12″ x 12″ on prepared board, based on an original commissioned painting by Jahn Breeze.
A period Western, Fort Defiance is a screenplay that no longer exists.
Written in the 90s, it was shopped to actors’ agents and production companies, generated interest, and then failed to move forward. Over the years I’ve tinkered with it, trying to bring new life into a project that came oh-so-close.
Here’s what I want to say about my personal white elephant: She was a good piece of work. Since creating Fort Defiance I’ve become a better writer, and I have the skills to make this a better script . . . but it’s not possible. Any project is of a time and place. Who I was, how I thought, what the world and society considered taboo, can’t be revisited. Let the project go. This is my farewell to a lifelong story.
Recording this song reiterated that lesson. On my album Heart of Iron I had an experienced instrumentalist and recording partner. All I had to do was sing. This time, although I’ve been blessed once again with an excellent sound engineer, I had to wear every musical hat and my expertise is paltry. I wish I could present a smoother version of Desert Lullaby, but the most important thing is to get it out now, while it’s of the moment. I will get better, and the pressure of publication is part of that improvement process.
Hearing laughter in the night, Jane investigates only to find Rochester’s room on fire. The intimacy of the darkness, the mystery, and the danger sparks a romance.
(JANE) UNQUIET SEA, WATER WILD. A SWEET SHORE BECKONS. THE FRESH’NING GALE DRIVES ME BACK. MY FANCY RECKONS. WHAT JOYFUL BREEZE TRIUMPHANTLY BLEW ME FAR FROM THE LAND? IT WAS YOU.
(ROCHESTER) I WOKE TO FLAMES, SCALDING HEAT. MY WORLD WAS BURNING. MY SKIN ON FIRE, HAIR AFLAME, WITH NO RETURNING. WHO LIT THE BLAZE THAT KINDLED ANEW A MAN HALF ALIVE? IT WAS YOU.
SHE’S A GENII IN A BOTTLE FLOATING SAFE TO SHORE. PULL THE CORK OUT, PRAISE HER MAGIC, WISH FOR SOMETHING MORE.
(JANE) I’M A PAPER IN A BOTTLE ON A STORM-TOSSED SEA. I AM BOBBING. I AM DROWNING. DEAR LORD, RESCUE ME. BURNING.
Jane is forced to attend the awkward party of guests Rochester invites over. As she tries to slip away, she’s caught by Rochester’s duet with Blanche who, we later discover, bears an uncanny resemblance to Bertha.
(ROCHESTER) QUEEN MARY MADE LOVE TO A FIDDLER, A DANDY CALLED RIZZIO BY NAME. SHE HAD HIS WEE BABE, AND DARNLEY IN RAGE, STABBED RIZZIO AND ENDED HIS GAME.
PLAY, SING, AND RHYME. THE REST IS NOT WORTH A FILIP. A MAN WHO CAN’T QUIP WITH A DAME ON HIS HIP WILL FEEL THE KNIFE’S SHARP POINTY TIP.
(BLANCHE) QUEEN MARY PLEDGED TROTH TO THE DEVIL, A SPICY ROGUE, BOTHWELL BY NAME. HE KIDNAPPED HIS WIFE, AND TOOK DARNLEY’S LIFE, AND DIED IN A PRISON, INSANE.
HUNT, SHOOT, AND FIGHT. THE REST IS NOT WORTH A FILIP. A MAN WHO CAN’T RIP A MAN’S NECK WITH HIS GRIP IS AN APPLE THAT CAN’T SOW ITS PIP.
Please find song and album information at bandcamp.
Jane knows she loves Rochester, and that, as his governess, the relationship is improper and impossible. Her sleeping dreams, though, have their own mind.
(JANE) DAISY CHAINS AND MOONBEAM RINGS FAIRY CHILD DANDLED LEGS AND SYLVAN WINGS FAIRY CHILD
WHY DO YOU VISIT ME EVERY NIGHT? WHY DO I LOVE YOU? WHO GAVE ME THE RIGHT?
DAPPLED SHADE AND SILKEN STRINGS FAIRY CHILD DARLING BABE OF A DARKENED KING FAIRY CHILD
Based on Charles Dickens’ classic, this Scrooge screenplay incorporates some of the lesser-known but charming book details, some moments from the most beloved movie versions, and a bit of imagination.
A medieval rom-com screenplay with all the fun and none of the boring parts from Chaucer’s “Canterbury Tales”. Don’t worry — except for some 14th century bawdy language, the story is very PG.
Book cover art for the published screenplay: Charlotte Bronte’s classic story with a focus on romance, character, and gothic horror. One-sheet music included at the end of the book.