Altar Rock:
Hello out there in the world of space and wo...: Hello out there in the world of space and words. I am Tillie Gardner, the orphan. Yep, I'm an orphan--a person with no ...
Altar Rock
Thursday, October 17, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Hello out there in the world of space and words. I am Tillie Gardner, the orphan.
Yep, I'm an orphan--a person with no parents, a loner, vulnerable and free.
Not by choice. I liked having parents and a cat and a dog and dinners at home when my parents gave me life lessons and told me to do my homework and take out the dog.
His name is Bounder and he is a 9 year old beagle.
Bounder survived the plane crash that killed my parents. My Mom actually put on his life jacket and opened the plane door for him and tossed him out into the ocean as they were crashing. But Mom couldn't get out herself or Dad or Spice, my cat.
You can Bounder was freaked out by by the crash, because he cries now at the oddest times. He watches the door too as though Mom and Dad will come in at any minute.
They were great parents. Well, they weren't perfect and sometimes they would argue. Oh God I'm going to Altar Rock. I need a drink.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Altar Rock: Altar Rock is a Novel and Screenplay and Tells the...
Altar Rock: Altar Rock is a Novel and Screenplay and Tells the...: ALTAR ROCK I'm taking my screenplay called "Altar Rock" to Hollywood November 7-14 to try to sell it to producers and...
Altar Rock is a Novel and Screenplay and Tells the Story of Bereaved Teenager Tillie Gardner
ALTAR ROCK
I'm taking my screenplay called "Altar Rock" to Hollywood November 7-14 to try to sell it to producers and
studios. at the American Film Market. It will be a novel too. We've raised $1 million dollars so far and the story is current and scary and real....
I'm sitting here creating human beings. They are part me and part my 19 year old daughter Cynthia. Yes, Tillie will look like Cynthia. Cyn is beautiful and talks all the time and has lots of friends and cares deeply about them. She has fears like all of us and I know kids today are worried sick about the planet----although they don't voice that opinion. They know we have poisoned our earth but they don't know how to fix it. And they love animals and know we are killing everything wild.
So here is my story and the people I am creating.....
All of my heroines are 19 because I think 19 is such a relevant age.
It's the age when we make bad decisions--like getting drunk, passing out or getting in a cab and going to the cabdriver's home for the night. In my story they hang out and have bonfires and talk about their friends and how screwed up their parents are at Altar Rock, the highest point in Nantucket. They sometimes stay here playing a drinking game called Kings--until early in the morning
You wouldn't do that. Well, I did once. In New York City. Just for one night and just to save some
money. After all he seemed like a nice man and he DID give me a tour of the BIG CITY before I headed out to France for my six week stay.
My heroine is named Tillie Gardner and she has spent most summers of her life in Nantucket.
Like my 19 year old daughter she is afraid of airplanes because she saw two airplanes hitting the World Trade Buildings when she was young. It seemed then like they were hitting the buildings over and over again. Why wouldn't they stop? And she saw the people jumping off the buildings and she knew that things had to be bad inside those buildings....smoke and heat. She knew that she would have jumped too
Tillie was right to be scared of planes because now her parents are dead and they also died in theie
own small plane. Her wonderful Dad loved airplanes and tried to teach Tillie to fly. She could fly a plane but navigation was a challenge.
Oh God did they suffer when they died. Did Bounder the cat suffer. She missed Bounder so much. And she missed her parents voices and instructions.
Now there was just Aunt Bess and what a pain she could be. But Aunt Bess would have to do.
Tillie talked aloud: "I will be nice to Aunt Bess tonight."
Thank God for Lew. He was an ass but a good, old, loyal friend. He was spoiled beyond belief and had virtually NO FILTERS--but thank God he knew everything about Tillie. She needed that.
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