Marie Wilson
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Harper Collins published my novel "The Gorgeous Girls". My feature film screenplay "Sideshow Bandit" has won several awards at film festivals. I have a new feature film screenplay called "A Girl Like I" and it's looking for a producer.
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Jayla Mile. Chapters 11, 12, 13
11. Sticks and Stones Descending from Stop 39, the tipsy pair head north in a cab to the man’s house. Far from the brash city lights, he leads her along a moonlit path in the autumnal night. Noticing a small pine tree, she pauses to take in the fresh scent of its resin. She topples a little into its moon-splashed needles so he takes her arm - that arm again - and steers her to the front door of his house, a modest brick manse on a piece of land dotted with plants and trees.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Chapters 9 & 10
9. Lilacs and Roses Jay and Gold bar hop, from Club Intime to the Cloak and Dagger to Stop 39, where they are thirty-nine storeys into the sky and twenty-six stories into his life. He punctuates his lengthy diatribes with the lighting of cigarettes. Holding the lit match for a pregnant moment, his chiseled features are illuminated from below; devilish shadows play there as he tilts his head down to ignite the waiting fag. Exhaling, he extinguishes the match flame with a snap of his wrist, then looks up at her through strategically arranged eyebrows to resume the spinning of a metaphysical qabbalistical quandary around and about her brain.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Chapters 7 & 8
7. Going for Gold: At seven o'clock on the assigned Friday evening Jay walks from her class at the Lilac Circus to the street of the lowlit Club Intime. She intends to stop and have a cigarette a block away from its canopied entrance, while pondering her next move. It seems foolish, this rendezvous, an invitation to the kind of trouble she’d decided to be through with. Man Trouble.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters
Jayla Mile. Top Story - August 2025.
1. The Magic If If you were to see her from the fifth floor of a downtown apartment building, a dark figure passing strange and floating mirage-like amidst the broken-brick chimneys and gravel-topped roofs within your range of vision, you might only see a flurry of black and fading garments fluttering in the wind. But if she were to look up, you might also see, through green spider plant spindles and a rain-drizzled window, the blue and sorrow of her eyes. And if you were Samuel Cornerstone you’d have a sixth sense about this dark angel, this saviour of your soul - St. Jayla of the Lilac Circus - and you would pray she’d come to you finally and completely, and when at last she did, you’d take her by the hand and go paint the town Rose Madder.
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Chapters
Autographs
When I was a kid autograph books were a thing and you’d inevitably get one for your birthday or Christmas. But these little books were for comments and signatures from your friends and family and even your teachers. They were not for movie stars or celebrities. We didn't know any famous people and were unlikely to encounter any, so that was not the goal. The idea was the common folk in your hood or house wrote a little poem or joke then signed it. Here's my brother's entry:
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Geeks
Something Wonderful
My daughter makes zines, little works of art - This zine measures 3" X 2" - And has 7 pages - She's an artist and a musician in a punk band. She also printed a special mini version of this particular zine, just to put an even finer point on the already fine point:
By Marie Wilson7 months ago in Art
Paris Excerpts
Verlaine died in a building on the Rue Descartes. Almost a century later, Hemingway rented a room in the same building. Of that time and room he wrote: "But sometimes when I started a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that they made. I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think: 'Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.'"
By Marie Wilson8 months ago in Wander
