All posts by Chad Robert Parker

WritCreate: Writing & Project Management Tips (1st Edition)

An E-book Collection of project management blog posts from my websites:

The title is a work-in-progress, BUT…I will be compiling informative blog posts from Storyboard PM and from this site about project management into a book. You can lookup the same content online, but an eBook will put it all in one place. It will be a rich resource for getting your feet wet with learning about and applying project management, particularly in writing endeavors.

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Magi’s Village Globes

A Fantasy Fiction Novel: Inspired by my desire to write a fantastical tale for my children’s bedtime stories and by my love of choose your own adventure style stories (though I’m not sure if I will fashion it after that mold or not).

A thirteen year old, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, part Indian (1/8th part to be exact) has always seen a seemingly magical world with very different eyes. But when his Big Brother mentor picks him up to take him on a camping trip things get more spectacular than ever before. His mentor isn’t phased at all. It’s uncanny how he doesn’t even see the supernatural realm opening up around them.

Suddenly memories are flooding back and the boy realizes he is not simply a foster child at all, whose deadbeat dad is never available for camp outs. No, he is a Safe Keeper of a Village Globe. He just can’t remember which one or where he put it.

His mentor is not completely clueless, either. He has been expecting this. It’s time he tells the boy his real identity. And it’s time the boy learns who he was born to be. In fact, the boy does start to remember one thing of utmost importance: he has a sworn enemy who will be looking for him. His mentor informs him that his so-called dad is that enemy and he will be coming out of the fog of forgetfulness soon as well. He figured it was only a matter of time before he showed up to their camping site to swoop in on his magical white horse and steal away the globe, if he could. The boy needs to remember where the globe is, and fast, so they can protect it.

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A Striker’s End Goal

A Film Novel: Inspired by a love of the game and the game of love.

A soccer star doesn’t have the grades to play at a division 1 school, but has the talent to lock up a scholarship at a local community college. The only problem is he has suffered a few more concussions than he wants to admit. While covering it up he meets a smart girl who has other dreams to transfer to an Ivy League school, and it causes him to re-evaluate his own end goal. Will she turn him in when she finds out what stupid game he is playing with his own head? Will he keep playing the game he loves or will he find a new love in life?

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Heart of a Purple Cover

An Adult Fiction Novel: Inspired by a young girl with an unfailing heart.

A remarkable 7 year old girl is not expected to live past age 7 if she doesn’t get the perfect donor match for a heart transplant. But her dying wish is not for herself. It is for her grandpa, whom she did not know was alive up until a few weeks ago. She wants him to cherish life as much as she does.

Grandpa, on the other hand, gave up on life long ago when he lost the love of his life while he was away at war. He isn’t sure he can forgive himself, his enemies, or even God for the sullen life he has led in the wake of her passing, until his granddaughter helps him rediscover that his life is worth living for.

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The Whatever Plan

An Adult Fiction Novel: Inspired by my own misadventures in finding love.

A man in his 30’s uncovers his life goals from his youth. It is apparent that nothing has gone according to plan. He isn’t married. His career isn’t turning out as expected. He doesn’t own a home or even a reliable car.

After meeting up with someone from his past he discovers an opportunity to chase his other dreams on the other side of the world. Desperate, and figuring he has nothing to lose, he takes drastic measures to leave his past life behind, but soon finds out that you can’t outrun your past. Determined to give his new life a chance he sticks to the plan, even when he discovers the trouble of living a double life. But deep down he knows what he has to do to swallow his pride if he will ever find what he has always wanted in life.

Soon he realizes Plan B is going worse than Plan A ever did. But a long way from home and a long way from his past life, he wonders if he is too far gone for anything to go right again. The only thing that’s left is to think big picture and give whatever works a new look and another try!

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“The Girl From My Dreams” By Chad Robert Parker

There was something familiar about that girl. It was more than talking with her at a single’s conference two years prior. I didn’t want to assume she was the dark black curly haired girl from my recurring dream, with her warm embrace that always brought me comfort and peace of knowing everything was wonderful.

She had gained the interest of several guys on the dance floor. One handsome gentleman jotted down her number. That did not deter me. In fact, it gave me courage seeing she was willing to give her number out to someone she just met. I knew she wouldn’t likely remember me from all the other guys she had met since, but I confidently mentioned how we had met before. I asked her to dance and we had a nice conversation. I told her it was nice to see her again and easily transitioned into asking if I could call on her sometime. A couple days later we scheduled a date.

For some reason her toes of all things triggered something of a flashback. Yeah, her painted toenails and her stylish sandals with the flower atop the strap. It was like something I’d seen before, but I knew I hadn’t. That was the first moment of De Ja Vu. The next was something she said in the car. It was like we had been on this exact date before. I simply took her for ice cream, the type of date that I had often been on, so I chalked it up to routine. I resolved to take her on a more formal date to live theater next. In between, I typed up a devotional (as the transcript would not be ready for a while) that I had heard the next week, which seemed especially apropos for her. She thanked me profusely. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling. We walked a dog the next date. There it was again. Almost every significant thing we did felt repeated. I asked her about it after she turned me down for a fourth date and she thought I was crazy.

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“In A Hurry To Wait” By Chad Robert Parker

My mom came rushing into the house. “Your dad rolled the ATV. He needs to go to the hospital.” I was slow to the uptake. This meant grab your coat. You’re driving him there.

A thousand things went through my mind. My mom was way too calm for this to be too dire. “What happened? Is he okay?” She assured me it was just his arm but that I needed to hurry. His doctor’s office might still be open but if we needed to we would go to the ER.

The ER took us right in. We walked past a lot of other patients in varying levels of discomfort. They let my dad sit in a small upright bed. My dad was writhing in pain at times but not groaning and moaning like others we walked by. I’m sure his head was not clear. He was wincing. He asked if a little pain medicine was too much to ask for. It seemed silly to ask the doctor when they would attend to him considering the other needs around.

30-40 minutes seemed like forever to get a diagnosis. It gave me a chance to hear more details about the accident, however. I guess my dad was going up a slope and caught on a rock sideways. He knew the ATV was going over and pushed it off him as best he could as it went by. It held up on the embankment below perched atop a cliff.

The medicine would take affect in another 30-40 minutes. They looked over his arm and braced it up good. He had significant bruising and obviously damaged the bone, but they would not be able to do much to see if he needed a cast until the swelling went down. He went back to his doctor in the coming days and it was found that the bone had lifted off of itself in a painful forearm split. It would take several days in a soft cast before he would recover. I think his hand still has some nerve damage, but it could have been much worse.

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