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✍️Welcome to "Storyboard." This landing zone of wonderment is where you will find my many concepts for books, movies, television, and even podcasts that I'll probably never do anything with. Buckle up and don't forget to tip the wait staff cause you're in for a wild ride. Enjoy! 🌞🎒


1. The Forgotten History of Piratical Ladies is the working title for a book concept I came up with while talking to a sex worker on social media about the history of Chinese pirate queen Ching Shih and how we rarely hear about historical pirates outside of the European and American men who sailed the high seas during the colonial era. πŸ—‘️☠️☸️⚓⚔️


2. "Temple of Heroes" is the working title for a Netflix spin-off series concept I had. Basically, since Claire Temple acted as both the medical care provider & sometimes therapist / moral compass to multiple Hell's Kitchen heroes I felt she deserved a series of her own in which she continues to do the same for lesser known and even new superheroes; someone different in each episode. πŸ₯‹πŸ‘ΏπŸ’€πŸ‘ŠπŸ‘Š


3. Pitch: Ava DuVernay directing a new adaptation of Stephen King's often forgotten medieval fantasy book called "The Eyes of the Dragon." πŸ‘€πŸ²πŸ‰ πŸ‘‘


4. After hearing that Jonathan Cohn only just found out someone once produced "Hamlet on Ice" I joked that it could only be outdone by someone producing "Hamlet on Hot Coals," in which a random villager would jump out of the bushes to yell 'the floor is lava' before Hamlet ascended to the balcony, and thus, because I inadvertently mixed up my Shakespeare plays this led to the concept of "Romeo & Cooliet," which would obviously have to star Coolio in the role of a drag queen version of Juliet. ⚔️πŸ‘‘☣️⚰️πŸ”₯πŸŒ‹


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