Generation:
GenX (1960-1975)
Author of Legs Talk.
Legs Talk: Let Your Legs do the Talking is a unique gift book in which the story is told by a pair of legs with lots of attitude. This is a witty tale of love found and lost. Photographs of a model's legs take you through the story from beginning to end. The pictures tell the story, but the captions pack a wallop as well.
Regarded as the perfect get over-him gift, Legs Talk speaks to single women and their nutty relationships. If you're fed up with the dating scene and need a good laugh about it, Legs Talk is the book for you - great for divorce parties.
Generation:
GenX (1960-1975)
Author, D. E. Boone take you on a very sensual, visual and most delightful journey into the world of dating. Legs Talk is a quirky, offbeat type of illustrated story that tells the complete tale of a relationship, gone bad. If "Sex and The City" was filmed from the waist down only, you'd get D.E. Boone's "Legs Talk," a sassy picture book that speaks to single women and their nutty relationships. Mostly, though, "Legs Talk" speaks to their legs.
Legs Talk: Let Your Legs do the Talking by D.E. Boone; Price: $14.95;
ISBN: 978-0-9797453-4-8; LCCN: 2007904671 ; 5.5 x 7 trade paperback .
There are numerous self-help books on the market that enable people to cope with major life transitions - divorce, the death of a spouse, the move to a new neighborhood, the onset of empty-nest syndrome. Nothing attacks life changes better, though, than the wit and mirth of Catherine Goldhammer's "Still Life With Chickens". Her conversational style is hilarious and reads as if she is sitting across the table from you over coffee and talking about her move to a fixer-upper house by the sea.
BEHIND EVERY GREAT ROMANCE IS A STRUGGLING WRITER
Can Life really imitate Art? When sophomore Laurie Preston is chosen to be lead screenwriter for a movie her high school is producing, she sees the chance of a lifetime to scribble a romantic script that will finally make the boy of her dreams say the words she's been longing to hear. Unfortunately, the senior hottie who won her star-struck heart from the very first moment she saw him has yet to discover she even exists.
If my husband and I are ever on a quiz show and the topic is White Christmas, we will easily leave our fellow contestants in the dust. Throughout our marriage – and, for me, even longer than that – it has been a tradition that the holidays don’t officially commence until we’ve watched Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye croon their way to Pine Tree, Vermont and give their former commanding general the best darned Christmas of his life.
In 1950, a country bumpkin named Igor Straminsky answered his country’s call to duty and, as an unwitting Army private, soon found himself in the most hostile environment that the planet could ever serve up. No, we’re not talking about Korea. We’re talking about the men and women of the 4077th who queued up three times a day with plastic trays, growling stomachs, and growing suspicions that they’d more likely meet their deaths at the inept hands of their new cook than they ever would in confrontations with the enemy they’d come to fight.
Writers have often expressed the view that Life is a continuous melting pot of free material; it’s just a matter of soaking it all up and discerning which parts are the most likely to yield commercial success when you put them to paper. To someone like myself who is as much an enthusiast of good writing as I am of good food, the journey to success doesn’t even have to start with taking a step outside one’s front door. If you want your plots to really get cooking, there's no better place for your education to begin than in your own kitchen.
"You've written musicals before, haven't you?" an associate of mine inquired.
It seems that two women she knew - and whom I’ll call Gwen and Sybil - were looking for someone to develop both the stage and film script for a score they’d written about a tortured Italian artiste.
Thinking it could be fun, I asked them to send a synopsis. I also invited them to a fave Pasadena bistro to chat over a glass of wine. If I'd had my wits about me, I would have further instructed my fave waiter, Andrew, to rescue me after the first 10 minutes.
Wally found me - as so many clients do - by reading screenwriting magazines and trolling the Internet for advice. He liked what I had to say and wanted to engage my consulting services to mentor him through his Epic.
Yes, you read that right. Epic. Wally was fixated for some inexplicable reason on Lewis and Clark. In fact, he had spent a good deal of his adult life reading everything he could about the intrepid explorers and decided the time was right to tell The True Story.
