Dad! Dad! DAAAAD!

Dad! Dad! DAAAD!...Was a familiar sound you would of heard around my house when I was growing up in Starksboro vt. It wasn't a desperate call...it was just a call looking for Dad and being to lazy to get up and find him. History repeats again in my family. Except it is usually a DAAAAAD! Can you...(get me some water, cover me up, fix the computer, say a prayer in my room). Well, dad the Dad yelling tradition has been carried on. Love you and happy heaven birthday.

If I only knew what I know now back then.

I daydreamed of what I would do in certain events in my past if I knew what I know now back then. I wonder if I would be different or change my life. I picture myself going back in time to my younger body of 16 or 17 with the knowledge, skills and perhaps the maturity that I have now. There have been movies and TV shows based on this concept. "17 again", "Big", and even a short lived TV show Based on this concept.
Now, why do I daydream like this? Am I not satisfied with myself? Am I going through a mid-life crisis? Am I just thinking of my youthful self. Well it dawned on me...Why don't I pretend that I am older say 60 or 70 and I think of when I was/am 45. What would I change now that my older self would know? Yes, I can't predict the future but I can have the attitude of predicting the future. For example would my 70 year old self say..."I wish I exercised more and kept that up"? The reason I say this is in my Fantasies of going back to my younger self I picture myself being more confident and starting routines like Martial arts or exercising more with better confidence. Why not start that now. I've heard that it's all in how you perceive things. I can "fake" the future and than do something based on that "fake" future prediction. I'll try to be logical about it so that I will not do foolish things. This is an interesting concept that I will dwell on some more.

It's My Birthday!

I feel much more positive now that it is my birthday. I woke up feeling one year older but happy.

I called the movie agents company phone # to follow-up on my tv script. It was 8:00am in California, so I got the voice mail. Boy, I was very nervous about this call. But, I did it. We shall see what happens now!

I called Denis a day early and he couldn't believe that it has been 45 years.

Just before a birth

Tomorrow is my birthday. When the clock turns 9:46 am tomorrow I will be 45 years old. I promised my dad that I would call Dennis Wheeler (see post on Thursday, Nov. 04, 2010) every year on my birthday. In the past 8 years since my dad passed on...I have kept this promise.
I feel melancholy about my birthday, because of the housing situation my family is in now. We rent and need to sell our house because of deal that has falling through. So, some tough choices may have to be made.
Perhaps I will feel different on my actual birthday.

The 1st thing that come to you when you wake up.

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go." -Joshua 1:9
This was the 1st thing that came to me as I woke up in the morning the other day. A bible verse. How strange. But this particular verse has meaning for me. The last time this verse was important to me or appeared in my life was 24 years ago.I was rustling with making a big move. Should I move to Nevada or stay here in Vermont. I saw this bible verse on my good friend's refrigerator, who happened to have a dad who was my minister. This verse hit me...It did not matter what choice I made...God would be with me and I had to have courage in what I do...so I moved to Nevada and it was an important part in my life. Vermont ended up calling me back and I met Katie my true love and soul mate when I came back. Now, this verse is up again. I don't think that I'll be moving to another state. I think this is encouragement for the housing moves we are making and for me to have courage in my pursuit to be a writer. All I know is no matter what becomes of me and my family in the choices that Katie and I will make, God will be with us.

Prospectives

We all have our challenges in life. How do you determine whose are greater than other? A Kid who has no home lives off the streets and scrounging for food every day. The business man who needs to make that deal so that he can get that big bonus so he can buy his wife the diamond ring she has been bugging him about. Which challenge is greater? Could it be prospective?
A challenge in my life is this writing. It Amazes me that putting words down in a entertaining and comprehensive structure can bring a salary in for someone. How much is writing worth to that homeless kid or that business man? Could it bring that kid out of poverty into a better life? Would the business man be happier? Like I said before... it is all prospective. Well, for this ones prospective; I write to write.What ever that does for me I will be happy.

Let the morning come.

Waking up and writing before anyone or anything is fully awake is refreshing. Everything is new and the air seems crisp even if I'm sitting in my cozy house. It's days like these that start the day out right.

This blog has always been a "me" blog. No one really reads it. Only those who I direct to it. I'm not even sure what key words you would type to find it. My wife suggest that I change the title. What would it be? "Shawn's writing journal"..."Memories of the O'Neil"...I think I will keep it "WooWoo stuff" for a while longer. Which, is a term I created for all those unexplained things in life (one of the phrases in my title). It seems these "wooWoo stuff" are less frequent. I think I am just less receptive to them in my busy days of not listen.

Starting the writer's habit

I have dedicated this whole blog to my dad. This is a way to remember him and to honor him. It is also a way for me to use my gift of writing. A gift that my dad would be proud of. I may not have been the perfect son for him or did things the way he would want me to do it. Especially when It came to fixing things. :) But dad would love to read what I write (and perhaps comment on it). So, the things I write from now on may not mention my dad, like I try to do in the previous posts. It doesn't in any way mean that I have forgotten him or dishonor him.I hope to think that what ever I write will honor him and make him proud to call me his son.

Could this be it!

I have a movie agent willing to look at my script! Thanks you Chris! I need to go over my script with a fine comb and write a few treatments for some more episodes. Boy, Dad would be bragging to everyone about this one!

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Happy Birthday Dad!

There would be a big sign hanging in the house "July 12th". This sign would have been put up on June 12th by my dad. This is my dad's day...His birthday! He would wake up at dawn and do what ever he wanted to do. Cathy knew better to have a "Honey do list." He usually started out fishing or just puttering around the house. He would eat what ever he wanted to eat and go where ever he wanted to go. This was a man who appreciated every moment that he lived. He would await the calls from all his kids and brothers and sisters.

Happy Birthday DAD! I hope you are fishing in Heaven!

I'm finally doing it

I just registered my script "Sabi Star" with the writers' guild! It cost $25. This Friday I will submit it to the Austin Film Festival. I will submit it electronically. The format is PDF file. I actual called to see if my script would qualify. It is a animation pilot for a series that I'm working on. I did not see such a category. It will be in the "Teleplay-Sitcom Pilot" category. I have to wait until Friday because we just do not have the funds to submit it yet. The Dead line is June 1st. Dad would be so proud and excited for me. He would be bragging to all his customers about this.

Rainy Spring...New Beginning

This is a very rainy start for spring in Vermont. In fact, I heard that we set some record for the amount of water we got. It is almost like a cleansing. My dad wouldn't like it because the fishing would be a little bit more challenging with fast flowing rivers.
I think of all those who have lost loved ones recently. It has been 8 years and 5 months since Dad passed away. There have been other deaths since dad. But, Dad was the closes person to me. I know a woman who's husband died unexpectedly and she is having a rough time with it (understandably). She has the support system but when it comes down to it...time seems to be the only true healer and the fact that one day you will be with those loved ones. Which I believe will happen. Everyone deals with this lost in their own way, I chose to start and continue this blog. For all those who feel that their world is completely turned upside down and there seems to be no ending to the pain...You are not alone and there are others out there that will help you with your pain.

The 1st mini skirt.

April in Vermont starts out dull than usually blossoms into something wonderful. A new beginning. I often think of one my Dad's favorite sayings..."When the weather turns warm...you see the 1st mini skirt and you have to look even if is a fat person." My dad's saying not mine.

April Fools day! A day my dad truely enjoyed.

April Fools Day! This is a day that my dad truly enjoyed (besides his Birthday). His jokes were harmless ones but funny. He especially like doing them to his brother and sisters and I'm sure they have stories to tell us about that.

I can't see what will 2011 bring!

The ending of 2010 wasn't the greatest for me because I got the flu. Being sick during your vacation is awful. The only good thing is that you do not have to take time off work. Luckily Katie is a nurse so she took care of me. I hope this year will get better.

Dad past away 9 years ago just before Christmas. So, Christmas hasn't been the same since. We had to recreated new traditions keeping those old ones live in our memories. I'm not saying that Christmas is ruined because of what happened...it has changed. We still wake up early to the squeal of happy children (you can't open those presents until mom and dad have their coffee. You can open you stockings, though). The kids rip through the wrapped Christmas gifts in seconds (which took us minuets to wrap). It's all good! Now, it is the start of a new year! I can't wait to see what will be in stored!