fun idea…that’s going nowhere…

One of my frustrations as a writer is  that I constantly come up with fun ideas–that I know will never go anywhere…I’ve sent enough unsolicited material to producers, etc. over the years to know that it doesn’t work: I’ve never had one “bite”. And while on occasion I still do send it– thinking what do I have to lose?–there are other things(like the idea below)that  I just  have to accept–fun as it is–this is as far as it will go…No-body’s waiting in the wings to develop it …or even look at it–if I do the developing..


It’s a comedy…about the descendants of a well known TV western family….

Pseudo Reality Show   Bev Cartwright  “The Nevada Pines”

A direct descendant of “the” Cartwrights, Bev Cartwright 50 lives on small ranch, a pie wedge of land that overlooks Lake Tahoe.

A conservationist, who’s passionate about her land, she runs some horses and –other people off it– on a regular basis. Struggling to make ends meet (if Bev is stay on her land at  the Lake Tahoe shoreline, she needs to direct the horse straight ahead  into the water—if it moves  to one way or another, she’s trespassing.), she finally agrees to be on TV reality show with her family. The only other alternative would be to sell the ranch. That would bring in top dollar from investors and she’s not prepared to do that.

She tells the interviewer about  the ranch :

“A Cartwright’s been on this land well nigh over 150 years.’Course it was hard the first generation or so—the sons couldn’t marry, their perspective wives always dying off. It was known as the “Cartwright curse”.  Finally Great Great Great Grandma Cartwright arrived. She married the youngest when he was 50, managed to avoid all the pitfalls and mysterious illnesses; and actually buried her husband before she gave birth to a daughter—unheard of in the family before that time.  After that the family flourished.”

“Though,” she adds, “the one stipulation for  Cartwright women is that they  can only marry men with the name Cartwright. That’s why I never married my children’s fathers.They weren’t Cartwrights. But it’s just as well.  I would have ended up divorced three times. As it is, I can honestly say–I’ve never been married…And now there’s a new ” Cartwright curse”–none of my children will leave home!

The Cartwright “children” are:
Adrian, 30, is a still working on a PhD at a local College—having changed major three times. His father is Joe Biggar, a Native American who went back home to start a Casino.
Adrian is philosophical, studious, with a flair for technology—sure that what he’s onto—is the thing that’s going to get him launched into a career, or whatever. Except that he can never settle on anything. He’s also gay.

Henry, 27,  is the  second son, result of an affair between Bev and an erring Lutheran minister from Wisconsin, Bjorg  Jensen. After a “downfall” in the Nevada night life scene, the minister “reforms”  and flees  back to his former life.
Henry is big, lovable,  and  sucker for beautiful girls, whom he believes at all costs.This has gotten him into all sorts of trouble, and landed him in various 12 step groups. He also works as a Bouncer—though he’s constantly getting fired—as he’s a sucker for anyone’s hard luck story.

Josie, 24, is the youngest. Her father is African American jazz musician,Lee Dejour who came to Vegas to work.  Jessica is impulsive,  romantic, and  an excellent horsewoman. She often gets into trouble, with Adrian and Henry coming to the rescue. She’s also pulled by her love of music—she’s a talented singer—can’t decide between the ranch, and the life of a musician in New Orleans.

Of course all three fathers  turn up from time to time.

And  finally:

Victor Lam—a Chinese business man comes to make money in Nevada. He invests in  in Liz’s ranch—with the hope she’ll fail and he will get  50% of the profit from the land sale. A nice chunk of change.
But he ends up—supporting Bev in all her projects—against his better judgment…

The nice thing about blog is that–at least–I can put my idea out here…

Any other ideas of what I could do with it?

Thanks for reading

M.C Piper


inspire a little enthusiasm

I’m trying inspire some enthusiasm  this morning. I’m tired–my day job seems overwhelming at times–and yet through it all I do continue to write (though not as much on the blog as I’d like!)  Yesterday  I actually sent some material  to my writing mentor. The draft of the new novella seems to be falling into place–though I’m at a place where I need to be doing some more brainstorming for the next scenes and quite frankly I don’t have the energy/focus.  And one thing I can do today is some more work on my day job– which should  to clear off a  morning next week when I will have more energy.  And I’m aware that’s not enough.  I want to something with my writing this morning. But what?

Possibly–by re-reading what I have so far, and  rekindling an enthusiasm  for the characters.  It’s a  fantasy/humorous novella which begins with the  protagonist, Connie seeking to escape into her fantasy world of 17th century  Agincout when her work world–especially–is just too much.

Her hero is a Cyrano DeBergerac-type character, the noble Xavier who–despite his ugly scars and crooked nose– “radiates integrity, passion, a life live in grand gestures.”  And  when Connie enters  Xavier’s world, she finds that in many ways, she doesn’t really fit.  And so when the villain LeBlanc offeres Xavier a place in his entourage, Xavier explodes, thrusting his sword forward, and declaring: ” Never! My  words, my soul  polluted, destroyed by your filthy touch!”

Connie’s response is to want  take him aside, and suggest a  “simple no ” would do, adding: “He’s got you in his power when you let him get to you like that. Maybe you should look at what’s going on with you here…”  Which she doesn’t of course do.

And then there’s LeBlanc, the villian.   Julie, my writing mentor, suggested that  he show some vulnerability. So I have him coming from a mythical background that’s really a sham.  And then I decided his counterpart, Morgana, is in reality his much younger sister, who not only knows the truth of where they both come from, but  also chose to use whatever gifts she has in the opposite way.  She, too, ends up in  Agincourt.   When the war cry rings throughout Agincourt–they need to destroy the neighbouring city state of Guia,   Morgana travels  to Guia  and  discovers  that– despite the seemingly bizarre differences–  the Guians are human beings, too.  When she wants  Agincourt to be  open to – at least–talking with the  Guians, she’s immediately banded as a traitor,  as someone on the Guian side in their attempt to destroy Agincourt.   Fearing for her life, she flees to the forest–from  which her voice is often heard–coming on the wind.

Indeed, when Connie first goes into the Agincourt world,  she finds herself in Morgana’s woods.  As a woman wandering there, she’s considered fair game–even a traitor–and so is attacked by LeBlanc’s  henchmen including Prince Rainier.   After he takes her under his protection, Xavier actually  assures all that Connie won’t be wandering in Morgana’s woods again.  Something that Connie isn’t  sure about. She’s not used to being told what to do, of course. Plus there’s something about Morgana’s “call” that beckons her to respond.

And finally  there’s the Trickster character, Panache.  The Trickster character is an exaggerated  variation of the hero (in this case Xavier) who allows Connie (and later the other characters) to travel between the fantasy/real worlds.  Panache is much more of a character than ACC–the Trickster character  in “Passionate Hero”.    He actually appears as one of the characters in the fantasy word introducing himself as Panache, “though  his slicked back hair, his untidy bulk , his double chin  and    missing  tooth — hardly suggest that.”  He slurs, and his knowledge of what Connie has put down in her diary–something she’s never told anyone else–seems to be a mystery to him as well.

Right now, the Panache character seems more real to me than the Xavier one. And of course, that’s  something I want to balance out–when  in the next section, Connie re-enters the world of Agincourt once more.

I feel a lot more enthusiasm  in my writing. And I trust this is being helpful to you…giving you some ideas of how you could recapture your enthusiasm when it’s hard to find…

Thanks for reading

M.C. Piper