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Screenwriting On-line Class

i48 Film Festival is rapidly approaching. May 29-31 teams throughout Idaho will be writing, shooting, and editing short films, that will then be shown at the Flicks and the Egyptian theaters in Boise on June 6th and 7th.

Whether you’re an aspiring filmmaker, or you want to learn how to write a screenplay adaption to your own novel, here’s a great opportunity for you to learn the basics of SCREENWRITING at home and at your own pace.

SCREENWRITING BASICS taught by Sherry Briscoe is a 6-lesson online course. You can take this course in 6 weeks, or 12 weeks, the time is up to you. screenwriters

Lesson 1 – Story; Lesson 2 – Format; Lesson 3 – Character; Lesson 4 – The 3-Act Structure; Lesson 5 – Scene Construction; Lesson 6 – Endings.  The course is $150.00.

If you have a novel you’ve written, we will create the screenplay adaption to your book in the class, otherwise, you can create an original script.

Plenty of personal attention and extra bonuses. Sign up anytime, this is a flexible training course that will fit YOUR needs.

To sign up for your one-on-one Screenwriting Basics course, contact me and I’ll send you the information you need.

First Thursday Book Signing

Last week was First Thursday in downtown Boise. This is an evening once a month when galleries and shops put on special displays and events for the local community. It’s a lot of fun.EventPage_Header_FT

Loni and Sherry
Loni and Sherry

Five authors joined me on First Thursday for a book signing event at Berryhill &Co. It was a beautiful venue and we had so many people visit with us and buy our books.

We love our fans!

Thanks again to my fellow authors: Donna Cook, Rochelle Cunningham, Marlie Harris, Troy Lambert, and Loni Townsend. All very talented authors!

If you want to help out your favorite authors, no matter who they are – leave your review on amazon.com of their books. It helps us out a lot, and we appreciate the feedback!

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Andrea’s Ashes

My youngest sister is Andrea Lynn Rutledge. She was born November 14, 1971, and on March 5, 2004 she left us. Although not here in body anymore, she is most certainly always with us in spirit.

January 13, 2007, my brothers and sisters and I took Andrea’s ashes to her favorite beach on Kauai, and we each spoke what was on our hearts as we released a handful of her ashes into the ocean.

Whales greeted us in the distance as we stood on the beach of Polihale State Park.

We miss you every day, Andrea. And every year as the 5th of March approaches, I feel the tugs on my heart, missing you all over again.

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The Ninth Miracle Trilogy

The Ninth Miracle Trilogy follows eight unrelated women as they journey to understand the dark side of humanity. As the crusaders move closer to the truth, evil threatens their mission and their very existence.

All is not as it seems in this epic battle of light and dark, in which heroes must discover not only the truth about their world, but also the truth about themselves.

A friend of mine just asked how I could write on the dark side of humanity. I explained that this trilogy starts in darkness and journeys into the light by the third book.

I hope you’ll join me and some fellow authors on March 5, 2015 at a book signing on First Thursday in downtown Boise at Berryhill & Co. 121 N. 9th.  We’ll be there from 5-8pm. I’d love to chat with you and I’ll be sure to have plenty of autographed copies of my books on hand!Forgotten Lives

Frohe Weihnacten

December in Nuremberg, Germany was magical. The market place in the center of town was filled with the Christ Kindles Markt (Christ Child Market). 100 canvas-topped booths featured delicious German foods such as gingerbread and spicy sausages hot off the griddle, brass tinsel angels, delicately handcrafted wooden toys, model trains and candles.

I didn’t want to be alone this time of year, so I sent my sister Karen a round trip plane ticket to come spend Christmas with me.

On December 23rd I drove to Frankfurt and picked her up at the airport. She had her purse and her makeup bag in hand, and a sad look on her face. None of her luggage had made the trip with her. Her money, her clothes, and Christmas presents sent with her from our parents were lost somewhere along the way.

I didn’t care, she was the best Christmas present for me!

Military units are family. And when we got back to the barracks, another gal Karen’s size loaned her clothes for the two week stay, and others pitched in money to compensate her loss. We were set!

The next day Karen and I took the strasse to downtown Nuremberg and toured the old castle, along with churches, the market place and shops.

We caught a ride to the bahnhoff and boarded a train for Munich, where we stayed at the Columbia hotel. Dinner at the Hofbrauhaus and the best beer ever, our night was complete with the old German band playing and everyone full of cheer, or beer, or both!

We toured the sites, ate fantastic food, and even enjoyed a New Year’s Eve party in a penthouse suite with celebrities!

January 1, 1976, Karen and I got on the train again and headed for Garmisch. We toured more castles and monasteries and places we had never dreamed of.

A train ride back and the holiday was over, and Karen went back home. It was one of the best Christmas vacations ever.

I hope that you have cherished memories of Christmases past to fill your heart. And I pray that this year you are spending the holiday season with those nearest and dearest to you.

Merry Christmas to you and yours.

Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Sherry and Karen at the Frankfurt airport.
Sherry and Karen at the Frankfurt airport.

The Austrian Alps

The Army sponsored the Nuremberg International Ski Club. I was a beginner skier at the time, so this was my perfect opportunity to learn. I joined the club, which organized ski trips every month to the Alps.

The first trip I went on with the group was to Lech, Austria. We had a great bus, with a keg of beer in the back, about 30 people, and Neil Diamond on the stereo. It was a great bus ride!

It was April, late in the season and the snow on the slopes was heavy with a recent rain. I rented some skis and took off. I was going a little faster than I should have and BAM! Lost control. The tip of one ski went straight down in the snow and stuck. My binding didn’t release and did a beautiful turn in mid-air twisting my knee and my ankle.

The very handsome and talented Austrian Ski Patrol rescued me, put my leg in an inflatable cast, and rushed me off the mountain in a great little sled.

In the small village was a doctor in an old house. He spoke broken English and I was a perfect match with my broken German. He checked my leg out and determined that nothing was broken, sent me back to the hotel with some pain killers, and I spent the rest of my weekend with my leg up on pillows.

Back in Nuremberg I went to the Army hospital, where I got put on crutches. But it didn’t stop me. In only a few months after that I was back up on the slopes and ready to learn again!

I love Austria, and for two years was able to enjoy her majestic snow covered Alps.

Beautiful Austria
Beautiful Austria
My first ski trip in Austria.
My first ski trip in Austria.

Hurry Up and Wait

I made it through basic training, and through AIT (advanced individual training). I had been trained for the position of a 71T, or as we said in the military, 71 Tango. Sounds pretty interesting, doesn’t it? Mysterious? Exciting?

71T is an equipment maintenance clerk. I was trained to work in the motor pool. But that was okay, because I was going to Europe!

The time had come, we boarded a bus for the Air Force base to fly across the grand Atlantic to distant shores. I could hardly sit still. The military does things a little different than in the civilian world. For a military flight you were required to arrive no less than four hours before flight time. Our flight was scheduled to leave at 4:00 pm, so we arrived at the base at noon. Excited!

We had lunch. Excited! At 4:00 pm they announced that there would be a delay with our plane. Still excited!

So we sat and waited. At 6:00 pm they told us we could now go through customs in preparation for boarding the plane. But it was still delayed. Still excited!

We ate dinner. It was late that evening, around 10:00 pm when we were finally able to board the plane. We walked out onto the tarmac and climbed the movable staircase that was pushed up to the door of the plane. Excited again!

Then we sat. And sat. Finally the Captain spoke over the intercom and said that in pulling the stair case away from the plane, they had punctured a whole in the door. Not to worry, he assured us. Stay seated. Not so excited.

They sent an accident crew out to inspect the plane, write up a report, take pictures. It was deemed safe for flight. So we would fly to Maine and check it again before heading out over the ocean. Not very excited.

Stay tuned next week for more!

Off Limits to all unauthorized males
Off Limits to all unauthorized males

INDEPENDENCE DAY

Independence Day is memories of sitting on a blanket at the city park with family watching the sky light up in streams of brilliant color. Big ice cream cones and cool watermelon.

But this year it was a little different for me. I spent the morning at the pool with a good friend and her grandson. Then my asthma overtook me and I had to spend the rest of the day indoors. Darn air quality this time of year. But luckily I live right on the river, so the view is beautiful. I grilled a burger on my little George Foreman grill, drank some pink lemonade and watched a great movie with Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum as they saved the earth from yet another alien invasion.

family picnic in the park
family picnic in the park

A Simple Question

Sometimes the most simple questions are the most profound.

1. Do you know who you are?

2. Do you understand what you’re doing?

3. Do you want to live this way?

They seem simple enough. But if you look deep within to answer them with complete honesty, not thinking about what other’s want, what other’s expect, you might be surprised at your answers.

Who are you?

What are you doing?

Do you want to live this way?

Remembering Andrea
Remembering Andrea