ever considered, but a man has a breaking point. A tipping point, and if you get pushed far enough, then maybe you will do what you once thought you wouldn’t.

Angel

Trying to nail me for something I never did isn’t going to improve your life detective. You’ll never get back your wife, I’ll never get back mine, but I control my life, I control what happens, you don’t. That’s the difference between me and you detective. I don’t have to watch my back, while your constantly watching yours, afraid of what might happen. Well you’ve come after the wrong guy.

 

 

Jackson

Just confess Angel. You’ll feel better.

Angel

I got nothing left to say. I want my lawyer.

Angel puts his head on the desk, his arms around it, as if he is sleeping.

Jackson walks out of the interrogation room in disgust.

Shit

Jackson walks away in disgust knowing he didn’t get the confession he needed to get nail Angel as the killer. He is going to walk free.

Final scene

man continues writing on board.. Violence..sex..hate..small things..arguments…fame…celebrity…work..other peoples lives..

Man puts down black pen, picks up a red pen and pauses for a minute… the camera pans out…there are two lists…on the left violence etc on the right love etc… We can’t see what it says at the top of the lists… He can’t decide which column to write in… Then finally at the bottom of hope he writes “death” camera pulls back…<we only see angels black jacket in shot>

At the top of the white board… the two columns say.. What matters in life…what doesn’t matter in life… he wrote “death” in what matters in life..

As he walks away camera pulls further out…and a man lays on the floor dead it is Angel sans jacket…the man puts on his gloves he walks out of the shot… We see his face… it’s detective Jackson…dressed in Angels jacket..in the end he became Angel..to kill him.

Lost Sketches

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Below is some sketch comedy outlines I submitted for a TV show. They didn’t make the cut but I still think they are pretty funny!

 

Jesus gets Bounced

Everyone is lined up to get into the hottest club in Jerusalem. Jesus gets stopped from getting into a club by a bouncer.
Don’t you know who I am?
I’m sorry sir, please step aside.
The bouncer spots Judas and points him out, waving him over, “Hey Judas come on in.”
Judas how could you. [Judas steps behind the red rope] Sorry Jesus I know the owner.
Mary Magdalene walks straight through. The bouncer says Hi Mary, and gives her a kiss.
“Really? Mary? That is the standard here? Come on,” Jesus says in disgust.
What about me, I promised all my disciples a good time tonight.
Sorry sir but we must keep the ratio of women to men in here, we don’t want it to become a sausage factory.
I was going to walk on water tonight.
That’s what they all say after a few drinks.
Are you hungry? Do you like fish
I’m sorry sir I do not take bribes.
Who do you think you are god?

The Emotional Baggage Claim

Two women sit together on an aeroplane, they walk through airport lounge. Sign above says ‘Emotional Baggage Claim” Level one. They reach the baggage claim, where they are greeted by a woman. Do you have your baggage claim receipt. Yes, She says and hands it over. Okay lets see what you’ve got here, daddy issues, trust issues, childhood neglect, abusive relationship, here you are madam. She hands over a very heavy bag.  She struggles to carry it as she walks away. The other woman looks on horrified. A man gives his receipt, Anger issues for you sir, she hands him a boxing gear bag, thanks for flying with us. The next women in line nervously hands in her receipt. I am sorry miss, it seems we have lost your baggage. Oh Thank God! She exclaims. I guess I no longer have a resentful mother.

The lonely sock Adoption Agency
Someone owns a sock adoption agency. They place socks that have previously been orphaned, found by themselves without their pair in the dryer. Mother Sock places these socks in new homes and pairs them up with new partners.
A couple walk into the store looking to adopt a sock.
Anything you are looking for in particular?
Well I hope we can be discreet about this but we would much prefer a black sock.
Sir, I will not stand for any discrimination against any of my socks, they all deserved to be placed in a strong loving family and given a chance to flourish.
Yes but, well I lost one of my socks and it was black, and needs to be paired again, he is quite lonely, hasn’t been worn in months, just sitting in the back of my cupboard.
I understand, tell me more about this sock, stripes, patterns, 100% cotton?

Gangsta with Toilet Paper Issues

A drug kingpin walks through shopping centre with a bag of groceries in his left hand and a 16 pack of toilet paper on his right shoulder. His second in command confronts him.

What are you doing man? We are trying to run these streets. How will people fear us if you are walking around in public with toilet paper on your shoulder?
Well it doesn’t fit in a plastic bag.
Why did you have to get 16 rolls?
It’s cheaper to buy in bulk
Ridiculous man
Well it runs out.
What if del gato saw you out here looking like this?
The confrontation escalates.
Well did you at least buy some tissues as well, we are out of tissues. <end>

The Invention of the Phone

A man travels from the future back to when Alexander bell invented the phone. Alexander Bell is excited, he just invented the phone! The man dressed in modern day clothes is relieved he’s here, he looks at his “time machine/watch” and then yells out, “Alexander Bell stop right there. I can’t take these photos of girls in the bathroom, I can’t take all these photos of food. It is out of control it has to stop.”
“What are you talking about? I just invented the phone.”
“You don’t understand in the future girls use it to take endless photos of themselves, with these horrible duck faces, in their bathrooms.”
“But it’s a phone, you use it to talk to someone else.”
You have no idea what you just started mate.
He also tries to explain the internet, and people no longer talking to each other in real life because of the phone. Alexander Bell becomes flustered and loses all excitement. The man shops him a new phone, Bell loves it, is engrossed with it and begins ignoring the man.

Doctor who talks like a Reality TV Show host
A patient goes to see a doctor to get his test results.  The doctor used to host a reality TV program. He keeps speaking like a TV host. He places an inordinate amount of pauses between the words in his sentences. He keeps delaying giving his patient the results and dragging it out and the patient becomes increasingly frustrated.

Becoming Unemployed at an employment assistant agency
A woman is instructing job seekers on life. You have to never give up. You need to get up in the morning with a reason to live. You can’t just accept where you are she instructs the largely disinterested group. All forced to be there.  You have certain obligations you need to meet as a job seeker she continues. A man comes in the door and interrupts her. He whispers in her ear. She is completely shocked. He has fired her. Suddenly she loses all hope.  She wallows in self pity. Saying how she will never ever get a job again. I’ve got an astrophysicist in here, she says pointing to one of the attendees, what hope have I got.

My housemate is a witch

Dinner party between friends. They arrive at the apartment. A man pulls his friend aside. Listen man I think my housemate is a witch. Are you crazy? What makes you think that? She can cook fettuccini in a small saucepan without one strand sticking together. She knows everybody’s name before I even tell them. His friend gets more and more nervous as he sees the signs that she could in fact be a witch. He tries to find out if she has cast any spells lately.

Wow Sandra, the way you cooked that fettuccini was incredible. How did you do it?
I guess I’ve just got that magic touch.

A depressed writer continues writing children’s books

A successful children’s book writer has his wife leave him and becomes depressed but he continues to write children’s books. His editor/book publisher confronts him and tells him he must stop writing these books while he is in this state of mind. Look Where in the detention centre is Carmen san diego and James and the giant speech impediment are not books I can sell. You need to snap out of it. You’ve gone from happy the clown, to that bitch took everything, and trust me that is not suitable for children. The depressed writer is so depressed he ignores all her pleas and she becomes increasingly frustrated.
The Stabbing Sneezer

At office, the secretary sneezes and when she sneezes it sounds like she is being stabbed. Boss rushes in ready to save her. All she needs is a tissue. He goes back to his job. She starts sneezing/screaming again. The cleaner comes rushing in, is everything okay? I heard someone screaming in pain. She is oblivious to the fact her sneeze sounds like she is in severe pain.

 

Toe Cramp while Driving

Someone has a toe cramp while they are driving, he thinks he’s going to die. The passenger tries to talk him through it. He is desperate to put pressure on his toe, but that is the accelerator and he is driving in heavy traffic. He starts to completely freak out.
Oh God
What is it?
Toe Cramp
I normally put pressure on it.
It’s your right foot man and we are in a 40 zone!
They get to the curb, he gets out of the car and starts jumping on his foot and extending his toes.
He gets back in the car and starts driving.
oh shit
what
finger cramp <end>

Therapy Sale – This week only!

A therapist decides to hold a stocktake sale at his clinic. This week only. He is trying to get his staff to promote the idea but they are put off by it. Look this is a great chance to promote myself he says, it’s  25% off emotional trauma, 30% off mental anguish and 70% off an inferiority complex. His receptionist implores him, you can’t put a price on those things. I’ve been putting a price on them my whole career my dear, he says condescendingly.

The Art of You

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The greatest enemy/ that we will ever face (yeah?)
Is ourselves/and that’s the base
of human existence/battle hardened warriors (wicha)
lose in an instance/ turned to emotional worriers
trauma begins/our mind masturbates
no understanding/and explanations fabricate
elaborate/on myths generating hate
that we create/misunderstandings complicate (complicated)
relationships/broken from problems so lightweight
the mastery of the mind/removes these issues off our plate (gone)
dastardly deeds/ keep em moving just like freight
spend your time dealing in the real/ not the fake
weighed down the nonexistent/drama creeps around
break down emotional frowns/flipped upside down
take sound advice from friends/and family in your life
but ultimately only you/can manage strain and strife
Pain can hurt you for years/or it can hurt you for seconds
That’s why your own mind/is such a powerful weapon
It can bring you to tears/but it’s all between the ears
Strict training and discipline/and you rid all your fears
So create joy within/and forget about the hating (forget it)
because you never face you’re demons/if you don’t create them
I’m immune to emotional self harm/I create higher living
My mind can overcome/and so can anyone else that’s willing

Its not the art of war like sun tzu
Its the art of you so what you gonna do?
Are you willing to rattle yourself for mental wealth
Are you willing to battle self for mental health
If you are mentally strong/ you overcome obstacles (overcome)
It’s what’s deep within/that gives light to oracles
The onus is on you/for what happens on this earth
Our paths are chosen by ourselves/from the moment of birth
Be aware of your surroundings/ and Control your emotions/
If you start with solid grounding/you avoid all commotions
Some people need to create drama/to draw the attention
The true art of zen needs nada/knowledge is retention
Valuable life lessons/self awareness and reflection
Its true that what is known/never has to be mentioned
Create your own happiness/ and you never have to be fed
Instead of self destruction/choose your better self instead
Its not the art of war like sun tzu
Its the art of you so what you gonna do?
Are you willing to rattle yourself for mental wealth
Are you willing to battle self for mental health

that which creates harmony/ is truly at peace (peace yall)
attack the hardened artery/melt the deep freeze (melt it)
Relax, and be water/then you will be released
for that’s our true armoury/the ability to be at ease
Tranquillity is a state/we all wish to reach/
it’s so simple to attain/there’s no need to preach (no need)
It’s a stable environment/it’s how you use your eyes (use em)
View different angles/use context see truth and lies
Maybe All these ideas/have already been said
From my perspective/it’s from guys already dead
It’s my DNA strand/that creates a positive plan
and hey not every individual/hypothesizes on man
Its not the art of war like sun tzu
Its the art of you so what you gonna do?
Are you willing to rattle yourself for mental wealth
Are you willing to battle self for mental health
Its not the art of war like sun tzu
Its the art of you so what you gonna do?
Are you willing to rattle yourself for mental wealth
Are you willing to battle self for mental health

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