That’s Right Nate

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It’s National Novel Writing Month

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It’s national novel writing month folks and though long time readers know I’m no fan of the printed word, I’ve been trying to sell my screenplay President Lightning. Unfortunately, Hollywood is so liberal, I’ve hit a brick wall.  If any of you are movie people reading this, let’s do lunch.   Here’s my pitch:

The year is 1936 and a dark storm is brewing over Europe.   In Germany, a mad man is planning to prove the superiority of the Aryan people when he hosts the Olympics in Berlin.   When Hitler’s goons kidnap Jesse Owens, it looks like nobody will be able to stand up to the Nazis.   In New York, a weak bodied man sits in the Oval Office as his predecessor tells him to grow a backbone.   When the hopes of the free world rest on you, even a cripple needs to stand up for his country.  He was born to lead, but he was made to run.  Franklin Delano Roosevelt is President Lightning.

It has been suggested to me that if I had a novel published, people would take my screenplay more seriously so this month I’m going to work on producing President Lightning, the novel.   I don’t know what the market for historical fiction is, but I can’t see how this novel doesn’t sell.   Keep in mind that the idea is to write the whole novel before revising it, so I know it’s a little rough.

Chapter 4: The Reckoning

Jesse Owens paced inside his cold steel cell.   Not much bigger than a couple of phone booths, the only light Jesse could see came through a the cell bars.   Jesse rested his powerful athletic body in the corner and began to sing to himself.   It was the old spirituals that comforted Jesse even now in his confinement in Berlin.   A lot of lesser men would have been praying for somebody to rescue him, but being a Republican was as natural to Jesse as being a runner was.  He was going to pull himself up by his own boot steps.

A half a world away, President Roosevelt took a deep breath and stretched his legs on the south lawn of the White House.   Standing next to him was Herbert Hoover, dressed in a long coat and his Stanford scarf.   Tucked under his right arm was Roosevelt’s faithful Scottish Terrier Fala.

“Is this really necessary Herbie?” mumbled the President under his breath.

“You know it is Franklin.   I don’t want you just fast, I want you quick too.  Now get to it,”  with that Hoover tossed the startled dog to the ground and Roosevelt began to scamper after him.

“Damn you Hoover, why does everything have to be so hard?” coughed Roosevelt, regretting his morning smoke.

“Because anything worth having is going to be hard Franklin.  You Democrats need to learn that.   It can’t all be government hand outs,” laughed Hoover.

And so it began.   Carefully, hidden from view of the Washington press corps, Hoover trained Roosevelt every day.   By May, the Olympics were looming and Roosevelt’s 100 meter time was still only 10.6, a full .3 seconds slower than Jesse Owens.   He’d never be able to compete with the Germans at this rate.   He couldn’t help, but wonder why winning meant so much to him now.   He was brought up to believe that participating in athletic competition was victory.   Now, he was training with the single minded determination he didn’t know he had within himself.   He knew now, he would do whatever it took to run their socks off.

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Written by thatsrightnate

November 3, 2009 at 8:46 pm

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  1. Ummm, Nate? Does the fact that Owens endorsed Alf Landon and not FDR in the presidential election kind of give away the ending of your screenplay?

    steve

    November 3, 2009 at 10:14 pm

  2. Not at all. That’s all part of his plot to smoke out the Germans

    thatsrightnate

    November 3, 2009 at 10:25 pm

  3. WTF? What colour is the sky in your world?

    Flash MacTavish

    November 5, 2009 at 11:47 am

  4. It’s called historical fiction. If you’re referring to FDR being able to run, you are only reading an excerpt and missed the montage where Hoover taught FDR how to walk again through his patentented training methods involving a game he invented called Hoover Ball.

    thatsrightnate

    November 5, 2009 at 2:25 pm

  5. Ok…I have no problem with alternative fiction, but let’s keep it plausible. If you are using historical figures then keep them in the proper timeframe. Just as a matter of interest FDR’s scottie Fala was not born until some 4 years after the 1936 Olympic.

    Flash MacTavish

    November 5, 2009 at 3:12 pm

  6. Ok…just read some other postings here…you got me, along with just about everyone else who has replied to you.

    Well done.

    Flash MacTavish

    November 5, 2009 at 3:18 pm

  7. Thanks for letting me know about Fala Flash, I suppose I could add in a time travel element, but I think it sort of cheapens things.

    thatsrightnate

    November 5, 2009 at 3:33 pm

  8. […] the best case scenario, this dismal excerpt from a novel about President Franklin Delano Roosevelt and his Scottish Terrier,… is satire. In the worst case scenario it’s just really bad […]


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