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Dear Dean...Love, Mom
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  My first novel. I wouldn't have  
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  A contemporary fantasy-comedy
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Spearfinger
Prowler of the Cumberland
2-children's stories on CD.
Produced, Written & Dramatized by Esther Luttrell - $8.00 (Add $5.00 s/h)

Spearfinger is based on an Indian legend about a tiny bird who outwits a wicked witch, and saves the children of the village. More fun than scary.

Prowler of the Cumberland. A little girl - and her father - learn not to be afraid of that which doesn't exist. The story of a ghostly mountain lion, with a lesson in courage for young listeners.

Dear Dean...Love, Mom
(Preface)

I confess it took me a full thirteen years to gather the courage to write this book. I'm not a religious philosopher, or a psychic, or anything remotely like that. I'm just a mom who has lost her boy and who has been blessed by his presence from the other side - and right there, that last phrase, is what kept me hanging back, like a shy child behind her mother's skirt. What sort of people see those who no longer reside on earth? You better know it: Some mighty odd folks. At least that's what I was afraid of, that my slightly strange tale would be dismissed as weird or, worse yet, an out-and-out lie. The one thing I didn't want to do was cause my son to be the butt of a joke - or worse. And yet the older I get, the more I realize that what I was experiencing had some significant purpose. I was dodging what I came to realize is an important assignment. But the nagging fear continued. I was so caught up in what total strangers might think, that I failed to realize what God might think. Or was God even involved? Where were the messages coming from? There was no denying they were messages; how else could I explain the woman who phoned me from a distant state, wondering why
she had seen a tiny notice of my screenwriting workshop in her local paper - and felt a physical jolt, such a jolt that she had to call to try to find out the why of it all. Was it a coincidence that she had lost two sons and needed to talk about it?
And what about the businessman I met on a plane who began telling me about his father? He ended up tearfully admitting that he had never told anyone that story before.
And the woman at the tomato bin in a Florida market who stared at me for a moment before launching into a tale about her elderly husband who appeared to her as he had looked at twenty-five, only moments before he died. She was still dazed by the experience. What was I supposed to do with all of these stories? I couldn't imagine! Not until I met a father so deep into anger and pain that he was ready to end it all. In his anger the answers I had been seeking were revealed.
Looking back on it, I can see that all through my life God has been trying to tell me something. I think the messages that Dean has sent are a continuation of that effort and that I have finally, finally gotten it.

Chapter One
(Excerpt)

In 1994 Dean was twenty-eight years old, though I could never comprehend that he was over nineteen. Never too old to be told when he needed to brush his teeth or put on a better shirt. My kid. My friend. My darling Deano.
When he died, I was with him. I whispered through my tears, "Go on, honey. Run along. Go home to your real Father. You were only on loan to me anyway, you were never mine. Soar, precious. I'll be along soon enough." And he went - but not before I sensed him standing in a tiny space between the hospital bed and the wall. His eyes were closed. The monitor gave out nothing but a flat line. I leaned to him. "I know they think you can't hear me, honey, but you and I know you have never heard me more clearly, or understood me better. I know you're standing right there, in the little spot at the head of the bed, and I'm all right. So are you. I love you, Deano. Bye for now...but only for now, sweetheart."
Husband Larry, daughter Brooke, and I drove back home later that evening, just as the sun was setting. I leaned back in the passenger seat and watched the stars twinkle on, one at a time it seemed, and I thought Where are you, precious? I thought I knew. I thought I understood about death...but now I wonder if it's only a Hallmark concept designed to sell sympathy cards...Are really flying among those stars? Are you here? Are you there? Is there a heaven? Did someone come to meet you? Are you afraid? Are you really all right? If only I knew...if I only I could be sure...
In the few days Dean had been in the hospital, I never left his side. Brooke and I slept on our coats on the floor, at the foot of his bed. I didn't eat. I don't even remember drinking anything, though I guess I must have. Finally, the doctor pronounced him well enough to go home. Oh what a sigh of relief! For the first time, as Larry was packing Dean's few things into an overnight bag, I decided to go down to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. Brooke joined me. I kissed Dean on the cheek and told him that I'd only be gone for a few minutes. The doctor had said they would like to keep him on a ventilator until the last moment before he was released.
"Pneumonia leaves debris in the lungs," he explained. 'I want to make sure we've sucked it all out before we unplug him."
Sure, I agreed. No problem.
Dean nodded his consent and winked at me.
And so Brooke and I went downstairs, breathing easy for the first time since he entered the hospital. We no sooner settled at the table with our drinks than I heard the call for Code Blue over the intercom. I remember thinking, Thank God it isn't about Dean. God bless the family it is for... About then a nurse came running into the room. Spotting us, she blurted out, "Hurry! Dean's leaving!"
I jumped up and ran behind Brooke to the elevator, but nothing was making sense. Why would Dean leave without me? Larry had his things nearly all packed. Why would Dean just go? The elevator flew up on snail's wings; it took forever to get to the right floor. When the doors opened, I raced out and was met by yet another nurse who
reached for my hand and pulled me along, saying breathlessly, "Hurry! Hurry!"
My goodness, all this to-do over a grown man checking out of the hospital. My head was reeling, my thoughts were a jumble.
And then we were in ICU room 3. Nurses were gathered around the bed. Bill, who operated the ventilator, was standing there, looking confused and forlorn. Larry was white and stricken - and Dean was lying on the hospital bed, perfectly still. The room was absolutely hushed. Everyone moved aside so that I could get to him. I leaned over to kiss his forehead. His hands were already turning a mottled blue. I covered them with the sheet as I whispered for him to run along.
Two hours later we were driving away from the hospital. It was sunset and there was no Dean on the planet anymore.
He was here a while ago.
Now he's gone.
Where?
If only I could know he wasn't alone...that he wasn't frightened. That he still was!
That night, at home, Larry explained to me that right after I left the room, Dean motioned for the yellow pad he had been using to communicate since being put on the ventilator. Larry handed it to him. Dean wrote something and then, as Larry told it, Dean glanced at him with the merriest twinkle in his eye. "As if he had a terrific secret," Larry said. At that point, the ventilator bell began to ring, as it did whenever there was a problem. Bill or the nurse would come running, only to find it had simply malfunctioned. They would hit the "off" button and everything would be fine again. Dean sometimes reached over and clicked it off himself before the others could arrive. This time though, Dean couldn't get it to turn off. Larry tried his hand at getting the bell to stop ringing, but had no luck either. A nurse came in and hit the "off" button over and over, to no avail. Then Bill arrived, but even he couldn't get the thing to shut off. When it did stop, it did so of its own accord. Everyone grinned at one another and shrugged. The nurse and Bill left.
And that's when it happened.
Larry said that Dean closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he grinned broadly at Larry, wrote something else on the yellow pad - two words, it turned out to be - and closed his eyes again. This time forever.
At first, Larry was too stunned to move, then the ventilator bell sounded again. A nurse saw immediately that Dean was slipping away. She ran down to get us. At the same time, another nurse and Bill were working with the ventilator, but it was, of course, too late.
In the commotion and aftermath of all that happened that day, Larry gave no more thought to the yellow pad, nor did I. Several days went by before I could bring myself to take his things from the overnight bag and a box the hospital had provided. Larry was downstairs reading the newspaper. I was upstairs in my art studio where, for some reason, I had chosen to go through Dean's belongings. His slippers...deodorant...his comb with fine blond hair tangled in its teeth...a Kleenex box...a couple of stubby pencils...and the yellow pad.
In the middle of the top page was the penciled word in Dean's writing: "Angel" - it was what he wrote first. Under that, the message he wrote after he closed his eyes and opened them again: "Am eager".
"Larry!" I screeched, racing for the stairs. "Larry!"
I slammed the pad under his nose, pointing at the three words written there; the last words Dean would leave on this earth: Angel. Am eager.
"Is this the yellow pad you were talking about? Is this what he wrote?" I could hardly catch my breath.
Larry studied the page for a moment, his eyes nearly overflowing. "My God," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "The most important thing the kid ever wrote and I didn't even read it."
I bit back a smile. "It wasn't for you, honey. It was for me."
I sank down in a chair, clutching the precious yellow pad to me. Dean had left me a note. He said, "It's okay, Mom. I'm not alone. Somebody came for me."


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"If you have, or you know anyone who has, lost a loved one, this book must be read... I hope everyone will get the crystal clear message: Our loved ones are always with us." Carole A. Ferrill, State President, Florida Motion Picture & Television Association.
"Life and death: Esther Luttrell takes you on a remarkably personal journey to reveal how the two are intertwined." Paul Sirmons, former Florida Film Commissioner, producer/director "First of May".
"This book is spectacular." Claire Applewhite, Vice-President, Missouri Writers Guild
"This book is proof that this life is just the beginning... " Duane L.Herrmann, author "Prairies of Possibilities, "Voices From a Borrowed Garden"
"...Her journal of life-after-life is spellbinding and mysterious while, at the same time, hopeful and enchanting." Ken Rotcop, author, The Perfect Pitch series, award winning screenwriter/producer.
"....heartbreaking true story of a mother's loss, yet one that unfolds as uplifting and life-affirming. Brava!" Frank Dooley, Eastern North Carolina Film Commissioner.
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"...it reads like a fast-paced autobiographical novel. Esther's message needs to be read by anyone interested in living life more abundantly, and in knowing that life never ends." Reverend Michael Jamison, Unity  Church of Topeka.
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Murder in the Movies
A book is not just an idea that comes out of a writer's imagination; it's the result of who we know, what we find to be curious about, and who's willing to answer our endless questions. In the end, stories leave the writer's mind, the writer's computer, and go into critical hands, to be read by critical eyes. But this is how Murder in the Movies really began...
Once I got the manuscript into some kind of readable form, I first passed it by the sharp eye of my daughter, Brooke, who found page after page of errors and omissions. Thank goodness for her love of detail.
After I fixed it, I put it in a drawer and there it sat for a very long time until, one day, I had the nerve to show it to two writer friends, Joanne Bodner and Kitty Lagario, who offered encouragement and gave me confidence to go the next step.
Then friends Betty Laird and Helen Clary offered their advice.
And then I dared to follow my heart.
I had seen books published by Hilliard & Harris and determined that they had to publish "Murder in the Movies", no one else would do. And so I queried them. I visualized and I waited, not so patiently I confess, for seven long months - until one day I got the phone call I had been hoping for.
What I wrote about MGM is mostly from memory and experience. I really did drool over Cary Grant one day as he waved hello; I really did watch a dying Steve McQueen drive through the gate in his old pickup truck, waving a brave hello to our gate guard, Bill Hollywood (yes, that was actually his name!). The house in Sun Beach is real; I lived there. The apartment on Naples Island is just as real; I lived there, too. The streets and places are real, but the murder, sorry, I made it up.
I mention Jock Mahoney in the book. He would be tickled pink to know how much his friendship meant to me when we worked together on an MGM film. He had been Tarzan at one point in films, long before my time, ("Tarzan Goes to India" and "Tarzan's Three Challenges"). Later, he was  television's "The Range Rider" and "Yancy Derringer". His list of movie credits take up a couple of inches (in small print) in the Movie Encyclopedia. I had a feeling, as I wrote my mystery, that Jock was watching over my shoulder and whispering in my ear when I wrote about stuntmen, for there was none better than him.
How did I come to write my first book in the first place? Truth be told, my husband left me for another woman: his mother. Then there was the matter of all those girlfriends during our marriage. I was thinking of how I could do away with the philandering fellow when it dawned on me that I had the makings of a pretty good novel. So, I opted for royalties rather than jail time. Am I mad at him? Are you kidding! I thought I was too old to start life all over again, so I stayed with him. It wasn't until I was forced to strike out on my own that I realized how much we women are capable of doing when our back is to the wall. It's been a delightfully unexpected journey these past few years! I'm even learning the lyrics to "I Will Survive"!

CHAPTER ONE    (Excerpt)
I knew when I got the call there was going to be trouble. Helen wasn't one to chat on the phone unless she had to and she wasn't going to run up a bill calling from California unless it was absolutely necessary. The storm made hearing her the challenge of the day. Through the crackles I could make out something about "...horrible..." and "...arrested..." and "...please come, Katie."
Please come meant get on a plane and fly to Los Angeles, but I wasn't sure how it fit in with "horrible" and "arrested" until the crackles died down and I heard her cry, "Lanie didn't do it! You know she couldn't do a thing like that!" I managed, "Like what?" And she managed, "They've arrested her, Katie! They say she murdered him!"
And then the line went dead.

(Honest-to-Pete, that's the entire first chapter. The others are longer).
(Preface)
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"It was a great book. I liked the characters and cared about what happened to them. It was an attention grabber. I cannot wade through most novels and do not finish the ones I start. (Luttrell's) book, however, would not let me put it down." Dianne Lawson, contributing writer, Topeka Capital Journal.
"(Luttrell's) way with words is awesome. I'm not a trained critic.  but I can tell you that Murder in the Movies will be a real hit because Katie is extremely real. The drama is engulfing." Otto Oppenheimer, author "The Queens Never Die" (in Spanish: "Las reinas nunca mueren")
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Screen Writers Q & A
Table of Contents:

PART ONE      Letters
Chapter 1:Adaptation & Rights
Chapter 2:Agents
Andy Halmay's Take on the Industry
Chapter 3:The Deal
Chapter 4:Hiring a Writer
Chapter 5:Marketing Your Screenplay
Chapter 6:The One Page
Chapter 7:Options
Chapter 8:Producer's Rep
Chapter 9:Release Forms
Chapter 10:     Treatments
       Chapter 11:     True Stories

PART TWO      On Writing
Chapter 12:      The Writer
Chapter 13:      Slug Lines
Chapter 14:      Opening Narratives
Chapter 15:      CAPS
Chapter 16:      Mysterious Characters
Chapter 17:      O.C., O.S., V.O.
Chapter 18:      Writer's Guild of America

PART THREE  
Chapter 19:      Jobs in the Industry

PART FOUR
Chapter 20:      Care of Dreams
Chapter 21:      "Barrow, Barrow & Jones"

       Index

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Lithium Springs
Director: Carter Lord
Producer: Esther Luttrell
Writers: Carter Lord & Esther Luttrell
Genre: Adventure
Run time: 88 min.
Starring: Carter Lord, Nina Royal, Rebecca Renfroe, Henry Lawrence, Lance Seiler, Teza Lord
Ocean Entertainment Group, Inc.
Review
Source: The Dove Foundation
Reviewer: Donna Rolfe


Dove Worldview:

With some environmentalists undertones, this funny film makes you laugh. I want to compare Evinrude to Jim Varney's Ernest character; fighting the bad guys while trying to help the environment sounds just like something Ernest would do.  Evinrude and his sidekick dog, Fred, have some very hilarious times that are laugh-out-loud funny. They have thrown in some history about Juan Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth and treasure map that sends this duo on a comical adventure.


Summary:

This is the backstory: 450 years ago, Spanish explorer Juan Ponce de Leon tried to buy the legendary Fountain of Youth from a local Florida Indian chief. A fight broke out. De Leon was forced to leave a small chest of gold and jewels buried in the swamp as the Spaniards ran for their lives. On his death bed, de Leon left a crude map to the treasure. History has branded the map a fake.
And now our little movie begins:  In a contemporary Tampa, Florida library, offbeat adventurer Evinrude Jones stumbles across the ancient map and immediately recognizes certain landmarks that would only be known to someone with an intimate knowledge of the area. Evinrude and his dog, Fred, embark on a journey to find the Fountain of Youth and the long-lost treasure.

Their search is complicated by mystical woods people, greedy land developers, and the lure of romance.
Family entertainment at its best!
This is Carter Lord. He not only directed this little jewel, he starred in it. I think he was the only actor he could afford, but actually I can't think of anyone who could have done a better job. He wrote the first draft, so he knew his character pretty well. Carter has the most delicious way of delivering a line or a look. His comic timing is beyond fantastic.

In this little tale, his character, Evinrude Jones, is a tugboat captain who stumbles across a map left 450 years ago by Ponce de Leon. It tells where he left hidden treasure - and where the Fountain of Youth is located, which is nowhere near where everyone thinks it is! 

Evinrude and his trusty pooch Fred take off for a place called Lithium Springs which, ironically (according to the story), is the very place in which Evinrude was born! He knows every nook and crannie in the county! It will be a cinch to find the treasure! Fred's gonna get a gold lame outfit yet, and Evinrude can buy the housetrailer of his dreams!
And this is, of course, Fred. Being a bit of a ham, he insisted on using his real name. Also, everything he does in the movie is natural. You see, Fred had no fancy training. When he's sleeping in the film, well, yes...he's really sleeping.

When the DVD was released, it originally had Carter's photo on the jacket, but after several film festival outings, it became clear who was the star of the show. So the cover got changed and this is the result. It's our guy preparing to go on an underwater adventure, in search of that treasure I've been telling you about. In the film, Evinrude actually finds the treasure, but a thousand-year-old swamp fellow (in Spandex bathing trunks no less) steals it and takes it to his underwater hideout.

It's at this point some of the most beautiful underwater photography you've ever seen - bar none! - comes into the film. Dennis Jaseau was the photographer and what a photographer! It's so sad that with all of the narrow escapes he had on the film (hours of filming deep underwater), he died of a kidney condition while we were taking the movie on its film festival circuit.
Teza Lord, Carter's wife, is incredible as a woods nymph. I mean, this girl is absolutely fearless! She runs, barefoot, through thorns, sandspurs and rattlers (never seen oncamera), frolicking among the most lush swampland in all of Florida. Untouched, unspoiled (not Teza, the land), it's hard to believe anything that beautiful is on our planet (Teza and the land).

In the film, the woods nymph tells Evinrude that she knew he would come to save the woods that land developers are about to destroy. Evinrude is stunned! He can't believe his ears or his eyes! A woods nymph? Is it possible?! Holy moly!

Of course, she's touched a chord inside Evinrude. He loves his native Florida. He doesn't want greedy land developers destroying such beauty! Displacing the wild life! And the woods people! But, on the other hand, he didn't come to Lithium Springs to save anybody's rearend. He came to find the treasure and buy himself that housetrailer he's been pining for. And that gold lame outfit for Fred.
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Who the heck is going to believe Evinrude when he tells them he saw a woods nymph? No one, that's who.

Enter Henry Lawrence, former Oakland raider ProBowl offensive tackle making his film debut. Bobby (his character's name) knew Evinrude when they were kids, but even he isn't sure he believes his old buddy. So, Evinrude sets out to prove he's telling the truth.

Again, incredible landscape and nature scenes as the men go out in search of the illusive woods nymph.
What's a movie without a love story? Florida actress, Nina Royal, plays an offbeat, funny-accented, Miok Johnson who takes a big tumble for the whimsical Evinrude.

You'll be thrilled to know that both Evinrude and Miok keep their senses and their clothes on in every scene.

Their spirit of fun will have you giggling, even if you're ordinarily a sourpuss.

Miok joins in the hunt for the treasure and the crusade to stop greedy land developers.


Rebecca Renfroe is deserving of the highest award anyone can create for an actress. She plays the brassy, sassy owner of Lithium Springs, about to sell out to crooked developers. The reason I'm so impressed with Rebecca is that she is the exact opposite in person. Shy, sweet, quiet, you would never dream she could pull off a character like Varita.

As Varita holds midnight rendezvous with a wealthy biker, and a double-dealing developer, Evinrude and Fred are digging for the treasure.

Their quest is interrupted by that swamp fellow I was telling you about though, finally, he picks up a shovel and helps Evinrude find the jewels. For his own purposes, of course. Once found, he takes off with them! Through the woods! Into the lagoon! Down hundreds of feet into his secret underwater cave! Will Evinrude be able to find him? After all, Evenrude stole those jewels himself, fair and square!
I don't want to give away the terrific ending, but I will show you what they were fighting for.

Gorgeous, huh?

And it really does exist. Right there outside Tampa, Florida. But, of course, it won't for long. Soon the developers will actually do what this little movie accuses them of doing. They'll do what they've done with the fabulous Everglades. They'll fill it in and build ridiculously high-priced houses and all of this will be only a memory.

Thank goodness Carter captured it on film before it got away from us.
Very best part of the film, besides the photography (and Fred)? The score. Don't miss it!

To hear it and to learn a bit more about this wonderfully silly little movie, go to www.lithiumsprings.com
Spearfinger
&
Prowler of the Cumberland
2 Stories on one CD
Dramatized by Esther Luttrell
Spearfinger is a story based on an Indian legend. It's about a wicked witch (who is more humorous than frightening!) doing her  best to scare everyone in the village!
Because she has the ability to turn herself into the most innocent looking old lady, she keeps escaping those who attempt to capture her. Oh, the Indian braves try everything! But then a tiny little bird, called a Chickadee, comes along and outwits the old girl ... thus saving the village and causing much rejoicing!

I do the narration, and it's just so much fun. Lots of giggles for the kids on this one! Sound effects are excellent.
The Prowler of the Cumberland is based on a legend about the ghost of a mountain lion who frightens a little girl whose father is rendered momentarily helpless because of his own fright. And then he remembers that fear can be overcome. Quite a lesson for his daughter - and for any child listening.
It is never my intention to scare a child, however, a little bit of a goosebump as they giggle isn't all bad. There are morals to the stories and there's much fun to be had!
A transcultural, intergenerational review:
"What strikes me the most, is the soaring Shakespearean nature of the story. It is a cross between a Midsummer Night's Dream (woodland creatures) and the Merchant of Venice (venality). It is full of soliloquies, comic interludes, intertwining plots and subplots, and careful choice of wording. I am sincerely impressed by Carter's writing, acting and directing skills." Peter Calkins, PhD, Development Economist
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