Invite her in (Part3)

Marie didn’t know where to turn. She needed a moment. A moment to console herself. The guests kept coming over, laying a gentle hand here, few kind words there. But it was all fodder to her. So what she was wearing black? So what she looked completely devastated? So what she was a widow at 51 and completely alone? She eyed the house for an exit. Any more words of condolences and she was going to burst into tears, and they weren’t exactly going to be for Drew, were they? She hadn’t ever learnt to love Drew. Not before the wedding, nor afterwards. Nor any of the thousand times he tried to woo her. And her interest in him had completely fizzled once the doctor told them the reason they were having difficulty conceiving was because drab old Drew was also sterile. 


‘Excuse me.’ She managed to sound distraught enough so that she could walk away from the huddle of ladies. 


Out in the open garden she could finally breath. A sigh of relief really. She didn’t have to pretend with the Gregors that she even cared for Drew. The whole family knew their marriage had died a long long time ago. Drew had even been ready for divorce but Marie wouldn’t have it. After all, years of her youth sacrificed wasn’t just so she could get divorced at 35 and go back to being dependent on herself for income. No, she deserved better. A good chunk of the Gregor fortune in fact.


‘Are you okay, Marie?’


She startled somewhat and turned around to face Bill. ‘And you?’


Bill shrugged. ‘No body really expected him to live as long as he did.’


Marie nodded. One thing every Gregor family member knew about her late husband, Drew, but the public hadn’t the slightest idea was that Drew was an alcoholic. His liver had died way before he did.


‘You’re going to be okay going back home alone?’


Marie debated whether to tell the truth, yes, or reply no. Perhaps what she hadn’t been able to do all those years ago, she’d be able to do now. After all, she was still in her finest shape, whereas Bill’s wife had let things slide enormously. ‘I don’t know… The house gets so quite, I almost feel like I’m the last one left on Earth.’


‘Why don’t you stay with Erika and myself for a couple of days? It’ll be a change for you, and you’ll have company?’


Marie smiled, a smile she hoped conveyed how grateful she was for his offer. ‘That would be a God send.’


Bill nodded and extended his arm towards her. Marie gladly took it, weaving her arm through his. ‘What would I do without you, Bill?’


‘Probably run away from this whole lot and wonder whatever happened to that vivacious young woman who bounced through our house way early for a party.’


Marie laughed. ‘Ah yes. Perhaps my mistake.’


Bill escorted her into the huddle of mourners and sympathizes. ‘I would have introduced you to Drew either way. In fact, it was the very reason I’d asked you to one of our drab parties.’


Marie felt her checks flush with heat. ‘What do you mean?’


Bill smiled down at her. ‘Drew saw you with me once and asked who you were, so I had promised I’d introduce you to him.’ He waved at a passerby who clasped his hand in a show of condolence. ‘And the rest is history.’


Marie could feel the anger boil inside her. How dare he? How dare he?






(Watch one of my short films here and don’t forget to vote for it! http://www.rode.com/myrodereel/waych/entry/231) Thank you. 

Invite her in (Part 2)

Marie stood alone in the bridal room, dressed in an elegant ivory gown. She almost looked divine, properly excited by the prospect of what lay ahead. A wedding. Her wedding. She smoothed out her veil and picked up her small flower arrangements of white roses. The knock came then on the door. ‘Yes.’


A choir lady peered her head around the door. ‘We are all ready for you.’


Marie smiled. ‘I’ll be right out.’


She checked herself in the mirror once and corrected her posture. Standing tall like a Gisele. ‘Here it goes.’


The organ stayed with her as she walked lonesome down the aisle. A vision on defiance. An omen of something magnificently tough. She nodded at few guests as she walked past them towards the alter. She didn’t know many people at the wedding, in fact, the only person she knew was Bill Gregor. Bill Gregor who sat in amongst the crowd in the front rows. 


She withheld a sigh. She was supposed to have been walking towards him waiting for her at the alter, not his younger, irritatingly elitist brother, Drew. Marie took it in her stride. By the time she reached the front of the church, she had a smile on her face, and a determination in her heart. Drew was also a Gregor heir, so she hadn’t really done so bad for herself. Just a few peachy months. Then a slow emotional leeching of Drew, a distraught wife who is at her wits end, and a bigger brother who cared enough to try and keep the family together. 


Marie smiled at Bill before she turned her attention to the priest, and then the lesser handsome of the Gregor brothers. Her plans hadn’t really gone as planned, but walking down the aisle towards a rich future husband in less than six months, wasn’t a bad turn around. 


‘Do you take Drew Maxwell Gregor as your lawfully wedded husband?’


‘I do.’



(If you have a moment, I’d love it if you could watch and vote for a short comedy film of mine that’s competing in a film competition, that would be sublime.

Here’s the link: http://www.rode.com/myrodereel/watch/entry/231


Thank you!)

Please vote for this film!

We are nearing the last days of public voting for My as RODE Reel competition. I have a short comedy film of mine running hot and strong in the top 15 out of 245+ international films. 

  
Please give us as much support as you can. Watch, vote, and share; reblog this post etc. Help me win the public category. Why? Simply because the prize and the validation will allow me to continue making more films despite everything. And I say, the industry can do with another female addition to the workforce. 

The Usual Hunt

Thank you kindly!  And enjoy. 

http://www.rode.com/myrodereel/watch/entry/231

Invite her in

(The following story is prompted by the date, and the theme that only a thief can catch a thief.) 


It was August 15, 1925 when I first stepped into the sprawling, Gregor mansion. I was a young thing, sexy, suave, and reckless. I thought I could outsmart everyone. After all, who would ever suspect sweet, small and innocent Marie of anything sinister. Well, they didn’t really know me then, did they? 


It was late afternoon when I arrived in my finest, hat, dress, gloves, the whole package. I rang the door bell, wishing and hoping that Bill, or William Gregor, the eldest of the Gregor heirs would open the door. After all, he was the one nearing marriage age, and I, was the perfect bride material, ready to marry at a word. And I planned to marry Bill. That was the whole reason Julia Pratt had taken to being Marie Clementine Avery and adopt a demur personality. If my mamma could see me now, she would be spinning in her grave. ‘Demur? Ha!’ That’s what she’d say.


The keeper of the house opened the heavy doors inwards and barely cracked a smile upon seeing me. I flashed my pearlies as sweetly as I could manage. ‘Am I wrong? Or is Billy home, Thea?’


I slithered past her rigid form, into the grand round marble alcove before the foyer. 


‘Master Gregor is busy having tea with the family.’


I smiled ever so sickly. ‘They wouldn’t mind me joining them, I’m sure.’


Thea almost growled, her lips rolling up in irritation. Heavens only knew why she hated me so. ‘The party isn’t till the evening, Ms Avery.’


I was beginning to lose patience. ‘Oh, is it? I truly thought it was an afternoon affair. Would you mind fetching Bill for me? I’m sure he’d love to know I’m early for private seating with the future family.’


Thea left without a word. And in the grand alcove, I couldn’t help but imagine myself as the lady of the house. Eventually. 


I checked myself in the mirror, retouched the rouge on my cheek and the red of my lips. Who could resist? I smiled as I caught a glimpse of Bill staring at me from the corner as he appeared. Yes. He was definitely mine. All I needed was to keep the family on my side. Just until the wedding. And I was pretty sure there was going to be a wedding.


I turned, feigning innocent. ‘Billy, darling. I’m so sorry. I must have heard you say 3pm instead, so here I am.’ I kissed his cheeks lightly, like all society women do, and lingered a little longer near his cheek. ‘I hope I’m not intruding. Your Gregor parties are so famed, I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun by turning up late.’


‘You’re welcome anytime, Marie,’ Bill extended his arm and escorted me through the maze of the mansion, and out into the manicured gardens. ‘Come, I shall introduce you to the family.’


Wonderful! I thought. Just wonderful. I plastered a smile on my face as the family came into view. This was going to be easy compared to the last family.

Title to attract.

Coming away from another worship hosted by the Sydney Writer’s Festival today, I’ve come away with a piece of advice that’s sticking like glue. You have got to get the book title perfect. It is a tool. To advertise. To entice. To convince you to read that piece of writing. 

Thus, as I’m on the cusp of starting submission rounds for my second book, I’m obviously wondering if the current title is the best. I am a biased person, hence the worst person to decide this very important question.   


So, I’m reaching out to you, my fellow writers and reader. I need your help! If you’re a ChickLit reader/lover, would you help me choose a title?


Which of the following would you stop for and have a read of the blurb at least? Choose one, or your preference numbers. 


Title options:

1) Rule of thirds

2) Suddenly Single

3) Picture Perfect

4) The Wedding Photographer

5) Charming Grace


Thank you. 

Fans of comedy, please vote!

The Usual Hunt - thumbnail

Yesterday, I posted that I have a short movie in a competition that is open for Public voting.

The short film, The Usual Hunt, is a 3min short comedy that takes it’s influence from British comedy, and the likes of movies such as Death at a Funeral, Keeping Mum, etc. It’s light, its short, and most of all, it’s funny! But don’t let me say that to you. Why not watch it and make up your own mind? :)

Here’s the link: http://www.rode.com/myrodereel/watch/entry/231

My little film is up against 150 something other films, many of which are comedy. I don’t doubt that number will keep rising as the end date to lodge an entry is 1st June. Until then, the movies that are already up and running enjoy a bigger exposure and chances of gathering more votes.

My films about 3 adult children of a deceased woman at her Will reading, when they discover that their mother had a secret that will send them scrambling off to find it.

If you watch it, please drop in a vote for it. Only takes seconds literally.

:)

Vote for ‘The Usual Hunt’ a short comedy film

My short film, ‘The Usual Hunt’, a dry comedy that takes influence from British comedy is finally ready and set up on the RODE microphones website and ready for your wonderful votes!
The film is only 3 min, the voting is a quick process, and I promise the film is entertaiing. So please spare a few mins and watch the film and click the big yellow ‘Vote’ button. Each click gets me that much closer to getting in with a chance. 
It’s a small act of kindness and is a great big deal for me!

Here’s a link for you: 

http://www.rode.com/myrodereel/watch/entry/231

And I welcome any comment/feedbacks you have. :)
Thank you. 

‘The Usual Hunt’ a 3 min comedy that will leave you wanting more!

Hiya, 

‘Art for Charity’ venture went really well. The exhibition was on Sunday, and two wonderful people bought my art in support of Oxfam. Hooray for that, because as an artist/writer I’m obviously not in a position to donate that amount out of pocket. 

These are the two pieces that sold: 

 
 And now, onto the next project I’ve secretly worked on the last month and a half. My first short comedy!
I made ‘The Usual Hunt‘ for the My RODE Reel competition which offers film gear for  winners. And won’t lie, I really want to win, at least the Public Choice category. So here is the link for you to watch the film on YouTube, and the voting gets activated for you within the next 24 hours.
Please watch the film. It’s only 3 min long, and it’s fun. I would really appreciate it if you guys could vote for it?

And tell me what you thought if the film! :)
Incase the link above doesn’t work, here is the URL:
http://youtu.be/1qfg5k4RV90

Krew News! Eva Funds, Writes And Produces Yet Another #Movie Short

Eva Acharya:

Can’t thank Cory enough for this wonderful coverage of my new short film for a competition.

Originally posted on Andy Kaufman's Kavalkade Krew Featuring The Wandering Poet:

Unstoppable WordPress Blogger Eva Acharya has done it again.

She has written, directed and editing a comedic short for entry into the Rode Reel International Festival.

Stevie composed the music.  All you have to do is hear it and you know it’s a Steve Boylan original.

I am guessing Stevie in the foyer with a nerf football!

Eva writes and directs movies in between going to school for her teaching degree, doing art to support charity and generally being cool.

The short stars the excellent actor Jerry Retford who campaigns against domestic abuse,

Melanie Hardy, Sontaan Hopson and Leo Domigan.

Capture

Related Content:

http://www.sontaan.com/members/SontaanHopson/home.html

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Art for Charity ( Day something or other, I forgot)

The past couple of days have blended together as if paint on my canvases. I can’t tell which day of progress I’m on. I could go back on my posts and check, but it’s 1AM in the morning of countless 1AMs or later sessions of painting, so forgive me if I can’t recall my days. Lol
As you are aware (or not), I’m one of the 6 artists on show tomorrow for a fundraising event for Nepal Earthquake relief. There are no more paintings to be made, no more canvas to be primed, nor paint squeezed out of tubes to air dry as I slowly add stroke after stroke of paint. And no more varnish getting me whoosy and high! Not for a while yet anyway. 
At the end of this task, I have completed 4 entirely new pieces within a fortnight. By God, have I painted like I’ve never painted before! I have hardened soles of my feet, achy muscles on my back, fingers that are tired from gripping a brush days on end or twisting paint tube caps. 
It will all have been worth it in the end if, through my art, I can contribute however small, to getting some lives on their way back to normal in Nepal. 
If you are in Sydney, pop on down to Kogarah School of Arts tomorrow from 10AM to 1PM. I’ll be there with these colorful fiddles of mine! 

   
    
 

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