In one moment, Anne O’Sullivan, a 32-yr old real estate agent, finds her life forever changed when she is abducted from an open house she is hosting. The reader doesn’t come in on this scene. Instead, we get to read as her experience is told to her therapist one session at a time.
Her life before the event was similar to the everyday normalcies of life, sprinkled with shadows of a horrific event in which her father and sister were killed in an automobile accident when she was just a child leaving her mother and herself to continue on with their lives. Continue reading
Devil by J. Paul Stephens
Magdalene has been single for too long. When she meets James at a party she is both excited and cautious at how forward he is in his conversation. He immediately asks her out again and she accepts. The story thrusts the reader forward through lessons that she has learned.
We soon realize that James is one of those bullies who abuse their women. Magdalene is forced to do some pretty awful things on her birthday when James gives her a ‘gift’. She suffers through the experience and even dissociates herself from the scene. After the birthday gift is given and James has his way with her yet again, he tells her that he expects her to resign from her nursing position.
James has now taken away from her every aspect including home, family, money, and now job. He owns her and she belongs to him and only him. She is now trapped in a constant state of humiliation and is prepared to die from his abuse.
Some of you may know I’ve struggled to get back into my writing. For like almost four years!!! While my mind continues to drown in words, I’ve not really done a whole lot of getting it out do my head and onto paper/screen. Granted, a few free writing exercises here and there as well as some journaling, but nothing substantial.
Last weekend I attended a creatives conference: screenwriting, poetry, rpg writing, music, film, and novel writing. Oh and podcasting. The weekend was beneficial for me to say the least. I went away with many story ideas, possible money making opportunities, and honed skills. But what about engaging all those skills and that knowledge? I went the whole week after that conference and I didn’t write a thing! Ugh!!! Continue reading
Devil’sAttic Louisville KY
Every September and October my bestie and I visit at least one local haunt every weekend and then write a review of that haunt on our site called Locallylouisville. It’s something I look forward to all year long. It also causes me some anxiety because it also reminds me that November is coming up. Which means NaNoWriMo.
I haven’t participated in it for three years. With my co-writer and best friend Will passing away this precious March, it also means that I’ll be feeling his death all over again. He and I were each other’s cheerleaders the entire month, talked through difficult scenes, and worked through character and plot issues. Continue reading
I don’t know about you, but I do not like when my food touches each other on a plate. My husband will mix up and blend every single thing on his dish and eat it. It doesn’t matter what it is.
Last night he was eating whip cream (out of a can) from an ice cream cone while fixing himself a bowl of stewed chicken and rice. He isn’t finished with his cone so he throws it into his bowl of stewed chicken and rice and….just eats it. Like it belonged there!!! Like… WTH? Can we say gross!!!!
this military dude from the film #TOYS with #RobinWilliams (one of my favs from back in the day) is like my spirit animal. He says it perfectly!
All in good fun
I don’t know about you but I’m extremely thrilled that 2018 is over and done. With three surgeries, two hospitalizations for me and one surgery and hospitalization for my husband…and many more events that were downers that brought my creativity to a complete halt, yes!!! Finally gone and done with and good riddance!
I have a number of goals for the new year. I won’t bother listing them all here, however a few I will.
1. Read and review more books. Since I’m not writing, I want to be reading. I’m looking to read a mixture of classics, new fiction, and self-help books. In no particular order or preference.
2. I want to get into healthier shape and fitness. No. I’m not starting any diets as I no longer believe in them. I have found a personal mentor/coach who helps me focus on the mental changes needed to make a lasting change in the physical changes needed for my life. (With that, I will go to the gym at least twice a week for the first two months of 2019. I’m being realistic with my time and commitment.)
3. I will strive to be a better supervisor, continue to boost morale and support my team as best I can, while at the same time investing in my skill-building of holding them accountable for their responsibilities.
4. I will sell my house this year. There is so much that goes into that simple sentence.
5. I will work on my Dave Ramsey debt snowball aggressively.
6. I will NOT force creativity on myself. I will be content with what my desires move me towards.
7. I will NOT spend all my time binging on tv this year.
I think those are a few good ones. 🙂
Just some of my writings…could go somewhere or not. I totally don’t know where this one is headed.
Blue Ain’t Your Color
“What do you mean?” I could see him staring at his drink across the room. He ignored my question as much as my stare. “I just cancelled all my plans for this trip that you promised we would take.”
He took a sip with a heavy, slow swallow. “I don’t think it’s the right time for us to leave town right now.”
“No.” I threw my keys on the glass table. “You just don’t want to distance yourself from the other girl.” I’d known he was cheating on me for the past two weeks. I just hadn’t wanted to believe it.
He dismissed my statement by looking out the window and refusing to reply.
“So that’s the way this is going to play out?” I looked around the apartment. We had only lived here for three months. It was going to suck paying the rent by myself. “I think you should leave.”
That got Adam’s attention. He finally turned fully around and faced me. “As in move out?”
I looked him over. God, he was gorgeous. And the sex was still good. I was going to miss his body. “Yes. I think you should move out.” Go mooch off your other woman. I didn’t want to turn this conversation ugly. He wasn’t worth my energy. I grabbed my purse and picked my keys back up. “I’ll give you the night to get your stuff out.” I didn’t think I could face the apartment all alone tonight, anyway. Continue reading