Weekly Ramble #44

It’s taken every ounce of my writing strength to reach this moment. Those words, those two words only the real writers will ever know and feel. It’s removal but with satisfaction. It’s acceptance but regret knowing it probably isn’t the best you could do, but nonetheless the track is laid, the motions are in place and the draft is done. Everything else after is yet to come and this is truly the beginning.

The real hard part is done. Getting it out of the thought process and onto pages and into words. Although some elements remain incomplete I am without the strength to carry on. I’ve used it all up creating something only now I was totally ready for. I’ve been on this journey since I was twelve years old, I realized this dream at fifteen and at thirty I finished drafting it. My whole life, my whole purpose as a story teller is to tell one story, everything else is for that, to prepare myself as a writer, to learn my craft, to find my voice, all of it is for that story I first devised over half my life ago.

Dreams have that power, they drive our existence and go deeper than anyone could possibly imagine. They grow as you do, they fight with you and they fight for you. Dreams can be bold, they can be crazy, they can be absurd but they are ours, and nothing will ever take them from us. The characters in my head have carried my dreams with me for as long as I remember and soon, on the horizon compared to the road before me, they will appear for everyone else. I urge you all to dream on, you never know where it will take you…

Jack Thorn and the maverick prophecy is a story that will change science fiction. And I’ll prove a bunch of people wrong along the way… feel that fire inside me yet, its wholly and entirely mine, but you’re invited to help it burn too…

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The question of how…

We’re better than any star rating. Our stuff is better than any star rating, good or bad. There isn’t a review out there that really reflects the journey a writer has taken to lay down those words. So many that judge simply do not know and most will never know. A book is more than a collection of words. It’s a journey created by an anthology of feelings that person has gone through in life and in mind.

There is no formal teaching for telling a story. One finds that within and their ability is tracked through the works they give to the world. Those words in that time are a moment but the creator is already several moments into the future.

What you discover in the present could be another writers past. They may have already used those words to better themselves and to grow or to learn. Not many will ever understand that; but as I said they just don’t know. And maybe that is the real difference of creator and reader; one has the real appreciation for the process, the journey, the feeling and the want; the desire to get better and move forward constantly.

Our work will be perceived as good today but we want it to get better tomorrow making our work yesterday open for criticism but maybe just important to the person who created it.

Most artists will never face the question of why but more the question of how. Perhaps that’s something which is overlooked when judging work… 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekly Ramble #36

 

38 Days. That’s how long I managed to stay away from alcohol. A personal best. A rather proud statistic. Even though I’ve never considered my consumption to be problematic, I decided to abstain to improve my overall health and even lose some weight. The weight loss thing is hard, damn hard, but I’m exercising regular and mostly injury free (back pain has plagued me for some years). 

Even though the next morning I had that all too familiar feeling of not having an interest in drinking for a while I had no remorse this time around. Those couple of mojitos and some number of ales quenched a thirst for a while and I had a fun night which is always my aim.

Now my aim is to stay on the sober path for longer; until my 30th birthday this August. Eventually I can see myself scaling back the alcohol consumption to near enough zero, but I am a writer so bare with me. Plus the social factor is huge, put those two things together and the cocktail of being a boozer appears. As I get older I am trying to be at the very forefront of a healthy lifestyle. Folks are living longer now, medical care is better and that means life expectancy is going up, my Father always said to look after yourself when your young and your body will look after you in older age. Wise words.

Happy health all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time

Time.

Time is our fickle master. You can never have too much and not enough of it all at once. That all depends on what side of the clock you stand. Is it behind you or out in front?

We live surrounded by a sea of seconds, minutes, hours or days although its a water you cannot drink.

Everything seems to be governed by time although any creative process is later defined by someone else’s interpretation. Good or bad nobody ever thinks of the time put in to create what they are judging. The time put in to hone crafts, to think, to theorise and dream. All of this revolves around the clock our lives run by.

Blink and it’s gone. Immerse yourself in something and again it’s gone. No matter what way we situate our minds time is never something we have enough of. Perhaps we should drink the wine, eat the foods and spend our lives with those we love. No matter what, time will take all of such things away. Morbid it is, for those who squander their time or perhaps inciting to those who don’t. A reminder that time will rule over all.

Time is our friend, our enemy and everything in between.

 

 

 

 

 

Rocketman – Review

A candid tell-all story about a truly great musician and artist…

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Rocketman succeeds somewhat where other biographical stories fall short because this film follows Elton John on a very personal and sometimes brutal level. First and foremost it’s a musical which is delivered in way best described as fantasy.

Lead man Taron Egerton whom I was yet to find a good film of until now has found a great way of not only embodying Elton John but also carrying it in his own style while still very much resembling the music superstar we all know. In fact the realism and brutality of fame intertwines brilliantly with a back catalogue of well known and  sometimes melancholy songs that blend together to bring what is a fun immersive story.

We see Elton’s routes from his very early home life and interest in playing the piano. His mother played by the probably over glamourous Bryce Dallas Howard who is believable with an English accent. This is also where the absence of a Father figure emerges for young Elton while he tries to figure out his emerging talent. Soon the story transitions to Egerton’s portrayal where he meets long time lyricist and friend Bernie Taupin; the film does well in telling a story of two artists here; the perfomormer and the writer; something where a lot of bio’s fall short. Eventually they make their way over to the US where Elton’s performance at the LA Troubadour club is portrayed in a fantastical but real way showing the effect of his talent to a new audience. His rise to fame and fortune follows while the life of a Rockstar begins to take its toll.

Overall the premise of this film is delivered in an original reflective way as we are introduced to Elton in full bright orange garb as he sits down for group therapy. He tells the story as if he is in that therapy; from drugs, alcohol and even shopping addiction to even loneliness nothing is sugar coated in what is a great biopic about a great musical artist.

Even the next morning I found myself singing to myself.

5/5 Starts 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Weekly Ramble #35

It’s been a month since I last touched any alcohol. I’ve never seen drink as a problem for myself, one can even joke it’s the solution, but I’m on a quest for better health and a better mind. Booze can be awesome, it makes you feel great, you become more confident, funnier and sometimes even more creative; not that I have ever drunk and wrote (I tried once albeit with dire consequences). Some of my fondest memories have been while sharing a drink of two with fine company. But the problem with something that makes you feel good or better about life is simple; you always want more until eventually one day you turn around and realise you have become the drunk in the room; something I cannot handle being named as.

I’ve learned this past month that there are two ways to completely stop drinking alcohol. Firstly you have to understand drinking is something I’ve come to enjoy in life so you must find something to replace that enjoyment, this in most instances has to be better than what you are replacing. My muse for booze replacement is simple and what I have always done; writing. In the past month I have torn into ‘Jack Thorn’ with 1000’s of words drafted. I also count reading and blogging under the writing umbrella; something I do all of the time now.

Secondly and this compliments the fist: Stay busy. I’m a shift worker and much of the time my hours are constant, working and having a job is great. Nobody can really drink on the job or on the commute home (unless you have a big time problem). The theory is that alcoholism has no cure and neither does addiction; even though I am not addicted or have a problem, I found a way to stop doing something that I overall enjoy but in long game terms is destructive. The remorse of the next morning is another huge factor which has turned me from getting drunk. The problem is I have a good memory of my antics the evening before and so I sometimes spend up to a week after reliving and cringing at my conduct. I said to myself ‘this is not me’ and it isn’t because 28 days without something you enjoy proves it isn’t needed and it also proves I am in control.

 

Jack Thorn: A story of the Future: Chapter 3, Part 2

“Over the top soldiers! What do you think this is a mothers meeting!” The voice of a commanding solider barked pulling Jack out of his trance. He faced the glare of Major Garcia.

“Major. Can’t you see fighting these things with just rifles is suicide?” He asked.

“Tell that to the second gunnery when you see them all in hell. Every day is an opportunity to earn victory soldier. Didn’t I teach you that last time…”

From behind the front lime came a piercing fire of auto rifle. Jack cowered back to see a much more senior soldier look down at them all.

“All of you move in to battle now. You heard the order, go! Or face my bullets. That is an order!”

Major Garcia gave Jack a defeated look and then began to climb the trench.

“This is damn suicide,” Jack said.

“Sometimes that’s all war is,” Garcia added and moved out onto the battle field. Jack gripped the nearest ladder and hauled himself up.

“On your six Jack…” Franco followed his best friend into damnation.

“Come on, we’ve gotta to draw those things away from the front line…” Jack commanded alongside Franco.

“And then what?”

“We’ll think about that when we get there.” Thorn added.

He and Franco charged into battle and caught up with the Major. She stumbled back at the moment a barrage of bright bullets lit up her path. The soldiers in front were blown into vapour. Jack tackled her into a nearby crater and down they went. He didn’t look back to see if his comrade had followed.

“What are you doing Thorn?” She asked giddily.

“Saving your ass Major. We can’t fight these things one on one. They are too damn big, and their guns are two damn lethal,” he said and pushed the Major down.

Just over their covering crater the Shiftmaster stood. The red neon strip panned horizontally toward movement. Then it began to raise a forked arm toward Thorn.

“Take cover,” he shouted.

THUD. THUD. THUD.

Everything drowned away to white noise. Smoke filled the crater and the next thing Jack saw was the face of his best friend along with Connolly and Nicks.

“…either die from friendly fire or in battle,” Connolly shouted with Jack’s hearing coming back.

“Now take this you walking stack of tin!” Connolly angled up and fired his auto rifle.

“What are we aiming at. The whole thing is just metal,” Franco joined him and they both dropped down when more fire came over head.

“The only weakness of that thing seems to be the computer in it’s head,” Nicks said. She unstrapped her ruck sack and offered Major Garcia a bandage for her cut arm.

“The head is wrapped up tight in armour,” Connolly shouted over more fire. He peered up toward the nearby threat. From across the battlefield came a roar of screams.

“Damn that’s brutal.” Connolly and Franco watched the other Shiftmaster step down into a crater presumably full of soldiers.

In all the time this happened Jack sat there working things out. They needed to draw the Shiftmaster away without getting killed. The computer sitting in its thirty-foot-high head had been lashed in armour.

“Blunt force. What about an explosion?” Jack asked. He looked to Nicks.

“How do we get an explosion up there?” She asked.

“You got any gren…”

“Great minds huh?” From her rucksack she offered him two ball shaped grenades.

“Pull the ring and wait til the right time? Then throw but maybe lose an arm?” Franco said taking a grenade.

It wouldn’t be that simple. Too many maybes, if’s and buts. They would need to guarantee the explosion happened at Shiftmaster head height.

“That’s great thinking of a plan and all but the threat is very much knocking on the door,” Connolly said.

“I got it,” Jack said. He took the two grenades.

“You got any string or rope?” He asked to Nicks. She rifled through the rucksack and pulled a reel of fuse wire.

“Fuse wire?”

“It will have to do,” Jack said. He reeled off a length and Nicks moved in to cut it with a knife. Then he got to work looping the wire around a grenade and then through the pull ring.

THUMP.

“It’s here!” Franco shouted and they all looked up to see the large metal foot.

“Get it to turn away,” Jack ordered and already Connolly was moving.

“Come on Franco. We’re bullet fodder,” he dragged Franco up and they fired whilst clambering out of their crater.

Pneumatic whining droned down to Thorn. He briefly looked up to see the Shiftmaster turn to follow Connolly and Franco. Then the huge gun-mounted arm did the same.

“Get down!” Nicks shouted. She then took the first wired grenade whilst Jack used the same length of wire to loop in the second grenade.

“Over here bitch face!” Franco shouted with a whining fear in his voice. He erratically turned and fired.

The booming response replied instantly. Connolly had already dived into another crater and Franco somehow evaded the threat.

“Woo!” He shouted.

“Okay it’s done,” Jack said perhaps a little too loudly.

The Shiftmaster began to turn back their way.

“Shit,” Nicks said taking a step back. They had nowhere to go. The huge arm began to swing their way.

“Hey. Over here!”

Jack and Nicks looked to Major Garcia. She had slipped away and stood in the complete opposite direction. The neon strip had already turned to her.

“Do it Thorn! Take it down!” Garcia barked.

Jack stumbled out onto the muddy battlefield armed only with two grenades tethered to each other by fuse wire. He took one deep breath and swung them once around his head. Then he released. In slow motion his make shift slingshot grenade mock up careened forward. Almost instantly it darted to head height of the metal giant and clanged around it’s wide head.

“Get down Garcia. No!” Franco shouted from his crater.

In slow motion Jack watched the grenades wrap around the wide head before pulling the fuse wire tight. The looped rings popped out.

THUD. THUD.THUD.

Bright large calibre bullets lit up the battlefield and coursed to Major Garcia. There were no craters for cover, and she stood in the line of fire.

“No!” Jack shouted and looked away. He closed both eyes for a moment and missed the booming roar from above.

A cheer of approval echoed from behind. The Shiftmasters head now resembled a smoking heap of metal and wires.

Jack had already broke into a sprint along with Nicks. They burst through bullet smoke and got to the Major. In the background came the sound of metal clanging to the ground. The Shiftmaster sunk along with Thorn’s heart as he dropped to Garcia.

“I guess, this is, how I would have, wanted it…” she said. Jack pulled her in close.

“Ah man. This is a mess,” Nicks said and had already got to work with trying to patch up the huge gaping holes flowing with red.

“Leave it, medic, you know, what comes next,” Garcia added with a deathly gurgle.

“Let her work Major,” Jack said. He saw her red stained teeth as she smiled.

“Stubborn, even in, the face of, death. Just like, Clark… yeah, I knew, your old man. I put in, that good work for ya, to the Sarge, also.”

“I know you did Major and thank you.” He knew this was it. She was going any second now and so he did the only thing he could, he took her hand.

“Don’t, you thank, me kid. This, deal, it’s your destiny. My advice…” The Major began to shake.

“Trust, your damn destiny kid.” And she took her final breath before both of her now watery eyes glazed over.

Another booming explosion roared from across the battlefield. Jack and Nicks looked to see the other Shiftmaster looming.

“We need to find cover,” Nicks said.

Jack gripped the body of Major Garcia and began to drag her back.

“What are you doing?” Nicks asked. Franco and Connolly passed her and helped Jack.

“I’m honouring the dead,” Jack barked.

The three of them hauled Major Garcia to their previous crater hiding spot.

“There are too many that will never get home. Even if they aren’t for this life anymore,” Jack said. They lowered her into cover.

“He’s right man,” Franco said and handed Jack his auto rifle.

“Take cover!” An incoming soldier roared. She led a small group to the crater just as the second Shiftmaster opened fire.

“How did you take the first one down?” She asked revealing a blood-soaked stomach.

“Let me take a look at that,” Nicks said and got to work.

“We need grenades,” Jack said to her.

“Thompson. You got any bangers left?” This commanding woman asked and winced as Nicks patched her up.

“Down to my last two,” a soldier called Thompson unclipped two grenades from his armour.

He handed them to Jack who already got to work with fuse wire.

“You want me to throw this time?” Franco asked.

“No. Just hold that thing back,” Jack said.

THUMP.

THUMP.

The second Shiftmaster stepped closer. They could all hear the hydraulic whine as it’s gun mounted forked arm began to move.

“Get down soldiers. Jesus we would have more room if this stiff wasn’t in the way,” the commanding woman said.

“This stiff was one of ours, so she stays,” Thorn said through gritted teeth. He finished looping the grenades and got ready.

“I’m gonna need some covering fire,” he ordered and shuffled back.

“That’s us Connolly.” This time Franco pulled Connolly out of the crater and soldier Thompson followed.

They side stepped whilst firing. Nicks dropped down and grabbed Jack’s rifle. With the woman she just patched up they began to fire

The Shiftmaster followed Franco’s group but the gun pointed towards the crater. Jack swung the grenades twice and released.

“This if for the Major!”

THUD.THUD. THUD.THUD. THUD

Mud and smoke kicked up all around them. Jack cowered back and went down with Nicks following. Everyone else in the crater laid low.

“Keep firing!” Connolly commanded from nearby, but it was too smoky to see.

Then came the popping explosion. Through smoke clouds Jack looked up to a brightness. Next, they all heard the clanging of metal falling to the mud. The huge arm mounted gun flopped beside the crater with a breeze that cleared the view.

Another cheering roar sounded all around. Jack stood in the midst of action, his mind shaken and body out of breath. They had downed the second Shiftmaster.

“Return to the line soldiers. Wounded are a priority!” The trench speaker system announced echoing out to them.

“Good work soldiers!” The commanding woman said and climbed out with others.

Jack stood reactionless looking at Major Garcia’s body.

“Come on. We can’t leave her here,” he said and with Nicks began to lift the body when both Connolly and Franco joined them.

Together they hoisted and carried the Major’s body out of the crater. Nearby soldiers looked on, some with puzzlement while others stood with defiance. That day they had all felt the true meaning of loss in conflict. Something which would unite them and create a bond only man and woman could find in fighting together. Major Garcia meant something to Thorn’s past and he would make sure her name was honoured.

End of Part 9

READ PART 10 HERE

Tune in Next week for another edition of Jack Thorn. Same Jack time, same Jack place… Remember if you enjoyed reading, tell a friend, leave a comment and share it around on social media…

Copyright 2004 – 2019 ‘Jack Thorn’ and ‘The Thorn Legacy’ Written By Lee Hall 2019 All rights reserved.  

Weekly Ramble #23

I’m still coming down. And god damn I am proud of what we did over the weekend. For the first time in the 76 year history of Iver Heath Drama Club we put on our own written pantomime show.

This journey hasn’t been easy (and there’s still another weekend of shows to go), they never are and the reward is like nothing I have ever felt before. Writing plays is something I transitioned into from performing, every show I was cast in, I took that as an opportunity to fuel my learning. Eventually that turned into the unique ability to be able to tell my own stories and the open welcoming environment of Iver Heath Drama Club has fostered and nurtured my writing to heights I could never imagine.

I take a look around and ask myself how the fu** did we get here? How did this whole deal become this big. The answer, like all big answers is relatively simple. Without intentionally being deep, the answer much like everything good we ever do or create comes from within.

And I say this now as advice to anyone looking to succeed in not only writing, but in life and work. All you have to do is show up on time and work hard. Get there and roll up your sleeves. If the environment you’re in is decent and so are the people, eventually they will reward you for showing up and doing a shift. And quite possibly they might even love you for it. Everything else will follow, we all learn in our own way.

I view story telling as just a sequence of ideas put together in a neat orderly fashion. The more time you spend tidying up those ideas in that mind of yours, the better the stories will get along with those ideas. Above all I create because I enjoy it, making something gives me the greatest sense of fulfillment in life and this time around I am not alone. We put together a show as a team, and for the first time, writing hasn’t been a solitary lone affair, its been so much more and so I can live with being high on that for a while…

Weekly Ramble #22

Don’t let anybody ever tell you that you cannot create. We only learn in this world by creating, and we can only create by learning; these two forces foster each other and above all they give everyone in this world purpose. 

I have learned that to create is to feel and be free. To be free in this world is to live and to feel makes this whole deal real. Nothing sets me free more than writing and creating worlds. Find what sets you free, pursue it, get addicted to it, believe in it and shout about it. Some day soon if you try and keep trying, you’ll find a small group of wonderful like minded folks who may do the shouting for you, reward them, befriend them, be kind to them. Give back what has been given to you and be humble. Remember those who’ve helped and those who haven’t, don’t carry grudges; laugh at such things.

Buy that second hand guitar and teach yourself to play, you might suck to begin with; but you’ve gotta start somewhere and learn. Find others who suck and befriend them. Learn to play and figure this stuff out together. Put a band together and start to jam; get that first gig but keep playing no matter how crap the reviews are, eventually you’ll learn and eventually you’ll get good. You could even be the next Cobain or Grohl because they never gave up creating. They always had it inside them and so do you.

Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you cannot create.