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New Book Release From Ginger Marin

“Adventures in Avalon: An Offbeat & Quirky Adult Bedtime Story” by Ginger Marin was published in paperback on June 24, 2016. The book is also available in Kindle Format and it can be read for free via KindleUnlimited. Click the link to go straight to the Amazon sales page.

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Description:  Intrepid reporter Ginger Marin discovers a lost civilization of cartoon people living in Middle America, in a town called Avalon in the County of Ligature-Upon-Avon … one of those quaint little communities that is somewhat lost in American space, neither here nor there but definitely somewhere.

Her dispatches from the front lines will thrill and excite you as she describes all the crazy things cartoon people do when they think no one’s watching. You’ll read the fascinating, slightly raunchy, true tales of the Avalon Defense Department (a.k.a. police department) where rock star police detective General Schnitzkof, a former British officer, and his trusted assistant, rookie cop WingWing, a rotund little dumpling of a “lad”, solve some of the town’s most absurd crimes such as these: “The Case of the Missing Member or How John Sir Gwaine Bobolini Lost One of His Family Jewels and How He Recovered It … Well Sort Of”, “The Case of the Missing Haunted Mobile Home” and last, but certainly not least, “The Cream Puff Caper”, where you’ll meet some of Avalon’s worst offenders like that pervert Mr. Parabolikos and murderous old lady Wiggins.

Ginger Marin is an actor-writer living in Los Angeles. For information about her acting credits, please visit Ginger’s IMDB Page.  Also follow Ginger Marin on Goodreads.

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Writers’ Literary Agency Scam Alert

by Ginger Marin

This scam alert involves a company operating on the Internet as Writers’ Literary Agency & Marketing Company.  It’s a scam talent agency duping writers into believing that they could get representation through their company and then hits them up for a $95.00 critique fee.  They first lead people to believe that there are two different companies involved, one acting as a talent agency and the other acting as the Critique company.  In truth, they are the very same company and all the people you end up communicating with are also one in the same.   First of all, they do everything via email.  There is no phone number; they don’t want to actually speak to anyone until you are supposedly further along their process and they have allegedly assigned you an agent.  Of course you never get to that point since all they want is your $95.00.

Writers’ Literary Agency & Marketing Company operates from the website http://www.wlwritersagency.com.  Its screenplay division operates from the website  http://www.wlscreenplayagency.com.  The other company name that they operate under where the money is actually collected is Writer’s Literary  & Publishing Services Company at the website:  http://www.writersliterary.com.

Here’s how the scam works.

You fill out an online form where you list your pertinent details and the subject of your screenplay (book, TV show, whatever).  A few days later they write back telling you whether they liked what they read or not. No doubt, they like everything they read, but I suppose it’s possible that they will send a few negative responses just to perpetuate the feeling of authenticity.   In any case, they reported back that they liked the screenplay summary and followed up by sending a contract that you have to fill out and email back to them.  Subsequently, they email it back to you with their printed “signature”.  Now you believe you have a legitimate contract with them.  Then you send them your actual screenplay, which oddly they don’t bother to read.  Instead, they ask if you have a formal written critique of your work which follows a standard format.  In most cases, the writer hoping for representation will not have such a document.  They then offer a link to a company they say they do business with (Writer’s Literary  & Publishing Services Company) that will give you a critique at a “discounted rate” of $95.00.  You are instructed to make payment via their link to PayPal (their preferred method).  Now they have your money.  You wait patiently for your critique which never comes.

Since the deadline for your receiving the critique has passed, you start your enquiries only to discover that your contact at the critique company does not respond to any of your emails.  Her name was “Joan” by the way.  Suddenly up pops someone named “Vicki” who says she never heard of a “Joan”.  This Vicki comes up with excuse after excuse as to why your critique was not done.  When you point out numerous contradictions in her emails, she never actually responds to any of the facts.  When you demand a refund, you are ignored.  When you email your contact at the Literary Agency (“Andrea”) who referred you to them, you are ignored just as you are when you contact the alleged owner of the Literary Agency (“Sherry Fine”).  This person “Sherry” is the one who allegedly makes the decision on your work then throws it over to her flunky, in this case “Andrea”.  By now, you would have guessed that there is only one person, maybe two, operating this scam.  As I said, everything is done via email with long FAQs (frequently asked questions) attached so you get a good deal of information as to their “process” without ever having the opportunity to speak to a human.

Back at the Agency’s website, all the email links have been disconnected and the email addresses being displayed have spaces and odd commas in them so that if anyone sent an email it wouldn’t get there.  Of course, it doesn’t matter, since no one will respond unless you’re identified, I imagine, as a new potential customer (new blood).

Many, many companies on the Internet are reputable ones.  Unfortunately, Writers’ Literary Agency & Marketing Company is not one of them.  It is their purpose in life to leech off the dreams of talented individuals who just want to have a legitimate chance to getting their works read and represented.

Article by Ginger Marin. To learn about her acting, visit Ginger Marin’s IMDB page.

“There’s a Boy in Here” – Book Coverage

by Ginger Marin

The following is book coverage I did long ago for an entertainment company.

There’s a Boy in Here: Authors: Judy & Sean Barron

SYNOPSIS:

This is the story of the BARRON family: from the point of view of mother JUDY and her autistic son SEAN, told in alternate narrations, as much as Sean is able to look back and decipher his early childhood actions. Other family members include father RON and younger daughter MEGAN.  They lived in Poland and Boardman, Ohio, roughly 60 miles from Akron.   The book was four years in the writing, begun when Sean was 25-years old, after he decided he wanted to help others understand the nature of his illness, seeing it from the inside out.  In 1965, at the age of four, Sean Barron was diagnosed AUTISTIC, a word the Barrons had never heard before.  It was the search to define that illness, then the fight against it that lead to Sean’s emergence from his fate with the ultimate proof that he had in fact emerged, the writing of this book!

After Sean was born, he cried incessantly, never consoled by food, having his diaper changed, or being held.

At the age of fourteen months, Sean began to exhibit a series of inexplicable behaviors.  He never made eye contact with his mother, nor for that matter took any notice of her whatsoever.  He hated to be held, twisting and squirming away from her much like a trapped, frightened animal.  He developed seemingly irrational, compulsive, destructive, repetitive actions such as taking toys, kitchen utensils and anything else he could find, plopping them onto a tabletop and just as fast whacking them off just to see them fall.  The behavior went on for hours at a time.  It was to be one of many such distractions that sent Judy into such a rage that she resorted to screaming and spanking.  Her only reprieve was when little Sean would exhaust even himself and fall heavily asleep.

Sean’s other favorite activities which would extend for hours at a time were picking at the fibers of a carpet, flicking light switches on and off, flushing objects down the toilet and throwing crayons down the heat register where they would, of course, melt.  He was of particular nuisance to his mother who stayed with him all day and an abomination to relatives when the Barrons visited for family dinners.

Judy’s mother didn’t even support Judy’s belief that something was wrong with Sean.   The grandmother loved Sean dearly and treated him as normally as she could, ignoring his misbehaviors as much as she could.  However, with Judy it was another matter.  Judy literally had to grab and shake Sean to get his attention.  Over time the shakings grew harder just as did the spankings.  Sean only grew angrier.  He despised his mother since she was the primary source of his scoldings.

Pediatricians refused to acknowledge Sean’s strange behavior, nor his excessive diet, eating only starches, but never fruits or vegetables.  Theirs was a ‘he’ll grow out of it’ attitude.

Almost two years after Sean’s arrival, daughter Megan was born, a happy, healthy child, a total contrast to Sean in every way.  Sean ignored her too until much later when she became his staunchest supporter and best friend.  Well over two years of age, Sean still had not uttered a word, let alone babble, until one day when he muttered a series of numbers.  Soon after, Judy figured it out.  Sean could tell time to the second!

At age four, spankings worsened for Sean when Judy resorted to a wooden spoon.  She hated herself for being as much out of control with her own behavior as Sean was with his.  Ron and Judy finally sought psychological help for Sean with DR. COHEN.  While Sean ran rampant through the doctor’s office, his parents discussed the circumstances of Sean’s birth.  They were told they shouldn’t have had their second child so close in age to Sean, and that by kneeling next to Sean when they spoke to him (height was intimidating) their child would react better.  Judy and Ron could hardly believe their ears.

Sean was taken to a Speech and Hearing center, a neurologist, and a neurological pediatrician who practiced in AKRON.  Judy resented being treated in a highly condescending fashion, once again blamed for all of Sean’s misbehaviors.  DR. LOGAN diagnosed Sean’s autism and prescribed medication. He also sent them to a clinical psychologist, a DR. ROSSI who was to provide a behavior modification program.  Sean showed only the slightest improvement with the program and over time Sean learned to despise Dr. Rossi’s therapy sessions.  Judy lost whatever little bit of confidence she had in this doctor when the doctor admitted even he resorted to spanking Sean for not properly explaining a bit of behavior.

Dr. Logan prescribed a second medication after the first stopped working.  This one sent Sean into such a frenzy, his parents feared for his life.  No more medication they said…no more Logan!  But, Judy will never forget Dr. Logan’s pronouncement about Sean: “you’ll wish your son had been born blind, deaf or retarded because autism is the worst…if there’s any progress it usually stops at puberty; you may have to institutionalize him”.  Judy’s and Ron’s only response: “NEVER!”

Sean’s next big step was kindergarten at age five.  His parents hoped and prayed somehow the change of pace and scene would catapult Sean into someone half normal.  It actually worked a little.  The routine of class hours and what was expected of him, comforted Sean.  At home, though, his behavior worsened; he became a storm of activity, flying through the rooms, destroying much in his path.

At age six, Sean became addicted to speedometers.  Moving cars or stationary it didn’t matter.  It was an addiction that almost cost him his life when he ran into the street to look at one of them.  Next, Sean’s fascination with dead-end streets, followed by fear of left-hand turns that sent him into deafening rages each time the family car was to make one.  Sometimes all it took was a single spoken word to send him into a rage.   His list of “RULES” grew: the family had to sit in certain chairs; no one could arrive in the kitchen in the morning before him; he had to be the last one on the school bus going home each day.  He hated the number 24 because the number 24 schoolbus was always late.  He hated his teacher because she was 24 years old!

When Sean was 9-yrs old Judy got a job teaching reading to sixth-graders.  Sean became fascinated with murder cases and murderers.  On one occasion he awakened his parents by standing on the edge of the bed and asking them what they think would happen if he poured gasoline on the bed and lit it.

At age 10 and in fourth grade, Sean is enrolled at BEECHBROOK FOR EMOTIONALLY DISTURBED CHILDREN, located in Cleveland.  He attends for nine long months, returning home only on weekends.  It’s a sad time for all. Sean is tremendously unhappy; his family misses him but at the same time, they’re able to experience what it means to live a normal family life.  Therapy sessions at Beechbrook fall into the same category as those that preceded them – blame the mother.  Finally the Barrons could take no more of it and Sean departed Beechbrook for good rejoining his fifth-grade class.

In February 1976, Judy’s mother died.  She was Sean’s only ally as he saw it.  It had a profound effect on him. In his own words he describes realizing for the first time that he had loved her all his life but he could never tell her.

Soon, Sean decided he needed a sense of humor.  He hoped to achieve one by memorizing every line of every scene of every episode of “GILLIGAN’S ISLAND”.  It neither gave him a sense of humor nor endeared him to anybody.

In spring of his 14th year, Sean experienced what he described as the most terrifying thing to ever happen to him: his father stopped speaking to him for eight days.  Ron couldn’t stand Sean’s negativity and anger any longer and swore he would never speak to his son again.  Sean was devastated and did whatever he could to get back into his father’s graces: clean the house, mow the lawn, whatever.  Finally his father apologized.  So did Sean and in his mind, Sean, promised to control his own behavior all the while knowing it was an impossibility.

At 15, Sean entered high school.  Because he never was able to look at himself in the mirror, he constantly appeared a mess.  He couldn’t work buttons or shoelaces.  Most problems, he felt, couldn’t be fixed so he simply ignored them.  He became deeply interested in Astronomy.  What easier way was there to pretend he did not exist in our sphere of reality?  What easier way could there be for Sean to travel as far away from Ohio and the source of his grief than in his imagination to other planets?

His biggest change came in March 1978 when the family moved to LOS ANGELES.  His parents, good friends with singer MAUREEN MCGOVERN from their hometown in Ohio, were to co-manage her career and write lyrics.  Sean was apprehensive but also hopeful he could escape the torment of his schoolmates.

Sean’s biggest breakthrough came at age 17 when the family watched the film on TV called SON RISE about an autistic boy.  He recognized himself and following the movie, Judy acknowledges having her first real conversation with her son.  It was then that Sean declared war on his disease, and growth, while extremely hard for him, came in bits and pieces over the years to follow.  Sean realized he wanted to help other people.  He took a “Coping” class and soon worked as a volunteer at a neighborhood nursing home.  Sean started to learn to deal with his compulsions.  While there were times when he still flipped out and grew angry with Judy, she now knew she could at least bring him back from that brink.

In June of 1980, Sean graduated high school and decided to go to college to study elementary education.  He got a job as a teachers aide at a preschool.

The EMERGENCE from autism came between Sean’s 17th and 19th years.  All his life he had been destructive, negative, self-absorbed, insensitive and heartless.  All that changed. He began to read newspapers, he bought an old car and developed a love of vintage jazz.  He even learned to play the trumpet.

Still, Sean knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet with regard to his own behavior.  It would be a lifetime of trying to control what had once controlled him.

The family lived in Los Angeles for five years before Judy and Ron told Sean they would have to move to NEW YORK to continue their work with Maureen McGovern.  Megan agreed to leave Los Angeles, but Sean, instead, made the decision to go back to Ohio…to where his problems began.  Judy begged him not to but he went anyway.  He lived in YOUNGSTOWN where he finished school at the university.  Sean lived a lonely existence for a long time before reaching out.  He became a volunteer at the school’s crisis center and for the first time in his life he came to understand the magnitude of others’ problems.  He started to make friends.

At the end of 1985 he met his first real girlfriend, LYNNE, with whom he stayed three years.  It was a loving, caring relationship, so important that he dared to reveal his childhood autism to her.  It didn’t matter to Lynne one bit; she loved him all the more.  When the relationship ended this time, Sean’s world did not and he went on to date again.

Sean graduated college in June 1987 with a degree in early childhood education.  Megan graduated from New York University and the family flew to Ohio to give them both a graduation party.

Sean now works full time in rehabilitation at a nursing home in Youngstown.  He loves his life in Ohio and his job and he still does volunteer work (with Alzheimer’s patients).

He still fears the angers inside him.  Perhaps his biggest challenge will be to constantly be on guard against the old habits that might lure him into old behaviors.  His biggest love – his family!

Note: Sean wrote his portion of this book from his home in Ohio, while Judy wrote from New York.  They collaborated over the telephone.

COMMENTS

Upon reading this book, one must believe the parents to be some kind of saints for having not only put up with, but loved and supported such a child as Sean whose hyperactive, compulsive, irrational, cold-blooded behavior made him appear a devil-child.

Most of our sympathies lie with the parents, particularly Judy in the early stages.  But two strong images come to mind that clearly depict Sean’s tormented life: his cowering in a corner of Dr. Rossi’s office after the doctor spanked him and his running after the family car on the grounds of Beechbrook begging to be taken home.

The device using Sean’s narration to counter his mother’s to explain his behavior is well-served.  He allows us inside his tortured mind as much as he can with memories of why he loved to throw things down the heat register (to see where they would go and how far; what was down there), why he played games with people (needed to control conversations; needed attention), why he couldn’t stop doing repetitive destructive actions (sometimes to see how things work; fascination with movement; it was his only satisfaction) and why he hated his mother (she stopped him from doing the things he loved to do).

All emotions are in play in this book from love to hate, anger to pity.  On one occasion father Ron destroys Sean’s room, so frustrated and angry with the years of destruction on Sean’s part.  We empathize with his behavior, just as we do with Judy’s frustration that keeps her yelling and hitting Sean.

In his teen years we see Sean’s growth, now more visually than ever before.  We see him progressing in school with greater rewards, more mature behavior and more effort on his part to relate to the real world.  Ultimately, the biggest payoff of all, seeing Sean as he is today, working, functioning and loving.  We “see” him writing this book, over the phone with his mother, a woman he despised, a woman he couldn’t even look at.

If developed, the first THIRD of the screenplay should encompass Sean’s early childhood.  The events are so emotionally exhausting up until that time we would need a turn of events to both ease the level of frustration and to shape our sympathies in favor of Sean.  That mainly comes in Sean’s early adolescence when the concept of cause and effect begins to take hold of his sensibilities.  At 17, when he sees the movie SON RISE we know we are edging toward our payoff.  Sean declares war on his disease.  The struggle ensues and eventually Sean and his family triumph.

The book is the experience of one family and one autistic boy at a time (1965 at age 4) when very little was known about the disease.  It is not a “how to” book for getting children to emerge the disease and therefore, if developed for television, I would like to see the last five minutes or so devoted to an explanation of the disease, the current belief of origin (biochemical) and new ways to treat it. An interesting report showed, that with the help of a guiding hand, the autistic child could work a typewriter to express his own feelings and even write stories!  Also, let’s not forget all the reports of autistic children working with dolphins.

As autobiographical material and an excellent character study of a family struggling to cope, I highly recommend this book for development.  And depending on casting, it would work well in either Television or Features.

Article by Ginger Marin. To learn about her acting, visit Ginger Marin’s IMDB page.

A Rose is Just a Rose

by  Ginger Marin

I was sitting reading at a table alone in a tiny coffee shop.  A man came up to me, excused himself and complimented me on my hair style.  He said “I can’t take it with me but i can give you this”, as he presented me with a rose, most likely ripped from a nearby bush.  It was quite a lovely red rose.  But as I examined it, I kept wondering if perhaps the thorns were tainted with poison.  Or maybe, the leaves, or even the petals themselves!  Would I be dying in a hospital bed in a few days, hacking and retching, with ugly oozing welts on my body a result of ricin poisoning?  Or would I drop dead in the street just after leaving the café having been pricked by a thorn dipped in some other fast acting toxin?  I don’t know.

Should I take the rose home with me so that investigators can at least test the rose for toxins later as I lay dying?  The rose could be infected with anthrax or botulism.

Did the man really like my hair or is he a serial toxic rose giver?

I pondered these thoughts as I waited for my friend.  Perhaps she would know what to do.  I sipped my very expensive miniscule cup of espresso, anxiously, hoping the caffeine would counter any poisons.  Caffeine seems to be alternately harmful or life-giving depending on … well, frankly I’m not sure.

My friend hasn’t arrived yet.  I’m now getting worried.  Did she too get a rose from the mysterious stranger?  Is she now lying dead in a ditch in an alley behind the café?  I’m beginning to get heart palpitations, no doubt the first sign of poisoning.  My head is throbbing.  I feel faint.  Just as my head is about to drop to the table, my friend enters the cafe.  She seems to be okay.

Then a man at the counter ordering a coffee tells an employee her hair “looks good down”.  I’m certain now that this must be some new fangled hair “thing” that some men have.  I think perhaps I have overreacted and that the rose is just a rose and that my mysterious stranger is really just a member of a hair club.  I am relieved.

I’ve decided that watching all those TV shows like Criminal Minds, CSI, Law & Order (all versions) are bad for me.  I make a New Year’s resolution to watch more uplifting shows.  Are there any left on TV?  They all seem to get canceled.

I left the café with my rose, knowing that I have become a better person all because one mysterious stranger gave me a flower.  If only it were money.  Oh well, not everything is meant to be.  Maybe when the recession is over, I can order a large coffee and perhaps then, the scientific community will have figured out once and for all if caffeine is good or bad.

Article by Ginger Marin. To learn about her acting, visit Ginger Marin’s IMDB page.

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