This is the time of year I like to stay inside and work on the stories I have had

inside my head all year. I think I started writing down stories that just came to me from a single brain spark when I was around thirteen or so. It usually occurs after I have given something particular notice. Gypsy Moon is the result of seeing one beautiful Paint stallion prancing with his head held high as he snorted the air. He was magnificent when he reared and called for a mate. It was over in a second but that was the brain spark. I had never seen a horse that looked like him before. I had only glanced over once at the field as

I passed by in my car. When I got home I did a search on horses and discovered that he was a Gypsy Vanner. I never knew the horse existed. What a discovery. I then did a specific search for Gypsy Vanner Horses and their history and of course that opened a new can of worms, Gypsies.  

 

Night of The Gypsy Moon

 I’m concentrating right now on finding a production company with the resources to shoot Night of The Gypsy Moon, a very colorful period piece taking place in Vincennes, Indiana at the onset of the United States entrance to WW1. Erotic, mystical and dangerously romantic,”Gypsy Moon” is a story about a group of farmwives left to bring in the fall harvest after their husbands embrace the call to bear arms. With crops ripe in the fields and time running out, the women cautiously recruit the help of Gypsies making camp at Whisper Creek, just off Debtor’s Trail.

 

 I was driving on an Iowa Interstate toward home early one wintry Sunday morning. The sun poked it’s way through the grey skies and over the miles I finally drove into where it was clear. The traffic was light and I had been following a big rig about 400 feet ahead of me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a deer running across a snow covered corn field in the direction of the Interstate. She was moving so swiftly I knew she had no intention of stopping or changing course. I saw the truck brake hard enough to cause his trailer to drift a little but then straightened out and continued as if nothing had happened. A few seconds later I passed her body. A few seconds after that I thought it would have made more sense to run into the path of a truck if you really did have no other choice. Like for instance you were running from someone or something. Then you might do something stupid because you were frightened beyond sanity. That set of brain sparks became the source for Billy Wyckett.

 

 

Billy Wyckett

 This is a very uncomfortable horror story about the monsters we unknowingly create. A panic stricken heroin addict mother dumps her only child on her spinster aunt’s doorstep. Having never raised a child, she doesn’t have a clue as to what to do with the boy. She takes him everyday to her quiet little shop on Main Street, The Mercy Doll Hospital. She sits at the sewing machine with the listless child at her feet. She looks around the room and gives him a beautiful doll to take care of. She tells him that a doll can be his very best friend and that all of his secrets are safe with her. “One day Billy, you’ll meet a beautiful girl just like her and she will be yours forever.”  It was the only thing Billy really remembered her saying.  

 

 

You never know where inspiration is going to strike. Focus and stay attentive because there are stories everywhere that beg to be told.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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