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Finding Graceful Balance

Aug. 17, 2015
While walking on the beach this evening, I pondered why so many things in my life still seem out of control. Wasn’t the beach setting supposed to bring much-anticipated balance back to my world?

As I continued to stroll along the breezy shoreline, I was softly reminded that Balance, just like Happiness & Peace, is not a destination; it’s a journey. The ups and downs in life are as natural as the sea’s ebb and flow.

The key, I heard the wind whisper, is to be gentle on one’s self during the process.

“Breathe,” said my soul. “Balance is earned, not given. Every day you will work towards it, but not because it’s a race. Now, breathe again. Do you feel better?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Good. There’s your Balance.”

Moments after having this splendid epiphany, the local sand artist Kenny walked right next to me and built this gorgeous yet simple masterpiece. Graceful balance.

08172015_Sandman01I am grateful, and blessed, and on a wonderful journey! I’m thankful to those joining me for the ride!

‪#‎Balance‬
‪#‎Breathe‬
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Thank you NYWIFT & Meryl Streep!

As some of you may know, I was a “hermit” for the month of May to complete my Romantic/Comedy screenplay for the New York Women in Film & Television​ Writers Lab mentor program’s June 1st deadline.

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Partial storyboard for my feature-length Romantic/Comedy screenplay.

On Aug. 1st, I received an email stating that approximately 3,800 submissions were received (wow!), but unfortunately, mine was not one of the 12 selected.

Courtesy photo from a Facebook post by Final Draft regarding the New York Women In Film and Television results.

Courtesy photo from a Final Draft Facebook post re: NYWIFT; The Academy.

Yet I still have a smile as big as Meryl Streep’s at the Oscars!

Why?

That June 1st deadline inspired me to get my butt in the chair to finish a feature-length script I’d been working on for about 18-months. Better yet, I feel is my best work to date!

Thanks to this contest, I also had a completed script ready for the deadlines of Blue Cat Screenplay competition and Final Draft’s Big Break screenwriting contest.

A huge thank you to both NYWIFT & Meryl Streep (who funded the mentor program). It was worth it!

Write on,

Amy O.

Short Story: “Mystery of the Sandy Sunglasses”

“Mystery of the Sandy Sunglasses”

The broken evidence washed in on high tide on a gray and chilly morning of February 2015, landing itself on Mustang Island, Texas.

02162015_80sDrunkGirlGlassesI observed the glasses and wondered, “Who owned these? How long had they been drifting along the Texas Gulf Coast?”

As if I were a clairvoyant or paranormal medium, a vision formed in my mind of a tipsy, bikini-wearing underage Spring Breaker from the late 80s, sporting stiff big hair stiff thanks to half a can of hairspray, and feeling very sexy with her brand new sunglasses.

Impaired by the empty bottle of Boone’s Hill Strawberry Farm next to her hot pink and white beach towel, she pranced out into the water to frolic. Her goal? Attempting, in vain, to get the attention of the obnoxious college dudes taking turns chugging cheap alcohol from a crude beer bong.

Distracted by her own loud, attention-seeking squeals of fun, a wave hit her from behind, sending her face first into the foamy salt water. She emerged, gasping for air and trying to reposition her cool sunglasses back on her face. She was coughing gritty seawater out of her lungs when another wave smacked the in the back, knocking her off her feet.

She groped around in the water for the sunglasses, but they were gone.

Whoops of laughter and concerned calls from her friends could be heard coming from the shoreline, but darn it if those weren’t her favorite pair! She like totally spent $12 on them!

So, since her hair was now ruined and her buzz long gone no thanks to the dunk in the Texas Gulf, she braved the battery of on-coming waves to fish blindly and determinedly with her hands and legs for her sunglasses.

After many unsuccessful tries, she decided she reasonably decided what she needed now was a hot shower, some Funions, a nap, then rack up daddy’s credit card at Pat Magee’s Surf Shop. Maybe she might even find a new pair of sunglasses.

The End

(c) Amy Oakley, 1027 Productions

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