Author has written 32 stories for Adam-12, Route 66, Emergency, Twister, Public Enemies, and Gone with the Wind.
UPDATE, 10/3/15: Posted the second chapter to the Jean Reed fic. I'm also still working on the Brice fic. I figure I'll have Brice's story finished by the time the next century rolls around, LOL. Actually I hope it doesn't take THAT long because I've got other stories planned for him that take place after that story ends. I keep coaxing him into cooperation with bedtime stories of the rules and regulations, and I coax Louie into cooperation with scads of lettuce and the occasional little peg kid from the Life game. A writer's gotta do what she's gotta do, right?
Such sad news that Martin Milner passed away Sept. 6 of heart failure at the age of 83. He was one of the last of the stars of Hollywood's Golden Age and was truly one of a kind. I can't imagine anyone other than him in the roles of Pete Malloy or Tod Stiles. He brought such humor, charm and warmth to any of the characters he played over the years. From everything I've read or heard about him, he was genuinely a nice guy who was not into the Hollywood ego game and was devoted to his family. His role in "Adam-12" inspired countless people to go into law enforcement, just as "Emergency!" inspired many to go into EMS/Firefighting work. And "Route 66" was pretty iconic, for it captured the "restless youth" of the 1960s, a bit of a glimpse into the same culture that bred Jack Kerouac and Ken Kesey. It would be hard to imagine anyone other than freckle-faced Milner playing innocent Tod Stiles opposite George Maharis' growling Buz Murdock or Glenn Corbett's brooding Linc Case.
And I owe Martin Milner a huge debt of gratitude because it was his character of Pete Malloy that inspired me to try writing again, something I hadn't done for 15 years as I struggled with a bad marriage and a growing addiction to prescription painkillers, thanks to the daily migraines I have as an offshoot of the Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. In December of 2008, I sat down and wrote "What You Leave Behind" after seeing the "Elegy For a Pig" episode. It's surprising how well the story came out, considering how long it'd been since I'd written anything, not to mention how deep I was by that time in the throes of addiction, barely able to put together a coherent sentence, let alone a coherent story. In February of 2009, I crashed and burned, winding up in the hospital for a week to detox from all the medicine that came VERY close to killing me. When I came home, I was a little unsure and a lot scared because I didn't know what to do with myself now that I wasn't focused on the headaches or getting medication to knock them.
Then I remembered how much I'd enjoyed writing "WYLB", so I sat down and tried to write a sequel to it, just to see if I still had the writing chops I'd once had years ago. I quickly rediscovered my love of writing and how I enjoyed the challenge it presented as far as putting together a plot and characters. I was utilizing my brain in a healthy manner, rather than a destructive one. And it felt GOOD. So almost seven years later and with 32 stories under my belt, I can't imagine NOT sitting at my computer every night and trying to do a little bit of writing, even if the characters and muse are not in a cooperative mood.
So thank you, Martin Milner, from the bottom of my very grateful heart, for inspiring me to write again. And as silly as it sounds, I believe THAT was God's way of showing me I had something better waiting in my life for me if I'd only get off the damned medications.
R.I.P. Marty, you will be sorely missed.
A reader suggested I write a tribute story to Milner and while I appreciated that they felt I could do a good job with it, at this point I am not planning a story in that vein. It's not that I don't feel Martin Milner deserves a tribute, it's just that to me, a story that incorporates his death into fictional canon by killing off either Tod Stiles or Pete Malloy (or any of his other characters) seems really...well, final, you know? Once you've killed them off, it's hard to reuse them in future stories, even in stories set before they died because readers already know that you've killed them off in the tribute story. Yeah, I know a writer can claim the tribute piece as being out of canon with their timeline, but still, I'd much rather think that his characters are granted eternal life so as long as there is someone out there willing to continue to write for them. So for now, the stories I've already written around his characters will have to stand as my tribute to him.
Thank you to everyone who has read, reviewed, or favorited my stories, I appreciate it!
I've been a writer for over thirty years now and it is one of my biggest passions. I love the creative challenge it provides and I try to work on something every day if I can, but sometimes real life and the daily health issues I deal with take a toll on free time and creative energies, so I often have to give myself a break in order to recoup my energies. My muse really is a giant guinea pig named Louie St. Louis and sometimes he can get on a roll and other times he's as slow as molasses in January. It takes me a looooooooong time to get anything posted because I want to ensure what I'm writing is up to my extremely picky standards.
The photo I'm using for my avatar was taken by me at a local fire scene in February of 2002. No one was hurt, but it destroyed an antiques mall and did serious damage to an orthodontist office and a pharmacy.
"Don't ever mistake my silence for ignorance, my calmness for acceptance, or my kindness for weakness." —Anonymous
"Sometimes 'the majority' only means all the fools are on the same side."—Anonymous
"A good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled. I always regard the first draft as raw material. What seems to be alive in it is what belongs in the story." —Raymond Chandler, from a 1950s letter to a friend
"I don't know, I'm making this up as I go." —Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark, 1981
"The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness." -Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried, 1990
"My dear, I don't give a damn." —Rhett Butler from Margaret Mitchell's 1936 novel Gone With the Wind
"But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. He is the hero; he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be a man of honor–by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world. He has a sense of character, or he would not know his job. He is a lonely man and his pride is that you will treat him as a proud man or be very sorry you ever saw him. He has a range of awareness that startles you, but it belongs to him by right, because it belongs to the world he lives in. If there were enough like him, the world would be a very safe place to live in, without becoming too dull to be worth living in. The story is this man's adventure in search of a hidden truth, and it would be no adventure if it did not happen to a man fit for adventure."—Raymond Chandler, The Simple Art of Murder, 1934
"He felt like somebody had taken the lid off life and let him see the works."—Dashiell Hammett, The Maltese Falcon, 1929
"Nick Yanov stared at the sleeping ducks in the peaceful pond and said, 'They were just policemen. Rather ordinary young guys, I thought. Maybe a little lonelier than some. Maybe they banded together when they were especially lonely. Or scared.' [Yanov] looked up at the brooding darkness, at the tarnished misty moon. There were no stars. Not even the great star could pierce that black sky. Nick Yanov stood where they had put their blankets down, close enough to the water to pretend they were with nature, here in the bowels of the violent city. He felt some light mocking rain, yet longed to stay here in the solitude, while dead leaves scraped at his feet like perishing brown parchment. Then he flipped the cigarette into the pond and heard the hiss and watched it float. He was immediately sorry he did it. Yet there was other debris on the still water and in the bushes if one used the moonlight to look closely. He didn't want to look closely. He preferred to think it was lovely and clean and pastoral here by the silent lagoon and the slumbering ducks in the icy water. Where the choirboys frolicked in the duck shit."—Joseph Wambaugh, The Choirboys, 1975
"Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not Time takes it all, bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again. I think about all of us. Walking our own Green Mile, each in our own time." —Stephen King, The Green Mile, 1996
"You have to dream intentionally. Most people dream a dream when they are asleep. But to be a writer, you have to dream while you are awake, intentionally." —Haruki Murakami
OTHER SITES I AM ON: (sorry, hyperlinks aren't working and neither are cut and paste links, except for the one to Fictionpress...hmm, doesn't FFnet want users to be able to access other fanfiction sites besides this one?)
I'm on Archive of Our Own (AO3) and Squidge/WWOMB under the pen name Bamboozlepig. Unaltered versions of my stories are posted on those two sites, including those with MA content or song lyrics.
I'm on Fictionpress under the name Bamboozlepig. I've got essays posted there.
I'm on a site dedicated to Jack Webb's shows called The Mark VII Fanfiction Realm. Again, pen name is Bamboozlepig.
I have a tumblr blog called "The Crazy World of Bamboozlepig". I've put a small tribute up to Martin Milner on there and I will eventually be posting a couple of pictures that will go with the Breathe fic.
Hopefully whatever the frick is going on with the links will be fixed and I can post the direct hyperlinks to the above sites once more.