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A Screenplay Inspired by Real Life Events

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Take a Peek Won't You?

So, I’ve had a lot of inquiries from family and friends to let them know what I’m working on at the moment. In the past three months, I’ve written three complete screenplays, and I’d like to share my favorite with you. This was quite the learning process for me. I basically created a MasterClass for myself in screenwriting, buying six recommended books (Story Line: Finding Gold in your Life Story, Writing the TV Drama Series: How to Succeed as a Professional Writer in TV, The Writers Journey: Mythic Structure for Writers, Story: Substance, Structure, Style and the Principles of Screenwriting, and Save the Cat: The Last Book on Screenwriting You’ll Ever Need) on the subject, and consuming them as fast as I could. I also spent hours listening to current and back episodes of ScriptNotes with John August(@johnaugust) and Craig Mazin(@clmazin). I created workbooks, notes, and a lesson plan. I felt like a college professor all over again. All the while, I was pecking away at my stories.

All Up to Faith was inspired by my wife. She has taken a large bite of the American dream that so many of us wish we had the nerve to try. She is a successful entrepreneur, and she did it all on her own. Spa on Main opened over eight years ago and has been financially successful every year. Some years were more rigorous than others, but she has been an inspiration for me and many others as a person with drive, tenacity, and full of warm and engaging energy. She’s always full of creative ideas on how to further her work, and I guess it’s so inspiring because it’s all based on such a simple premise, to help others relax and find a little peace in their day.

Now the script is only loosely based on real events, and if you are a patron of my wife’s establishment and think you see yourself somewhere in this story … well, you may be correct. So, without further ado…

Below is a teaser (opening moments of the show before the title credits, for the uninitiated). If you find it intriguing, I have placed a link here and below to the full script, or you’d prefer a PDF of the teaser in proper format, you can find that HERE. Enjoy!



The cloudy blue sky of a picture-perfect morning wraps around
a Norman Rockwell like downtown landscape. Flowers bloom,
birds CHIRP, and the sun shines.

One storefront stands out from the rest, covered in fresh
flowers and a classical hand-painted sign announcing “Faith’s
Day Spa,” above “OPENING DAY!”

A cheap compact car pulls into view and parks.


White knuckling the steering wheel is FAITH DAVIS, a mane of
curly hair, perfect makeup and a face full of fear.

Her eyes focus on a pitifully small diamond ring on her left
hand. She rips it off and chunks it in the back seat.

She takes a deep breath and exhales with a long calming sigh.

(eyes closed)
Lord, give me the strength to
provide a perfect calming
environment for my customers,
provide for my son, and prove to
him his momma is not a pushover.
(then remembering)
Oh, and also finally to show that
peckerwood ex-husband of mine that
I can stand on my on two feet
without him. Amen.

She opens her eyes filled with joy and excitement until …
PLOP. A large creamy load of bird shit lands on her

She looks up to heaven.

Not the message I was hoping for


Faith wrestles with her key in the front door. She shakes and
shimmies, trying to get the key to turn until CLICK, it

JASMINE, a young and spritely cosmetologist wearing high
heels runs up behind Faith.

Boo! Morning boss lady!

Faith takes in Jasmine’s messy hair, unmade face, and heels,
then she walks inside, trying to hold onto her smile.


Jasmine, you know you’re a “beauty”
specialist right?

Don’t pitch a hissy fit. Just gimme
five, and I’ll be as purty as a

Jasmine gives Faith a friendly pop on the behind and bounces
in her heels to the makeup counter.

The door JINGLES as it opens. Gracing them with her presence
is HOLLY, dreadlocks, flowing clothes, and yoga mat tucked
under her arm.

Namaste free spirits.

Hey there tinker-bell.

I told you not to call me that.

Good morning Holly.

Is it?

A fidgety MAN wearing overalls yanks on the front door. It’s
stuck … again.

Girls, be nice. First customer!

Faith assists with the door.

Man am I glad you’re open. Can I
use your toilet?

Faith gathers her pride and points down the hall.

Third door on your left.

Overalls Man quickly potty walks in that direction.

Ugh, I hope he doesn’t want a

Or a pedicure. Can you imagine
those feet?

You should treat our customers the
way you would want to be treated.

Yeah? Well, first, you have to have

Holly turns and walks to her treatment room with a look of
pleasure in stealing the last word.

Okay! How about a little spa music?

Jasmine flips on the spa sound system.


Loud, booming gangsta rap MUSIC fills the spa. Faith runs and
hits a button, switching it to soothing environmental sounds.

Faith! I didn’t know you were such
an OG.


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#ICYMI Joey Lauren Adams – Actor, Writer, Director – Artist

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#ICYMI Joey Lauren Adams - Actor, Writer, Director - Artist

This special episode is a recording from three years ago during the El Dorado Film Festival, which also happens to be this weeks sponsor. I was lucky enough to sit down with one of my favorite artists, Joey Lauren Adams. Joey is from Arkansas. She grew up with her entire family and all her friends living within walking distance, having known each other so long that they can’t remember when they met.

When she eventually found her way to California, she was embarrassed about growing up in Arkansas. Her first job was as a seating hostess in a restaurant where she learned just how far the south was from the rest of the world. After looking for her LA self, she decided to go back to her southern roots and really own it, and boy did she find success.

However, feeling like there was nothing proactive about being an actress, she began to get frustrated. This is when her awakening as an artist seems to have bloomed. Discovering writing and eventually directing have allowed her to scratch that creative itch. You can hear it in her voice as she describes her process, writing what she knew, and using Linklater and Kevin Smith as her film contemporaries for inspiration.

There are some real gems in her storytelling within the episode, including her run-in with Johnny Cash, whose eight-track she used to sleep with when she was a girl back home in Arkansas. We even take a little dip into the religion pool to talk about inspiration and beliefs. Enjoy this week’s special (in case you missed it #ICYMI) episode with a genuine creative spirit.

Grave Headstone of Alexander Kieth McClung, the Black Knight of the South

Tales of Gunpowder and Smoke – The Black Knight of the South

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Tales of Gun Powder and Smoke

So for the past several years, I have been researching this unique character, and the first time I heard his name, I knew that he must have a bizarre story. I was reading a book on famous duels, guns, not swords. Each chapter was divided into tales of various battles between two individuals. Some knife fights, but mostly it was iron and smoke. The chapter title that caught my attention was, “The Black Knight of the South.” I mean, come on, I gotta read that.

Alexander Kieth McClung was born in Virginia in 1811. He was classically educated, joined the service at a young age, resigning after nearly killing a superior officer in his first duel, and was later trained as a lawyer. The bloodshed begins after a move to Jackson, MS. in the 1830s where the young lawyer was attempting to build a practice.

Dueling was a regular practice in the country well into the early 1900s. The most famous duel was between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, and although it’s a great story (SPOILERS: Hamilton is not a good shot), I like the ones you find in the shadows. The Black Knight would earn his fame by systematically executing nearly a dozen men over ten years. I can only imagine what it must be like to be known as such a deadly killer. In fact, there is a story that later in life, after McClung had issued a superior tongue lashing, the offended party responded with a challenge, tossing his card at McClung’s face. McClung stood, offered his card in exchange, to which the challenger kindly asked for his to be returned, and graciously apologized for offending the infamous Black Knight.

His first recorded duel that ended in death was with a local lawyer and politician in Jackson, MS. The two men became foes shortly after McClung arrived in Jackson. Alexander was considered a terrible lawyer, but his uncle was the fourth Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court, Justice John Marshal. Therefore, he had quite a bit of clout in the legal realm. However, his opponent, Gen. Allen, broke the confidence of McClung by disclosing a private conversation. When McClung accused Gen. Allen of the offense, he struck back. Allen announced at the local bar in front of more than a hundred patrons that McClung was a liar and a scoundrel. McClung attempted to browbeat Gen. Allen in response. Allen receiving the opening that he was likely looking for from the onset of the quarrel, sent McClung a challenge, declaring the terms of the meeting.

The selection of weapons was usually the right of the one who is challenged, but Allen, secure and well known in his shooting ability with a pistol, was determined. The two men were to meet later that same evening in a grassy field next to the Pearl River. The men would be positioned eighty yards apart, given four pistols, and a bowie knife. Each gun would contain a single shot, and the blades were to finish one another off, should the firing weapons not serve that purpose.

Allen, knowing McClung was a hothead, assumed that he could win by preserving his shots while McClung rushed him in a bloodlust, firing his weapons dry. Unfortunately for Allen, he was incorrect. Later that evening as the two men began advancing on one another after the given signal, it was Allen who allowed his nerves to get the better of him. The Black Knight cooly walked towards his prey. When they were within thirty yards of one another, Allen shouted, “Now we will see who the coward is!” McClung responded, “Yes, we will.” While Allen was pulling out his knife, McClung placed a bullet in his brain.

Soon after that, the Black Knight went on a rampage of duels getting mixed up in an altercation with the Menifee family. He executed nearly a dozen of the Menifee men in a decade long feud. It is during this vendetta that we get the story of the most notable shot that the Black Knight ever made.

John Menifee, the first of many Menifee men to see the barrel of McClung’s gun pointing in their direction, was a crack shot with a short rifle. So, when the two men got into a tussle, and Alexander issued the challenge, Menifee accepted and selected his favorite weapon. McClung must have been concerned, as he was not a good shot with a rifle. They were to meet later the next day, near the same location along the Pearl River where he had finished off Gen. Allen.

The two men squared off at one hundred yards. At the signal, the two men raised their weapons and fired. It is reported that Menifee’s rifle went off first and McClung was shortly after. A moment of stillness as the rifle cracks echoed in the air, smoke rising from their barrels. Menifee slides to his knees and finally crumbles over, landing face-first in the dirt. The Black Knight had another victim.

It wasn’t just the distance that resulted in the notoriety of McClung after the duel, it was his aim. At first, Menifee’s second cried foul and issued his own challenge. Directly above John Menifee’s eyes were two holes, and the crowd thought Alexander had cheated. It took some time to quiet down the mob and judge precisely what happened. Upon further examination it was discovered that the Black Knight’s rifle ball had struck Menifee’s iron sights, causing the bullet to split in two, both entering his skull.

Stories go on through the years, exploring his exploits with women, becoming an officer in the war with Mexico against Santa Anna, and next to a Bolivian ambassador. As I continue to dig the thread just seems to get longer. I haven’t, however, been able to locate that very first book that I read about him so many years ago. I made copies of the chapter which I have carried around in a folder for nearly fifteen years, but unfortunately, there is no title or author information on the page. Just tales of the smell of gunpowder.

Grave Headstone of Alexander Kieth McClung, the Black Knight of the SouthIt took some time, and a good deal of patience on the part of my family as we drove around an ancient cemetery in Vicksburg, MS. last year. However, after a good deal of searching, we found his grave. At the young age of forty-four, he bit down on his service revolver from his days as an officer and shot himself. Rumors are he had a unique chair constructed with a split in the back, allowing his open skull to fall backward and avoid the bloody mess spoiling his favorite suit … black, of course.