Posted by: J. Kristén Halley | November 13, 2011


Although I will have to scan many photos that were taken prior to the age of digital.
Now I am learning the art of photography and have obtained a high-end camera and promise future pictures will have a little knowledge behind them and will hopefully grow more professional.
With that said, my family and I made our 15th or 16th time to that place known as “God’s waiting room” and for reasons unkown, many photos and video were lost.
I admit it was a challenge for me. Yes, I have had a myriad of surgeries on my back and that limits my mobility, but the theme park vacation has worn thin for me.
In Central Florida, lies the Mecca of theme park adventures.
Disney is still impressive in what they have done. They had foresight and a great model.
Take for example the Magic Kingdom. It will glow purple and green as it towers in the center of the park. All around it, they invented various themes. From Future World, to Frontier Land.
However, the young adult and adolescent will grow bored very quickly as it offers no rides that increase adrenaline and excitement. TBD




Everyday to some degree I take aim at cleaning out and organizing my bedroom.  I have usb, charger units, A/V cables, speaker and microphone wires, and six notebook computers. Two of which work, but not very well.

Posted by: J. Kristén Halley | June 22, 2011


Until I got ,married to my wife j,ust over eighteen years ago, I had been to Florida maybe twice. I lived in Ohio at the time and my parents were not the sort to travel.

As I got older I moved to Pennsiylvania to go to school. Through a long, complicated chain of event I met my wife, Sue. She was no stranger to travel to say the least. In fact, when I first met her, she had just returned from her second tour of Europe. This girl, barely twenty one years old, had not only been here, there, and everywhere, she had two vacations to the other side of the world.

So, as we sat on the plane and the engines begin to fire, I was squeezing the arm rest until my knuckles were white, and I looked over at her. She was calmly  pulled a magazine out and started reading. We were about to hit heights over thrity-five thousand feet, and she couldn’t be more indifferent.  We had just got through hearing all these things to do if we crash, that I was thinking that maybe they should focus a little more about what to do when we get there safely. But, Sue ‘s indiffference to the strange sounds as the plane started slowly moving forward and then picking up speed at an alarmiing rate. My eyes werte affixed out the little porthole window watching as we moved faster and faster and then it was like nothing. We were in the air and it was nice and smooth.

On this airling, things were different. Thery were a Mexiican airline and would ramdnomly pass  out free alcohol and declare the fiesta had already started.

That was one trip I will never forget. At the resort, a man stood on a chair and poured tequilla punch doun my throat. Which  didnt’t help matters much, considering  that I was already inebriated before we ever touched down.

I stayed up late. And in my condition, I thought the money didnt look like real money.  This was an all

-inclusive resort, but I was tipping the bartender and the servants. How much, I am not sure, but I had a crowd of Mexicans standing around me to light my cigarette, get my a napkin, another drink, a shot, I must have tipped over $100 USD.

Then, I was faced with the task of finding the room without knowing the number. And ther were four main buildomgs wotj sevem f;pprs each for to wade through-where were cell phones then?  back to Cancun five or six more times, Aruba, Barbados, and a coulple of rips out to Las Vegas.

One thing is for sure “She lives to travel”

Anyway, we had a great honeymoon.. I had no idea what was in store for me from that point. I have been to the Orlando, Fl. area fourteen times.  At least six cruises,

Posted by: J. Kristén Halley | June 11, 2011

TODAY: June 11, 2011-agenda falls apart

What a day. I set out an agenda that just sounded so pretty. I sent my wife an email and laid out my day. It was going to be one full of getting things done. I was going to study for my certification as a fitnesss trainer. I was going to study my rewriting book.

I was going to work on my FSF book that I posted in fragements and random order and get it organized and looking more like a manusctipt.

I was going to spend time with the kids and get in several short workouts. I planned on listing more items on ebay-i did geet some of that done. I was going actually do some work on my rewrite on THE MEEK SCREENPLAY and finish lining up the BEATS  or megascenes for WEED and FREE MORAL ENTITIY.

I had plans on working more on develioping my hub and spoke network that gives me a very large and professional presence on the web.

I did move closer to becoming a travel writer and a travel photographer by enrolling ing two online courses with  Matador U. Interestingly enough they use  this site (wordpress) in some capacity.

It really seems that all I have been doing has been leading me toward becoming a travel writer. I have my fiction and my self help all in the pipeline. So I am a writer with a lot going on.

Since I first went to Cancun, MX for my honeymoon in 1993, I have taken nearly 50 holidays since then. I have been on six or seven cruises, out to Las Vegas a couple of times, back to mexico a half dozen more times, Turks and Caicos, The Dominican Republic, Aruba, Jamiaca,St Thomas, St Kitts, St Maarten, Antiguq, Dominica, Puerto Rico, Cozumel, the Caymens, and Orlando at least 14 times, and that doesnt even consider places within driving distance.

THat would include Philly, NYC, Toronto, CN, Niagra Falls, Lake George, Pigeon Forge Tn, the New Jersey SHore, Atlantic CIty, and the list seem infinite.

SO I am a writer who travels alot.

Now, I am p;urchasing a professional grade camera and taking courses in photograp;hy, esp travel photography.  I have even learned enough Spanish to get by in a Spanishi speaking country and am still learninging by using Pimsleur Speak and read Spanish I-III.

It all happened independently, but as an aggregagte it is leading me right into that form of writing.

That doesnt mean I am abandoning my pipeline.  On the contrary, I intend to see each and every great idea that blossomed from my head. I already know that FSF will be published becauses I have a contract, I already have an agent for my screenplay, I just need to renew my contracts.  I even have an agreemen to adapt one of my screenplays for the stage with a local production company and producer.

I need to lay it out again and this time not allow myself distractions of inferior tasks stand in the way of what I schedule to get done.  It seemed like I was online alll day answering emails.

SOOOO, tomorrow

I will enroll in the Matador U classes and buy the Canon D300 professional grade cameral.

I will study for my first ISSA quiz and look at getting my cpr online.

I will take the tele-seminar about 21 ways to rewrite a script via  Screenwriting U at 11:00AM.

I will spend half an hour learning Spanish

I will study a little about photogaphy from the cdrom course I have already loaded.

I will then  go to a hotel with my wife, enjoy a few cocktails, and then enjoy my wife.


So, subsribe and tune in to see if I can improve what I am weakest at. Organization and structure..

and with that nighty-night



Posted by: J. Kristén Halley | June 10, 2011

too much

Okay, I have over a dozen writing projects that range from self help to screenplays and novels. I am selecting a professional grade camera to learn photography which would augment my travel wrriting.
The worst part is that I have to start by expanding my presence on the web. I have one website from yola, but I worked on it for hours only to have it come undone with the formatting.
Naturally I am looking for improved hosting. I am setting up a hub and spoke network. the HUB would be my ONLINE PROFILE and summarize my projects and talents in other areas. It would link to specified pages that gives more information about the work and a final link to another dedicated website where they cah read the treatment, story notes, excerpts, and be blown away with what I have done..I will even include this blog, oh btw, this is the very first time I have followed up with blogging. I can link it into the network and if I do it right it will be like a maze of links directing the person to stay within the network and ultimately contact me or my agent and offer me a lot of money for one of my precious projects-or send me to Mexico for a travel article on college girls on spring break in Cancun.

Posted by: J. Kristén Halley | May 31, 2011


The Free Spirit. What images does your mind conjure when you hear someone say that person is a real free spirit? For the longest time, it made me kind of envious. I had not yet defined what kind of person is a free spirit, but it was always used in a context that seemed to say something about that person. They lived outside the box. A stop sign has a closer meaning to yield to a free spirit.

A Free Spirit doesnt care about all the trivial bull shit that everyone else is entangled ass-hole deep in. A free spirit defies traditional.  In fact, they oppose it.

I had a little quiet time where I involved my mind in a comprehensive and objective self-evaluation. I wanted to determine if I was or am a free spirit.  Do others say that Kris, he’s a real free spirit. He really knows how to enjoy himself. He is free from tradition and plays by a whole different set of rules. He doesnt worry. He loves to laugh. He is always looking for his next adventure.

Sadly, I didnt measure up as much as I was hoping. So, I decided I needed a clear, concise definition as to what it does mean to be  a free spirit.  I searched online and in some dictionaries, but the places that offer up a meaning for the conjoined word lefte me less than fulfilled.

So, I decided to define it on my own. I looked at the two words and then it hit me. I simply flipped the order of the words to get “Spirit Free.”  Now that seemed to say it all in a overly succinct way. A SPIRIT which is FREE.

Taking it one step further, a LIFE (spirit) that is born from LIBERTY (free.)  Thene a semse of patriotism kicked in and I began to realize that a “free gspirit” is one who embodies the American way of thinking. It is that Liiberty or free [will] that we willingly sacrifice our life or spirit to preserve. It is precious. It is historically American.

But freedom of spirit is not limited to Americans. It epitomizes life itself. How all life cherishes freedom.  In the early 17th century, that longing, or willingness to sacrifice spirit to gain freedom was the first and foremost driving force to the African who had lost their liberty and sacrifice of spirit was the measure of their resolve to taste freedom again.

From a slave willing to risk the whip, to the coyote that chews through its own leg to regain the freedom lost, an animal willing to pay any cost to escape a fate uncertain. They knew only freedom was gone and unimaginable pain must be endured to chew through it’s own flesh and sacrifice spirit for freedom restored.


At that moment I had an epiphany. While being a free spirit doesn’t take on such a deep meaning to the average person, it is a hidden monument. To grasp the meaning on the various levels it exists, is a treasure. A hiidden treasure that is right out in plain view, yet we don’t recognize the value and pass it by. This realization hit me right on cue.


I was fresh off two back surgeries. I paid no mind to my diet, in that I made no adjustments to account for my drastic and dramatic change in lifestyle. I was eating anything I wanted during my extended covalescence.

I barely lifted a finger, unless it was assigned to deliver more food to my mouth, and like every human on earth, I started gaining weight. I was always in a horizontal position and my mind was distracted by the severe pain that lingered.

I stopped looking in mirrors. I even eased up on my standards of hygiene. It took effort and caused pain to maintain a regular schedule of basic grooming. I remember the frustration of trying on something that was not equipped with an elastic band and the struggle it was to fasten.

I clearly remember how quick I was to shed the jeans in favor of sweat pants to relieve the discomfort I felt around my waist, and the red lines left behind. Then the most tragic moment was when I noticed the tag on the back was twelve sizes bigger than what was hanging in my closet, haunting me.

The fact that I was struggling getting on jeans that were 44″ X 30″ was paralyzing at first. I was in shock. I was in denial.

But the denial didn’t last long, not with irrefutable evidence in my hands. I walked into my closet and jerked a random pair of jeans off the hanger and looked at the tag and saw numbers that brought on innstant nasea.  The tag read “32” X 32″”.  I shuffled neurotically through all of the jeans and pants that were hanging there and found a variety of sizes. I threw my newest jeans, the ones with a 44″ waist on the closet floor, and made a path over to the drawer that held assorted colors of nice, comfy sweat pants.

I swore to myself I would never speak of that moment again and made my way downstairs, where a hospital bed had become part of our living room decore. I decided that I had had it. I ignored the onset of the hunger pains and routinely shook the fat around my torso to watch it jiggle. I was going to lose weight.

About then, Sue comes through the front door with pepparoni pizza, hot wings with bleu cheese dressing, regular Coka-Cola, and Beer. In an instant, I had lost my resolve. I ate two orders of wings and four pieces of pizza. I drank two glasses of Cola, and finished it all off three to five beers.

I was full.  I know you know the kind of full I am speaking of: So full that when you are lucky enough to get a burp out, you still feel bloated beyond capacity.  I laid there, hands cradling my gut, when I had the flashback of my earlier experience. To avoid guilt, I vowed to start a strict diet on the next Monday.  As it turned out, I started a diet nearly every Monday for awhile.

Finally, I started to get it. I was suffering with back pain, and all of the extra weight was making my pain worse. it was incapacitating. It seemed a lot like I was trapped. How could I control my appetite when eating was my biggest source of pleasure. In my mind, it was what I had been reduced to-sitcoms and constant snacking.

Then another cycle caught my attention. The more I wanted to lose weight, the more time I spent eating. Here is where I developed the rudimentary elements that would later become the free spirit philosophy.

I knew that the one thing that has to change first is my thinking.  I was in no position to enter a regimented exercise program, and giving up eating things I loved just didn’t seem remotely possible. So I applied some basic ground rules.

First, I changed the way or context I used the word “diet.” In my world, one cannot go on a diet, and so, on cannot break a diet. To me, diet simply meant the food I consumed. that meant I could have a good diet and/or I could have a bad diet.

I also replaced the word “exercise” with “activity.” I didn’t feel like exercising. That meant work, hard work. Whereas, I felt I could increase my activity level.


A word that I have grown an affinity for is “adapt” or “adaptation.” While it could have several applications, I was particularly fond of how it applied to the human being.

Whatever you spend time doing determines directly how your body changes or adapts.

For example, if you live in a tropical region, your skin darkens so that it is able to take higher and higher doses of the sun’s powerful uv rays. Likewise, it is often not a difficult thing to guess what profession a person is in simply by noting their body shape.

A person who works in construction and must rely on different muscle groups to get their work done. A man who swings a heavy hammer much of the day will have highly developed forearms along with shoulders and upper arms.

Then I thought about those lucky people who can enjoy any food they care to eat and yet never gain an ounce.


In its most primitive formula, weight loss boils down to just one thing.


That statement is indisputable and uncontested. It is a universal truth. There are not anyone who exists outside that law. It applies to every living thing and yields no exceptions.

So what about that person who can eat and eat but never gains weight? Next time you are around that person do a little silent observation.  Sure, that person may have a bad diet, but watch them when they are unaware you are paying close attention to them. I think you will discover something about them that may have escaped your notice until now.

That person is always moving. They sit and shake their foot, or fidget, change positions frequently and usually can’t sit still for very long periods. It is also likely that the three pieces of cake you thought they devoured, were shared, or had much of it left unfinished. The plate may not look like they left much, but if they scraped down their plate like you and I do, it would add to their calorie intake.



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