Sunday, June 12, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt - Candy


Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Candy. This is my untitled WIP.


Just when Jill thought things were going well, things seemed to take a detour. The first thing going through her mind was that he hated what she had written. Jill slid onto the loveseat across from Robbie, crossed her legs and held her arms tightly to her chest.

Robbie closed the top of her laptop and turned to face her.  “I’d like to talk about the episode you wrote.”

“No good?” she asked, trying her best not to catch his gaze.

“No, it isn’t good at all.  It’s great.”

Jill’s heart continued to palpitate for a few more seconds. She touched her chest. “You’re kidding me?”

“Not at all. I can’t believe how well you crafted the characters in the second episode. I think you opened up the door to a wonderful series. I especially like how you are developing the potential love interest and his infatuation with his overzealous next door neighbor.”

“Thank you. I took the lead from the characters you created and just ran with it.”

“We’re going into Manhattan for you to see my the producer. He already went to the network executives. They loved the pilot. Now they want to see more before they put it into the fall lineup.”

“I don’t know…”

“Jill I saw the outline and character sketches you drew up. You turned a two scene show into a multi dimensional show. Of course we can’t have all the sets like on a soap, but what you have written, we can tape on location. The network executives are going to love this. Believe me.”

“I’m glad you have so much faith in me. You might wind up being my only fan. I’m not used to writing for primetime television.”

“Get used to it.” Robbie reached his hand out.  “Come on, get up. “We’re going to Manhattan. I’ll give you a few minutes to change, while I call ahead to let them know we’re on our way. I’ll meet you in the lobby in a half hour.”

Before Jill could answer, her hotel door closed behind him.
                                                * * *
Jill sat in the office reception area along side Robbie holding copy of the script. Her nerves drove her crazy. Robbie seemed to have such faith in what she had written, but Jill was starting to have second thoughts. The male character didn’t seem to be strong enough.  She could have developed him a lot more. And if the network executives didn’t like it, then she was back in the same position she had been in when she arrived back to New York.

The door to the office opened, and out came a tall, thin blonde headed woman with a clip board in her hand and bifocals hanging from a silver chain around her neck.  

“Mr. Rossitilo, Mr. Nelson is ready to see you.” Jill and Robbie stood up. But the blonde held out her hand to stop them. “Mr. Nelson wants to see Mr. Rossitilo alone.”

“That’s not a good sign,” Jill whispered.

“It’s all right. Let me go in first with the script and talk to them. I promise I won’t be long.”

Jill lifted a magazine off the table and flipped through it without looking at it. Lots of thoughts ran through her mind. At least she had a place to say for the time being and money to keep her afloat until she found a job.

The more time passed by the more Jill knew that Robbie must be in there trying his best to sell the show. One thing was telling the executives about her, but another was them looking at the script she had created.

Standing up, she walked around the reception area.  The long black lacquer desk in front of the office Robbie sat in was unattended.  On the desk was a dish full of Baci Chocolate Candies. She took one, slid the silver wrapper off as she looked at the movie and sitcom posters of some of her favorite movie and television shows on the walls.  After what seemed like hours, turned out to only be twenty minutes when the office door opened.

“Mr. Nelson is ready for you to join the meeting.”


CLICK HERE TO RETURN TO TUESDAY TALES
CLICK HERE TO VISIT MY WEBSITE

Monday, June 06, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Pencil




Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt pencil.  I'm continuing with my untitled WIP about a woman starting over.



The second the door of her hotel room closed, Jill plopped down on the bed and touched her lips. His kiss did more than electrify her; it sent her to a dimension she hadn’t visited in a very long time. No. I’m not going to go there. This was strictly to be a professional relationship.


Jill stood up and walked to the table in her hotel room that she had been using as a desk. As she went through the script, she made notes about the main characters adding more depth to them. 

Reaching into her handbag, she took out a pencil and jotted notes in the margin on the script.  She wanted to keep going because she was in the zone. Taking a notebook out of her messenger bag she managed to jot down an outline for the third and forth episodes before taking a shower.
Ideas were flowing out of her. A couple of hours later, she had already written the next episode.

Instead of calling, Robbie showed up at her hotel room. “Give me a minute,” she said, pulling up the zipper on her jeans. She opened the door to a bouquet of white lilies.  “Thank you. They are beautiful.”

“Your welcome.” Holding out his other hand he held a bottle of champagne. “We have a lot to celebrate.”

“We do?”

“Yes. I spoke to my people at the network and they want to see you first thing tomorrow morning to sign a contract.”

“Sight unseen?” she questioned, taking a step back from him.

“Yes. As soon as I told them who you were, they knew you by name.”

“They did?” she questioned even more surprised.

“Your work on the soap was flawless, as per the creator of the show. He gave you the highest recommendation that I have ever heard in all my years."


Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh my God.”

“I don’t know why you seem so surprised. You have created characters that have been household names for two decades. ”

Jill had always been humble when it came to her work. Not many people recognized her, usually just people in the industry. She had always been a behind the scene kind of girl. Her main objective had always been to creative characters and plots that people would be excited about and then come home to do school projects with her kids.

“I just see it as a job that I love doing.”

“Now that you know what I did today, why don’t you share with me what you did?  I bet you went shopping.”

“Nope.” She smiled and tapped her finger on her laptop. “I didn’t leave the hotel. One minute I was working on the characters and the next I wrote the second episode of the pilot.”

“You’re kidding me,” he said, walking over to her laptop. “Can I see?”

“Sure. But keep in mind it is unedited. It’s just a rough draft.”

Robbie sat down and began reading. Jill walked, arms crossed back and forth in front of the window, keeping her eyes on Robbie who had no expression on his face. After quite some time, Robbie closed the top of the laptop before turning around to face her.

Jill stopped walking, leaned against the windowsill with her full attention on Robbie. The expression on his face was still emotionless. Her heart began to palpitate. This wasn’t good. Why couldn’t he give her some sort of sign?

After a few moments of silence, she asked, “What do you think?”

“I think, we need to talk.”


Monday, May 23, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Purple



 Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Purple. My WIP is still untitled and is a first draft.



After showering and making herself presentable, she called Robbie who had been waiting for her in the Starbucks in the far corner of the lobby. The night before Jill had stayed up reading the pilot. You didn’t like it, she loved it. The main character had a lot of potential. After reading the character sketch on her, Jill knew she could get deeper into the character’s internal layers making her a character that would stand out.

This would be the first time Jill was involved in a project that had comedy elements entwined in its original genre of drama. She would have to watch how she addressed her comments to Robbie, not wanting to turn him off.  She hoped that he would like her comments and the extended character sketch she did on the main female character.

As she came down the glass elevator, she spotted Robbie sitting in comfortably in one of the chairs with two coffee cups sitting on the round glass table. The elevator stopped and she stepped out onto the marble floors.  She had the manuscript in one hand and the coat she bought yesterday over her other arm in the event Robbie wanted to leave the hotel. The moment their gaze met, he stood.

“You’re looking good. Please, sit down. I got you a coffee.”

“Thank you.” Jill placed the manuscript down on the glass table before sitting.
 “I want to thank you again for breakfast this morning.”

“You’re welcome.” He chuckled. “In all honesty, I was trying to butter you up. While I waited for you to freshen up, which by the way you look gorgeous, I took a look at some of the work you have done on the soap. I have to tell you I am totally impressed with your work.”

“Why thank you.”

“Which leads me to ask, what you thought about the pilot?” he asked sitting back in the high back cushioned chair.

“I like the pilot a lot.” Jill took the manuscript off the table and took out a piece of folded paper out.

“I see you took notes.”

“Not really notes, but more of a more in depth character sketch of the female lead. I thought the pilot was really good. My only criticism is there was a little too much purple prose in the middle.”

“You are one honest woman.”

“That’s what has kept me in this line of work. I can’t see padding the truth. Usually if someone doesn’t agree, we always work it out.”

Robbie took a sip of his coffee, looked over his mug at Jill and warmly smiled. “I think you’re going to fit in perfectly on this project. But first, I want to see your notes.”

Jill handed him the piece of paper. She sat back in the chair crossing her legs with her black knit ugg boots not making her already short legs look any longer. In California she lived in flip flops or high   This could work, but it will take a lot of getting used to.
heel sandals and shorts and sundresses. Returning to New York in the winter meant layers of clothes, sweaters, jeans and all kinds of coats and leather jackets.

“I’m liking what I’m reading. Do you think you can make the male lead as multi dimensional as the female?”

“Yes. I think the pilot is the stepping stone of a series that can play on for multiple years. I have so many storylines, and secondary characters that could make this series take off.  It’s so different than anything that is one television.”

“I have to go into the Manhattan tomorrow to talk to my people. I’m sure they are going to want to meet you before they draw up a contract. Is this something you would be willing to do?”

“Without a doubt,” Jill replied lifting her coffee cup off the table. She was home a little over twenty-four hours and already she had a prospective job. Now all that was missing was her car, a place to live and deciding if she wanted to pursue getting to know Robbie on a more personal level.

“I have a few errands to run this afternoon.  Why don’t you take the pilot back and work on the male lead? I’ll be back around seven o’clock. We’ll grab something to eat and talk about your ideas.”

Robbie stood and handed Jill back the pilot and her character sketch. Jill stood taking them from him. “I’ll work on this during the day.”

“Let me run. The sooner I finish my errands, the quicker I’ll be back.” He slid his coat on and turned to leave, but changed his mind. Instead, he leaned over giving her a soft kiss on her lips.  “Catch you later.”

RETURN TO TUESDAY TALES

VISIT MY WEBSITE

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt Save


Welcome to this week's edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Save. This is a work in progress, still untitled and is a first draft.




Jill stood at the window, with her arms folded against her chest looking out the window. She stood there for the longest time watching the planes take off and land. Taking a deep breath, she smiled in satisfaction. This was the first time in a long time she felt like she didn’t have the weight of the world on her back. It felt great to be back home, to her roots, where she was born and raised. New York, there was nothing like it.

First thing in the morning, she would go across the street to the mini shopping center and get herself a couple of sweaters and a few more pairs of jeans. In California, she lived in shorts and dresses. The only time she needed to get dressed was when they had a meeting with the big bosses.

Jill slid into her cotton nightgown; another thing to add to the list, flannel pajamas.   She always loved spending the day at Herald Square going in and out of the stores. The only difference this time is that she had the money to spend.
Back at the window she looked at the bright lights of Queens lighting up the streets. One of the first places she wanted to go once she settled in was Manhattan.

Shutting the off the lights, she slid her legs under the blanket. She turned her head toward the window so she could watch the planes, but her thoughts turned to Robbie.  Since she left him earlier, she blocked thoughts of him out of mind. Fighting with her thoughts sent her quickly to sleep.
                                                            * * *
A knock on the door woke her up out of a deep sleep. Slowly she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to wrap herself in the thick white robe. She opened the door to the bellhop with a cart.

“I think you have the wrong room. I didn’t order anything,” Jill yawned.

“But I did. I’ll take it from here.” Robbie stepped into her doorway and rolled the cart into the room. “We have to start the day on a full stomach.”

“I don’t think I digested last night’s dinner.”

“Not to worry. I thought we’d have a nice breakfast and then go shopping to get you a winter coat. Damn is it cold out there.”

Jill pointed at herself.  “I’m not even dressed.”

“I have a few things to do this morning. While I make phone calls, that will give you a chance to shower and get ready.”

Robbie wheeled the cart over to the table by the window and placed the dish of fruit and muffins on the table. He lifted up the thermal coffee holder and poured the coffee.

“Thank you so much, Robbie.  I don’t know what to say. You really know how to surprise a girl.”

“I want you on my staff, so I’m going to woo you to the fullest, maybe even hold your arm behind your back until you sign the contract.” He chuckled. “All kidding aside, there’s something about you that tells me not to let you slip out of my fingers.”

“Is it lust?” she asked, knowing that’s exactly how she felt.

“Maybe, maybe not. We won’t know unless we try.” Robbie picked up a handful of blueberries and popped them in his mouth one at time.

“Thank you for this lovely breakfast,” she said lifting the hot mug to her lips. “I’m usually a two cup of coffee girl with a cereal bar on the way out the door.”

“Did you get a chance to read any of the screenplay last night?”

“Yes I did.”

“Did you read the whole thing?”

“No. I only read half. I wanted to save the other half to read this morning.

His face lit up. “And, what did you think?”

“We’ll talk about it later on, after I’m fully awake.”



Monday, May 09, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Hug

Welcome to this week's edition of Tuesday Tales to the word prompt Hug.  This is an untitled, unedited work in progress.




After Jill and Robbie finished dinner, Robbie ordered them cappuccino and an assortment of Italian pastries. Throughout dinner they talked about the restaurant and the places they had ate at in Los Angeles. They had both dined at the same places, and realized that one of the Christmas Parties they were both there. After that, they spoke of the actors and actresses they both knew.

The scent of garlic and tomato sauce lingered in the air. For a hotel restaurant, the food was very good. In California, she couldn’t find a decent Italian restaurant that made
homemade mozzarella. There was nothing like the taste of fresh mozzarella and a ripe New Jersey tomato.

The waiter placed their cappuccinos in front of them and the tray of pastries in the middle of the table. Jill reached for a sweet’n’low, pushed the whipped cream to the side and sprinkles it into her mug before stirring it with the small spoon.

“Watching your weight?”

“Not tonight, especially after seeing the pastries. I haven’t had a good cannoli since I left New York.”

Jill lifted her mug up to her lips and took a sip. She didn’t even want to tell him that the cappuccino tasted different in New York too. The water was made the difference; that she swore all these years. Nothing compared to New York water.

Robbie reached across the table and ran his finger along her top lip. He held up his finger laughing. “Looks like you left some whipped cream behind,” he said sliding his finger into his mouth.

Jill giggled. Who was this stranger she met on the plane? If she didn’t know any better, she’d say she knew him her whole entire life, yet she didn’t know a thing about him.

“A dollar for your thoughts.”

“You’re going for the big leagues. Usually it’s a penny for your thoughts.”

That small clique opened up the conversation.

“Would you like to know about the project I’m working on?”

“Yes I would, but I didn’t want to look desperate for a job.”

“Desperate?  No way. I’ve seen your work on the soap. Breaking into soap writing is very hard. You usually need to know someone in the field.”

“They came to me.  I was writing an ongoing story for the Staten Island Times every Thursday. One day I got a call at my desk and Mr. Cannon asked me if I would like to write for his show. I had told him I was interested, and his response was he had a one-way ticket to L.A. waiting for me at the airport. I packed a bag, and never looked back.”

“Interesting. I’d like to hear more. But first,” he stood, extending his hand. “I’d like for you to dance with me. I’m a sucker for a Frank Sinatra song.”

Jill took his hand in his and let him lead her out to the dance floor. At first they danced apart. But halfway through the song, Robbie placed his hand on her waist and brought her closer to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and he swept her across the small dance floor. At the end of the song, he hugged her and gave her a peck on her lips.

“Thank you for the dance.”

Jill wanted to reach up and touch her lips. As if on contact, his kiss rippled through her.  When they sat back down, she didn’t feel any awkwardness. Instead, she wanted to know more about him, more about the job he told her about on the plane.

“I thought if you didn’t mind, I’d like to hear more about the job opportunity you told me about on the plane.”

“I hope you didn’t think I used the job as a come on. I am serious.”

Jill didn’t want to tell him those thoughts had run through her mind. She always liked to give a person the benefit of the doubt, but in the television/movie world, there was always an ulterior motive behind every move.

“Give me a second,” he said opening up his messenger bag and taking out a manuscript. “This is the pilot that I just got finished shooting.” He handed her the manuscript. “Look it over and let me know if you are interested in being a part of the writing team.”

“I will.

“Either way your decision sways, I’d still like to get to know you better.”


Sunday, May 01, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt





Welcome to this weeks edition of Tuesday Tales. Last week Jill and Robbie were conversing on the plane where Robbie offered Jill a job. After waiting for their luggage, they waited outside the terminal for a taxi.

MAKE SURE TO CHECK OUT THE OTHER FABULOUS AUTHORS OF TUESDAY TALES



Robbie and Jill shared a taxi.  On the way to Jill’s hotel, Robbie asked if she would like to get a bit to eat since the food on the plane was disgusting. Without hesitation, Jill said yes, only with the agreement that he’d give her a chance to check in and freshen up.

Jill got herself settled into her room, before fixing her hair and touching up her makeup.  On the way down on the elevator, she tried to think of things she could talk to him about. Was this a date? If it were, she didn’t have a clue on how to act, what to say. She pinched her leg. Why was she thinking like that? This was going to be a business meeting.

The restaurant was located on the opposite end of the front lobby. She walked down the corridor following the scent of garlic into the restaurant. Robbie sat by the bar. When she caught his gaze, he slid off the chair and met her at the door.

“I’m glad you came.”

“Why wouldn’t I? When I make commitment, I never go back on it.”

“Neither do I.” Robbie slid his hand under her elbow and led her into the restaurant. Once they were seated, Robbie ordered a bottle of champagne.  “Since we are going to be working together, I thought we would celebrate, get to know each other better.”

Jill couldn’t take her eyes off the olive skinned stranger. She had to be sure he meant what he said about the job.  “I’d like that. I’d like to hear more about the job.” More about you.

The waitress came over and placed a basket of bread on the table and a platter of ziti with basil sauce.

“There’s nothing like discussing business over a plate of macaroni.” Robbie grinned.



Monday, April 25, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Pill


Welcome to this weeks Tuesday Tales to the word prompt pill.  This is a contemporary romance which is still untitled. I hope you enjoy my characters journey.




“I don’t think I can bear the cold weather,” he said.

“What should I say?  Within the next few weeks, I’ll lose my golden tan.”

“You can always go to the tanning salon.”

“Nah. I know the sun isn’t good for you, but the tanning salon is worse.”

He extended his hand. “I’m Robbie Rossitilo.”

“I’m Jill Trantinali,” she said shaking his hand.
“What part of Italy is your family from?"

“My family comes from Sicily high in the mountains. How about you?”

“Venice. My great grandfather use to guide the gondola down the channels delivering shrimp and fish he had caught during the night.”

“From what my mom told me, my great grandfather was a farmer.”

“See we have something in common.  Both our grandfather was in food services.”

Jill opened her bottle of seltzer and took a sip before twisting the cap back on.  It looked like the conversation between the two of them was fading. Glaring at Robbie out of the corner of her eye, she watched him put his briefcase, which more than likely had a laptop in it, on the floor in front of him leaning it against the chair.

“Do you have a job in New York?” he asked leaning his back against the arm of his seat.

“No. I don’t. The show I was writing for wasn’t renewed.”

“What show did you write for?”

“In Another Time.”

Robbie’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding me. That show has been on since I was a kid. I remember my grandmother watching it.”

Jill frowned. “Soap Operas are dwindling down. It seems people would rather watch talk shows and reality television.”    

Robbie nodded in agreement. He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, leading Jill to come to the conclusion that the conversation between them had went dead. Why does she always have to run her mouth and say a little too much about herself. Jill turned her head to face him and when their gazed met he smiled.

“I’m sorry to hear about your job. It sucks. It’s excuse the French a shitty business to be in. The turnover is huge in TV.”

“I’m just thankful that I had twenty-eight years writing on the show. I always liked introducing new characters to keep the plots fresh.  How many secret babies and kidnapping can you do…”

“I might be able to help you.”

“You can?” she asked her eyes popping open.

“I just came off a six month shoot on a new pilot drama, comedy. We can use you’re expertise on the staff.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Not at all.”

Jill stopped talking. This was a dream. Opportunities like this didn’t happen to her. The sound of the airline attendant’s cart approached them. Coming from behind the curtain she could hear the sound of laughter. Laughter.  That was a new word in her vocabulary. The last few years of her life had been hideous; more tears than laughter. Her therapist had advised she continue with her therapy in New York. After finding her husband in bed with their housekeeper, she had a breakdown. Every time she thought about what her husband did to her, she would pop a pill.  Without her doctor knowing she started weaning herself off of them.  She was prepared to start her life over again.

“Thank you, Robbie.”

They talked the rest of the way home making the six hour trip pass by quickly. By the time the plane landed, they realized that they knew a lot of the same people. As the plane emptied out, they stayed in their seats talking about the New York Mets and Yankees. They liked opposite teams, however they shared an interest in the Giants and the Rangers. He told her he had season tickets on the fifty yard line and would love for her to go with him.