Three Days And Counting For Mystery Dinner Theatre!

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It’s being put on by The Rotary Club of Rapid City (link below) I’ve been a busy little bee, working on a murder mystery play since July. I have to say I am in love with acting, and I never want to stop.

I’ll have pics to post soon, and wish me luck! (Or break a leg! But since I’m dancing in it too, I’d rather not)

Good night, friends!

Stacey Katheryn

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The Cricket That Could

Once there was a cricket that fell down a hole in our sink

Holy cow we said, and started to think

It wasn’t just a sink down there, it wasn’t just a hole

That side was the one with the garbage disposal

Drama. Everyone was instructed not to use that side and a wooden spoon was left inserted in the hole in the hopes the little guy would figure out how to crawl back out, not able to fathom the idea of his losing his little life in such a horrid way.

It worked! Once we waited long enough and left it alone, he crawled up and escaped on his own.

The moral of this story?

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Don’t jump in sinks.

Goodnight my friends!!

Stacey

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Busy! Busy! Busy!

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Due to the summer pick-up in business and some extra curricular things I’m doing for work and play, blogging is going to be a bit scarce for the month of August! I hope everyone is enjoying the hell out of their summer!

Stacey

 

Enjoy some oldies but goodies while you wait!: “Partners In Crime” My Day In A Short Noir

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The Six Month Plan

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A detailed plan setting out the objectives of a business, the strategy and tactics planned to achieve them, and the expected profits, usually over a period of three to ten years.

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Business Plan

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A detailed plan setting out the objectives of her business, all in her mind and scarcely scribbled in miscellaneous notes throughout office, the strategy and tactics planned to achieve such objectives to grow and develop her business, The Village Poet Press, into a small yet sustainable company with continual book sales in a period of Six Months.

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In the essence of this quote, I will tell you why I am waiting six months to publish my next book and putting the focus on my “business plan”.  I hate the term “business plan” don’t you? It sounds all formal and unpromising and demanding. What I have is a solid understanding of exactly what I want this company to be and exactly how I am going to get there. That was all I needed for my massage practice, and it’s flourishing. That was five months ago.

Ah yes, I was going to tell you why. Because it’s summer, because I’m going to be moving soon, because I’m spending more time editing than I am writing, because my living space is being quadrupled as an office space for the business aspect of my practice, and my Village Poet office/writing/researching space and storage space and I am having a very, very difficult time with it. It’s going to reflect in my writing, and to put the best to the test, I’ve had ONE book sale on book four, and that was my best friend Jay (thank you, Jay).

I love my blog, I will definitely continue to blog, but from here I will be pursuing avenues of marketing and business development and essentially, what I’ve done for my massage practice. Hopefully by the end of these six months, I’ll have a readership. Book Five is a VERY important book to the series (and me), and I want people to enjoy it.

Also, once I move and have a bigger space for my writing, I’ll be able to WRITE and not have to worry about all the aspects that shouldn’t be allowed to enter my mind while I’m writing.

So, wish me luck! 🙂

Stacey

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Wounded Knee- For profit, ticket sales, or true kindness?

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Wow, what a situation has occurred, as many of us know. (Those who don’t: Johnny Depp mentioned wanting to buy Wounded Knee and giving it back to the Native Americans here in my home state of South Dakota. Link is above.)

There are a number of opinions based on this possibility and here are the top few of them.

1. He’s doing it for ticket sales due to his crapped-out Lone Ranger movie.

2. He’s doing it for publicity and fame (kinda goes hand-in-hand with #1)

3. He’s doing it out of pity

4. He’s doing it to look more “Native American”

5. He’s doing it from the heart

6. That’s kind and all, but not actually going to help the current situation. If he’s going to spend that much money he should use it to build youth centers or schools or housing or so on, so forth.

Ok, phew, that’s a load-full of assumptions all in a day and a half, is it not?

My thoughts, in case anyone was curious. (Keeping in mind I am neither a stark-raving fan of his, nor am I completely indifferent to his career and acting choices, and I do enjoy a number of things he is in as well as have none-so-fond or apathetic opinions on other things he has done. You can keep in mind or disregard the fact that I do think he is devilishly handsome, but that has in no way swayed my opinion on this topic. Many people find him devilishly handsome.)

#1/#2. Mr. Depp has had a number of crapped out movies, it’s part of being an actor, most of them have. Once in awhile, there’s going to be a bad decision made or there’s going to be stuff that goes wrong, and don’t you think the movie has had enough press (his slightly stereotypical Native character “Tonto” being done in a, we’ll say, slightly disreputable and insulting way) And for that matter, does Mr. Depp honestly strike people as the type to make matters worse by dangling this hope in front of millions of faces to make himself look better? For one thing, he strikes me as the type to not be so stupid as to assume this could in any way make him look better or gain forgiveness for his decision. Another thing: I don’t think he gives a fuck what we think about his acting decisions, and I hope he doesn’t. He is not by any means obligated to.

3. Hm. It’s my opinion that assuming he is doing this out of pity is pretentious (if not outright attention-seeking). Not to mention insulting and degrading to Mr. Depp. Stop for a moment and think, “Is that something I would do?” or “Is that something my friend would do?” or “Is that something my neighbor would do?” or “Is that something a perfect stranger would do?” Chances are (hopefully) you’re going to say no to all of those. He is not some attention-seeking icon nor is he some sort of inhuman celebrity whose lot in life is to pity people for press.

4. He “claims” to have Native blood so he must be doing it for that reason, to look more “Native”. I’m not sure how to even respond to this one, regardless of his actual heritage (for one thing being absolutely none of our business, we all speculate or we all know what we are, regardless of proof or iron-solid facts. Do you honestly expect him to draw his family tree for you?). What a petty and pathetic assumption made by small minds with no imagination. Get real.

5. THERE we go. “He’s doing it from the heart” ok this I can see as being true. Even if he isn’t, does it matter?

6. “Nice gesture and all but…” OK so here’s where the real opinion comes in. This is in my home state and I know the Indigenous population in this part. I know people who live on Pine Ridge and I’ve met some of their tribal leaders. I’m also a business woman and this land is going for 3.9 Million (article says 4.9, Wounded Knee itself just 3.9) Let’s do the math. Some say he should build youth centers and schools and so on, so forth.

Ok, let’s start with the simple fact that 3.9 million dollars is NOTHING by big business standards. It’s a couple pennies. For what you’re talking about, we’ll go with ONE youth center for a population of Indigenous folks this size, that can conservatively be called “Start-Up Cost”. Much less more than one. Simply put, unless that youth center became self-sustaining within a year (possibly two, if their lawyers, CPAs and other financial folks were on-the-ball and sharp as knives) it’s gone. Sure, 3.9 may seem like a lot. But not when you’re considering land permits, taxes (considerably higher on the reservations), building permits, business licenses/taxes/permits, utilities, so on, so forth. Yes, they desperately need one. The suicide rate within the youth population is horrendous, but I can tell you they already tried the youth center thing and due to funding and politics (mostly politics), it crashed. Plus, it would take two or more years just to get government approval to build something like that. Nice thought, not going to happen.

Also, keeping in mind that “it’s a nice gesture and all…” says right there. It’s not Mr. Depp’s concern. The well-being of the reservations belong to the people of the reservations and those sworn to help them. What he is offering is not salvation- it’s a chance to HEAL. Once that spiritual land is returned to its rightful owners, healing can begin, and once healing begins, the rest will fall into place on its own. Please don’t expect a savior out of him. Just accept it as it is- a gift, an opportunity, a chance to heal. He knows this already, that is why he has offered it, or even offered the suggestion. He obviously feels it deep inside or he wouldn’t have risked mentioning it to the press. The red tape he is going to have to cut through to make it happen is phenomenal and may not happen for awhile anyway.

My point being simply this: Keep hope and have faith, but don’t put it all on his shoulders and don’t try to make bad his image because of it. If it’s meant to happen, it will. Those with a true connection to this land and the historical value of it know that. And it seems to me, Mr. Depp is aware of this too. And if indeed he has genetic indigenous ties to the people of this land (or surrounding land), this could very well be an opportunity of healing for him, too. The only difference for him is that he has the means unlike the rest of us and the reservations in the area, if he’s using it to help others, then be glad for that. There are much better ways to use money to make yourself look good. Stop making a soap opera of it and smile at the thought that perhaps, this land and these people can find a semblance of healing after all. If that is his intention, then thank you, Mr. Depp.

Stacey

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Of Trust Or Treason- Now Available For Purchase On Amazon.Com!

Now available for purchase, Of Trust Or Treason, Book Four of The Legends of Sangue!!

And as usual, the other novels are on sale for a limited time! Get your copies now!

Blood Of Darkness, Book One of The Legends of Sangue only $1.99!

Murder On Her Mind, Book Two of The Legends of Sangue only $1.99!

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Destroyed, Book Three of The Legends of Sangue! only $1.99!

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Stacey

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And…. ACTION!

I don’t have a lot of time, I must make this brief (haha, get it, “brief”). I’m sunburned and I must go put on some aloe, or who knows what may happen (Um, it might stay a little redder a little longer. Maybe itch a little.)

I have some challenges I must soon face. Massaging and choreographing and dancing and performing as a dead woman in one half a commercial (in the other half I’m alive) but I play somebody who is ten years older than myself. (Hey, in the play, I’m ten years younger, so… yeah.) I must say, since the two balance one another out, I won’t take it as a commentary upon my age. I can play a 19 year old as well as a 39 year old, I say I’m ok (Ha. Ha. So far people can believe the mother of two teenagers more than the 19 year old. Well, depending on who you ask. I’m just sorry I asked anyone, hehe.)

Ah yes, and I’m acting. And choreographing a dance number for me and two other gals, who I have yet to find but you know, it’ll happen.

One is a scripted commercial and the other is a half scripted/half improvised murder mystery play. The best of both worlds. I was privy to be witness to the shooting of a commercial in the same series of commercials I’m taking part in. Makes me wish I’d gone to the Art Institute of Seattle for film directing after all, lol (But don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want to be anything but a massage therapist now and becoming one changed my life in miraculous ways, I am immensely forever grateful to my teachers and clients and colleagues and profession.)

But don’t worry, I’m still writing (EDITING at the moment, I hardly call that RELEASING MY INNER CREATIVITY. Why yes, this word is misspelled I must take all the magical creativity within my soul and… and…. correct it! Yawn.).

It was difficult not speaking up when I was watching the director with his camera. I gave some advice but I wanted to get in there and adjust angles and pipe up with story line ideas and go hog-wild crazy, at the same time I wanted to jump in front of that camera and start going wild. It was wild, haha. REPETITIVE. Rehearse. Do it once. GREAT! Let’s try it a couple more times. I THINK THAT’S THE ONE!! Let’s do it a few more times just to be sure. TENTH TIME IS THE CHARM!!! Yeah!!!! Now, let’s do the exact same thing twice as many times from two other angles…. HEHE. All the while the man playing the bad guy is standing in the background bored to tears and absentmindedly playing with his switch blade (creepy), and I inadvertently insulted a cop (I saw him in costume and said “nice get up” I meant the compliment and he thanked me. Haha. Finding out later he was in his work clothes…. He was good humored about it. And, actually, he was a sheriff playing a cop…. In another county than the one I am located in “phew”)

(Though, nobody would take my suggestion that once the girl shot the bad guy who was going to murder her and was later giving her account of it to the cop, that he pat her on the shoulder and say “thanks for saving me a bullet”)

Anyway, that was my first taste of film acting and it was pretty incredible. I have yet to have my first taste of play acting and improvisation (other than drama class um, for the sake of my pride we’ll say “eh, just a few” years ago, because it certainly isn’t over a decade and a half or anything.) We’ll give my teacher at the time the title of “bitter ex actor taking her frustrations out on her students” and….. ACTION!

Yes I have a coach. I have not yet taken his class but he has helped me out and we get along rather well. He has faith in me and I’ll tell you, it’s a nice feeling. I have faith in me too.

So… where was I? Oh yes I started this in a mutilated prison-letter-asking-for-help-in-a-melodramatic-way and ended it with, well, this.

My sunburn itches.

Have a wonderful day!

Stacey

 

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The Daily Chronicle Review- Partners In Crime “A Smashing Hit”

Well, “Partners In Crime” was a smashing success! Some of my most read blogs, and all it did was outline a day of puppy-sitting for my sister’s new dog. How cute is this “little” guy??

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Gibson, AKA “Gibbs”

He’s a playful fun-loving dude, we went on lots of runs together and played a lot. A champ of a mutt, Great Dane and Labrador only four months old! This dog is going to get huge.

There are a couple things I would like to warn you about. One: Be careful when using google images to look up “film noir”. Some people who upload photos don’t entirely know the difference between timeless Film Noir Classic freeze frames and stock photos, and S&M related black and white pornography. After looking up pictures on many, many occasions to complete this short series, there was one photo I began to fondly refer to as “Mister Floppy.”

How did I get the idea to do a noir series? That’s for me to know.

It was originally just a one-time piece, but then I started puppy-sitting that awesome little mutt for a couple of days and the series just wrote itself, so I went with it (mostly in the downtime when he was sleeping off the havoc he wreaked or one of our runs).

Well, it was a blast, probably one of the funnest things I’ve written in a long time. I hope it got some laughs.

Ah yes, and number two: Apparently, lampposts are very common in film noir. Probably one of the most used props, second to guns. It gave me a little bit of an actual fondness for them, lol.

Hope everyone enjoyed, and have a wonderful night!!

Stacey

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“Partners In Crime”- Conclusion (My Day In A Short Noir)

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No, he couldn’t.

She was never one to fool for such cons, and she made her point by turning him in to the buttons to spend some time behind bars while she ate. It was a peaceful time, but guilt wracked her and she was soon planning a jailbreak. She just couldn’t live with herself if her partner in crime were to spend the rest of the night in the jug… so she came up with the most elaborate plan ever… she opened the baby gate. Once she was done eating, that was.

As expected he was all over her with apologies. Slobbery gestures of remorse and affection, the wanting, the yearning for her approval. “I won’t do it again, babe.” But she wasn’t so sure.

Regardless, she let him into her bed. It was time to sleep.

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“You better not get any wrong ideas, bruno.” She warned him ahead of time. “I gotta sleep, you gotta sleep, it’s just you and I here in this scatter, I ain’t no pro skirt and I don’t intend to be daisy. Keep your tail to yourself and no one has to swing.”

It was agreed then. This mission had been exhausting and they were both just too tired to continue on without the help of a little sleep, not if they intended to finish their mission without getting blipped, blown down, bopped, bumped, chilled, chived, croaked, cut down, drilled, fogged, kicked, knocked, pooped, rubbed, zotzed, or just plain… killed.

They both laid down. But not for long.

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The sleeping femme fatale. She finally dozes off, only to wake moments later to see this staring right in her face, a disconcerting and… dangerous expression on his face.

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It was back and forth between the two. She wanted to sleep, and he wanted to… chew. An arm, a leg, a cushion, it didn’t matter so long as his teeth were occupied. But it wasn’t long before she realized… it did matter. He wanted skin. He wanted flesh. He wanted to… nurse. He was a Puppy, after all.

But it wasn’t long before all her unmet demands and unsuccessful discouragement started turning her disgruntled, dazed, annoyed… angry.

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As all the nibbling and jumping and growling wore on through the night, she began to go from this:

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And she knew she had to do something to put a stop to this mad behavior. It was driving her insane and he knew it. She couldn’t give in, she couldn’t give up, no matter how persuasive, no matter how persistent. She had to persevere but it was just… too difficult.

“Gibbs,” She finally says, “You wanna play?”

“What do you think, doll?”

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It was settled. They began to wrestle, to play, to chew on rawhides together. She knew this wasn’t what the typical partners in crime did but he wasn’t a typical Dog and she wasn’t a typical Ace. They both had pasts, they both had their dirty secrets and strange silhouetted shadows to hide from. She had a fondness of leaning against lampposts, and he had a fondness to piddle on them.

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It was almost like it was… meant to be.

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They finally settle down. It was a strange night, an eccentric night, and certainly unplanned. But isn’t that all life is? One unplanned event after another. It had her shaken… rattled.

No longer were they enemies. She knew then that she could trust that young bruno, and all suspicion was gone. She had to accept his dark side, so long as he understood there were boundaries, certain rules and morals she refused to set aside.

Her shoulder was not a means to feed.

Though accidents will happen. A little blood was shed. Nothing to worry on.

But as with all things in life… there was a twist.

A twist that left her questioning his intentions, her instincts. Was she wrong to trust this Dog so soon?

And before she knew it…

He was back to chewing on her toes.

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And sneaking up on her with slobbery kisses when she wasn’t looking.

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Even… tearing a hole in the back of her last pair of pants (and the skin underneath.)

But she began to realize finally, after spending so many suspenseful hours together.

That was just his way of expressing love.

And who was she to question the affections of a Dog?

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And that’s it. They survived the night and went their separate ways.  Today he goes back into the business, the dirty business where shadows crawl along dark alleys and Poohs better watch their backs or they might get cut down at the earliest opportunity, just for a little scratch.

And as for her… Well, she knows that if they ever cross paths again they’ll pretend they never knew one another. Never been through the dangers that they faced together, never knew the feel of his warm drooling tongue against her face as she slept and his shiny, debonair teeth in her flesh, the happy wagging of his tail and sly ways he seemed to always find a way to get what he wanted. But that was all right by her, for today she can live by those memories.

And tomorrow…

She gets a new pair of pants.

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“Partners In Crime” Episode 4 (My Day In A Short Noir)

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She almost forgot what she was doing… almost. But only because she forgot to reread the previous episode. She was rarely so careless, but present circumstances had her… confused… bedazzled.

That’s right! The storm. The thunder and lightening, so very loud, it would make sneaking back home for dinner not so easy. Because if she was about, that meant other bindle stiffs were walking the streets as well, oblivious to the lightning, oblivious to the… danger.

But Danger… was her middle name.

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Unfortunately, the storm grew so bad all she could do was stand against a lamppost in the fog. But that was just fine, because as we’ve established, she likes standing against lampposts. A lot.

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It didn’t take her long to get her dinner and sneak back inside, where Gibbs waited, expectantly, impatiently. She begged for him to go outside, to see the streets so muddled and full of danger, to understand why it took so long for her return. But he just wouldn’t. “Can’t you see I’m busy, darling?”

Busy. Busy clipping an innocent pillow and giving her pants the chiv like this was some kind of gooseberry lay. She began to wonder if he was a dropper in disguise. Seemed every time she turned around he was bumping off someone else.  It made her wonder if it was all about the scratch, or if he was some kind of conman out for hot iron or possibly a shamus that fell in the game a little too deep.

With that, she could relate.

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It was time to eat now, but all she could think about was this big Dog, trying to get in her lap like she was some kind of tomato or rube, begging for her scraps. But she was no easy mark, she knew his game.  A little too well. “Hey there bruno, what do you think you’re doing? I’m no sap. You can’t take me down that easy.”

Or could he?

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