I know that I have been neglecting my duties when it comes to my web log. Notice I said web log and not blog? There's actually a reason for that. My daughter. If I so much as whisper the word blog she nearly rips me a new one. So I'm trying to remember to say web log and not utter blog at any time.
There has been so much going on around me of late that I'm about ready to run for the hills and not come back. I hate saying that here because there are some very wonderful people who will read this and I don't want them to take this the wrong way. I love you all and I don't want you to think that I'm bitching because of you. I'm bitching because I damn well want to and this is my web log and I can pretty much do what I want, well except to say blog.
I have been working with this wonderful bunch of people on a special book and things have gotten sticky on more than one occasion and yes it at times makes me nervous, at times it scares the living hell out of me, and yes sometimes I get mad as hell. I'm human.
It's amazing what we go through everyday without thinking about it or if we do we keep it bottled up inside us. You have a hundred things you need to be taking care of but you are ending up trying to prioritize what is the most important and needs to be done first and often when you get about half way through your list you find the day is over and you are exhausted and too many things you know you should have done are left for the next day but you end up with the same problem as the day before. That is what has happened to me a lot lately.
I have to put so much of my stuff on hold and sometimes it does get to me. How do I tell people that expect you to be there for them that you can't? How do you tell them no? Don't get me wrong I love what I'm doing and unfortunately some people will see this and think it pertains to them when in fact it doesn't but to clarify that would end up with me hurting person or persons possibly individually and I don't want that either. I simply want to bitch so I'm bitching.
I haven't been able to work on my own books and that bothers me a lot. I also know that I will get back to them and hopefully that will be in another month or so. In the meantime I'm going to vent here just this once and move on.
I would feel better if my sense of humor would find it's way back to me but it's still lost out there in the nether regions and is refusing to come home. I hope someone hasn't run over it and left it a smashed goo on the interstate of where the hell am I and the cross section of oops. You didn't know that place existed? Where the hell do you think your mind goes to when it wonders.
Anyway I have been writing but I'm not working on one of my books. I know that I will soon be able to return to that and I will be happy when my crazy little cracked mind can once again crawl into my little make believe worlds and I can go to my happy place. OK so my happy place involves death, mayhem, and destruction, I never said it was a happy place for everyone. It has been so long since I've traveled there that I'm keeping a list of all those I intend to do away with once I get back.
Windy sat on the edge of the pier that ran out over the lake that bordered the property of her parents’ home. She had cried all the tears she had and now sat there looking at the moon’s reflection on the surface of the lake. The small waves being stirred up by the evening breeze caused the moon’s reflection to appear as if it danced across the water. Tonight the waves seemed tamed compared to what they usually were. Of course the little pier she sat on was set in a little cove from the main body of water. Out there on the main body the waves would be much larger.
Windy couldn’t imagine life getting any worse than it was at this moment. The man she loved, the one she had been engaged to for six months and been in a relationship with for the past two years had called her to tell her that he was ending the engagement. The ass hole hadn’t even been man enough to come home and face her. He had met someone else while traveling with his job and decided that he was in love with this other woman. Of course he had offered her all his regrets and apologies and ending with the bullshit statement that he was sure she would find someone worthy of her.
Really, worthy of her. If she was such an all fire prize why was he dumping her for someone else? How are you in love with someone one moment and the next, oops I made a mistake and I love this person over here? Windy felt the anger build inside as she sat there on that pier.
Below the surface something moved with silent and deadly intent. It too was angry but for different reasons. It had been asleep for a long time but something had called it. Something had needed its’ services and it didn’t like having to do the biding of another. It was old, as old as time itself. It would rest for hundreds of years and then wake up and bring havoc only to return to its long slumbers when it was bored with the creatures that walked the face of the earth The last time he had been called it had been about a hundred years ago He had not had enough rest. Now the same one had called him back but she no longer breathed air. She had ceased to breathe just before he had returned to his slumber or he would have ended up taking her himself. He had been denied that satisfaction when she had called him before but he would not be denied this time. He would claim her when this was finished. He didn’t know how she could again be calling him but she was and this time it would be different.
He was distracted by the two tiny female feet dangling in the water. They were so small and delicate he thought. It made him wonder what the person was like that those tiny little appendages were attached to. He would find out.
Windy continued to stare out at the water. The silence of the night was broken by the sound of a fairly large motor boat that cut through the water toward the middle of the lake. The sound seemed to irritate her more than it should have especially when she heard the trailing sound of a woman’s laughter that has been caught on the breeze and blown in her direction. She couldn’t have told you whether it was the sound of the boat that had disturbed her self-absorbed misery or the fact that it was a woman laughing and right now she hated nearly every one of her sex outside of her mother and her sister.
She would have to start sending out notifications tomorrow regarding the wedding being called off. It was in three months. No it was supposed to have been in three months but now it wouldn’t happen at all. Mindy closed her eyes and tried to shut out the thought of the embarrassment that came with cancelling a wedding. What was she supposed to say? I was engaged to a low life son-of-a bitch who started cheating on me then dumped me for his whore? She actually thought of putting exactly that on the cancellations especially on the ones that would go to his family. Wait, why should she be sending anything to his side. Shouldn’t that be his job? She thought about the money she and her parents were already out over this and she knew one thing she was going to do. She damn sure was sending that bastard a bill for the whole thing and if she had to she would sue his sorry ass.
He slipped under the pier stopping just short of the tiny feet. He watched them as they seemed to become more agitated. He watched as the surface became choppier from something that had disturbed the surface. He thought the tiny feet would be pulled up out of the water but they remained as they were, kicking lazily in front of him.
He reached out a clawed digit and gently tapped one of the feet. It stopped its movement for a moment but didn’t withdraw from the water. If he had been able to smile he would have. People didn’t pay attention to warnings. He thought about repeating his action but decided he didn’t want to take a chance of the feet being removed. Oh he could take the person attached to those feet as easily on land as he could take her from where she was but he really didn’t like to leave the cover of his watery world. No it was much more fun to watch the look of surprise take over their faces under the surface rather that above. When you took them from above it usually involved them opening their mouths and harsh loud racket would escape from their air-breathing lips. No when you pulled them to you underneath then yes their mouths still opened widely but it only resulted in them expelling blast of bubbles as they let out air from their lungs. They really started fighting then and he liked it when they fought. It was so much more satisfying.
Mindy had become still when she felt something brush up against her foot. She knew there could be anything down there in the dark but she felt sure that it had been nothing more than a curious fish that had gotten too close to her. Her foot had probably scared it more than it had scared her. Her feet went back to their gentle movement as she continued to think of ways to hurt that ass the way he had hurt her.
All thoughts of the cheating fiancé were swept from her mind when she felt something take hold of her ankle. She was taken so much by surprise that she didn’t even scream when she felt something tug hard at her ankle pulling her to the very edge of the pier. She fighting hard to keep from falling into the water that her brain didn’t even think to scream as the second hard tug came and she was pulled into the water and jerked underneath. When she opened her eyes and saw the thing staring at her from eyes that glowed green with slits of black down the center it was the first time she thought of screaming. It was too late for it to bring help. Her voice was muffled by the water that she was now completely submerged in. The last thing she saw was this horrible thing open its mouth just before it pulled her toward that gaping maw and shove her head and shoulders inside. The last thing she felt was when its long sharp teeth clammed down on her severing her upper body from the rest.
He like all living things had started out small but had grown over the millenniums and continued to grow. He had no name really but he had been called many things by the humans. Once he had lived in the sea but he had been trapped in this body of water long before the first human was ever born. Some humans had learned how to call on him and get him to do their bidding but they always paid for their arrogance. This time this one would be no different. Of course his taking a member of her blood would serve till then and it would leave her thinking about what she had done.
He finished off the tasty little morsel before he went back to the area of the lake he reclined in. He had been around since the beginning of time. He knew there would be others before he caught the one who had called him. He would take her but he would feast on the bodies of others until that time.
Copy by Cathy Pace Matthews 2016
Cassie looked at the disc that held all the pictures of the wedding. Everyone had been given a copy just before they had started displaying the many photos commemorating the happy event. As each picture scrolled past she felt like another arrow would pierce her heart. As each one had popped up she had hoped that there would be an image of her but so far not so much as a distant image of her. There of course were pictures of her brother, it was after all, his wedding. There were pictures of her sister, she had been in the wedding although Cassie hadn’t been asked. There were her parents Laura and Frank and even her grandparents. There were lots of pictures of other family members and friends but not so much as one image showed up that she was in. The pain she felt heavy in her heart only grew as the last picture was displayed and not once had the camera captured one image of her.
Cassie took the disc and quickly buried it in her purse while no one was looking. She not only felt the pain but it was aggravated by the shame and humiliation of the situation. Deep down the shame and humiliation was unnecessary because no one in the group had even taken notice of her absence and wouldn’t. It was always that way. She somehow was never in the any family photos at family events either. The last professional family photo the family had taken that she had been in was when she was ten years old. Even then somehow the photographer had managed to get a shot of her with her face half turned and her hair hid what little of her face would have been exposed in the picture. Cassie had though she looked more like Cousin It than a human child and yet the family had been happy with the picture and displayed it still in the den.
She knew that she was capable of being photographed because she often took selfies with her phone but there was never anyone to share them with. No one wanted a picture of her. When she would send one to someone in her family they would always delete them telling her to stop sending them. Her father called her a camera hog and vain and laughed at her.
Cassie had overheard her parents talking about her once. She had listened as they went on about her being self-absorbed and wondered if maybe they should take her to see someone. That had been four years ago so she had stopped the selfies and she certainly didn’t send photos of herself to anyone anymore. A couple of years after that she had moved out of the house. She lived alone in a small apartment in a not so great part of town but at least there she felt alone because there was no one else there, not because no one wanted her there.
Shortly after the last picture was seen and admired Cassie got quietly up and gathered her things. She went in search of her mom to tell her she was leaving but when she tried to tell her mom bye all her mother did was wave a dismissing hand at her and didn’t even look in her direction. Cassie had slipped silently out the back door knowing no one would even notice her absence.
She made her way to her little second hand compact car. The rest of the family drove some new high end vehicle with all the bells and whistles but not her. She worked as a sales clerk and she was doing good to afford what she had. She worked two jobs just to stay in her run down little apartment and drive her fifteen year old car and put what food she could afford on the table. There were never any family dinners she attended except on holidays. Not even on her birthday was there ever anything done to celebrate that day.
Cassie had something come up one night and she had run home to her parents. She had let herself into the house with the key she still had but her parents had screamed at her for being there. After that she would only go over after they were in bed to raid their fridge if things were too tight and then would make her way to her old room and curl up in a corner there for a short while to try and feel like she was home. She would never stay long and she was always careful to never wake her parents.
When Cassie got back to her apartment she placed her key in the door and tried to open it. The lock wouldn’t budge. She kept rattling the key but for some reason it wouldn’t turn the lock and allow her to enter her small apartment. She reached into her purse to get her phone to call the manager but her phone wasn’t there. It must have fallen out of her purse at her parent’s house. She made her way to the manager’s apartment but no one answered when she knocked.
Could this night get any worse? Now she was going to have to drive all the way back to her parent’s house to get her cheap little phone. God she hoped no one picked it up. If they did she would only be met with someone making fun of her she was sure. Well at least it would be some attention. The problem however was she was almost out of gas and she was going to be sweating bullets all week trying to have enough money to make it till her next paycheck and gas didn’t come cheap.
Laura sat at the table sipping a cup of coffee when Frank walked in.
“What is it Laura?” Frank asked his wife as he poured himself a cup of coffee and joined his wife at the table.
“I was just thinking of Cassie.” Laura’s head hung with her hair covering most of it but Frank knew she was trying to hide the tears that were running down her cheeks.
“Laura she has to learn the truth sooner or later and accept it and move on.” Frank didn’t like it any more than his wife but is was what all the experts had told them they had to do.
“When she was here tonight…” Laura was interrupted by her husband.
“I know honey but what else can we do. This is the only way.” Frank now had the shining glint in his eyes of unshed tears.
“I keep thinking of how much she wanted to make it on her own and not accept any help from us. She moved into that tacky little place on the other side of town and you see what happened?” Laura had fought with her daughter when she had decided to do that. She was only eighteen and just out of high school. She was so independent back then.
“I know Laura but we can’t change that.” Frank hated it when his oldest daughter had moved out.
When the door opened Laura started to go to her daughter but Frank grabbed her and pulled him to her. “No Laura.”
Laura buried her face in her husband’s chest as she felt the spirit of her long dead daughter standing next to her. The paranormal experts kept telling her and Frank that Cassie had to accept the fact she was dead and any sign from anyone would only serve to keep her there and stop her from moving on.
One Missing Child
Cathy Pace Matthews
The young girl sat quietly playing with something so intently she didn’t hear the man coming up behind her. She cooed to the object that had her so completely lost in her endeavors.
“Now sit up straight baby, you’re making it hard for me to dress you.” She continued to fumble with the little outfit as she was attempting to manipulate the stiff little limbs of the baby doll she was trying to dress.
The man watched the child silently and was in awe of the almost quiet calm she portrayed. She had been missing for hours. He didn’t understand how she could have possibly gotten this far back into the woods by herself but she did appear to be alone. The child’s long blond hair helped to hide the doll the child was playing with.
The man shuttered as he thought of this innocent child being out here alone and unprotected. She was such an innocent little thing that would make a perfect victim for the wrong kind of person. The man shuttered again at the thought.
People had been searching everywhere around the area trying to find her. The child’s mother had called as soon as she noticed the child was missing but there was no way of really knowing how long it had been before her mother had noticed she was gone. At least this one looked like it might turn out OK he thought.
“I swear you just won’t do anything you should to help. My mommy is always saying that children are more trouble than they’re worth.” The little girl appeared to slap her doll and the man flinched at the force she delivered the blow to her baby doll. It made him wonder what type of home life the child had and if her actions were any indication of what she suffered at home. If so then he thought he understood why she had come up missing. It would certainly explain her disappearance. She was trying to escape from an unhappy and possibly abusive home life.
“There now, isn’t that much better? See how much easier it is when you behave like a good little girl and make things easier for me?” The little girl tried to set her doll up in front of her but couldn’t quite get the doll to bend her little legs.
The man hadn’t yet gotten a good look at the doll because he had stopped a little way back from the child because he hadn’t wanted to startle her and the child’s back was to him. Now he proceeded to approach the child and called her by name.
“Macy.” The man gently spoke the child’s name.
The little girl didn’t show any signs of fear or apprehension as she heard her name being spoken from behind her.
“Yes?” Macy turned her head to face the man who had called to her. She certainly wasn’t afraid and when she saw he was a policeman she smiled at him.
“Are you OK honey?” The officer had slowly closed the distance between him and the young girl.
“Yes, I’m just playing with my new baby doll. Do you want to see her?” Macy reach to pick up the doll in front of her to show the officer.
“Sure, I would love…” The officer didn’t finish his sentence as Macy brought the doll up for him to see. His mind tried hard to keep him from screaming as it took in the sight of what was before hon now. Slowly his eyes began to process the scene before him but it seemed to take too longer for his brain to fully grasp the macabre and horrific image before him. He knew that he hadn’t found just one of the two missing children from the same neighborhood, he had found both. The tiny newborn’s head was twisted at an odd angle and the little half opened eyes would never completely open or close on their own again.
“You want to play with us?” Macy said as she struggled to stand up and lift the dead weight of the lifeless newborn infant.
The officer was having trouble remaining on his feet. He had never before in his life felt more alone and afraid as he did right now staring into the cold dark eyes of this little five year old child.
“Mommy says children are more trouble than they’re worth but I don’t think so, do you?” The little girl giggled as she threw the tiny little corpse into the air and let it fall.
My husband, whether he likes to admit it or not is a geek. Oh I’m not talking about one of the people who chases little virtual creatures on a video game or has to see every science fiction movie that comes out, but he is a geek. As a matter of fact he hates science fiction, doesn’t care for video games, and he certainly doesn’t do comic books or anything to do with them. What he does do is work with computers. Oh most of the time he is bitching about it but that is what he does. Let me clarify that. He is a network engineer. Those two word should tell you a lot if you are familiar with all that goes with computers and telephones these day but if you aren’t I’ll give you a simple breakdown. No I’m not trying to talk down to anyone but it’s the only way I know how to explain it because I’m not that savvy when it comes to that sort of thing. I have to admit I have over the years picked up on a little and a lot of it has come from hands on experience when I’ve accompanied my husband to work on the weekends and ended up being the grunt worker. Anyway simple breakdown of a network engineer. You know when one computer talks to another, be it from one room to another or from one country to another? Well that’s what he does. He has spent years designing those networks that allow that to happen and he has designed them all over the world. He opens his mouth to talk about what he does and sometimes all I can do is go blink blink. So I say again he is a geek.
So what does this have to do with rare jewels? Well of course he didn’t get to where he did by sitting on his butt and of course over the years he has had to attend many classes, training seminars, and schools. Now in most cases he has bitched about most at some point or another. Now this is just my husband and he really doesn’t mean it but you know men and how they have to sound like men. They can never admit that they enjoy anything that isn’t manly and or cool and tough. Make no mistake my hubby is manly, cool and tough. He can tear down an engine on a car the same as he can tear down a computer. He has traipsed through the backwoods of nowhere to hunt, hike, camp, and fish. He used to hunt, ride motorcycles, and horses. He is a manly man. So Buddy if you read this your reputation is safe. The thing is there was one place where on several occasions he attended classes and seminars and never once even began to complain about it. His high regard for this institute is about as high as it gets.
At some point when attending something at this institute he got a certain type shirt that he wore with pride and wore it for years. That shirt traveled to China, Japan, Brussels, England, and many other place throughout the world and this country. This shirt is probably better traveled than most people and seen more than my husband probably ever wants me to know about.
Recently while going through things to throw out I came across this shirt. This battered, worn out, threat bare, beloved shirt presented me with a problem. What could I do to try and salvage it? Nothing. I sat for hours, yes it presented me with that big a problem, trying to figure how to ask him if I could throw it away. I felt like it was one of the hardest things I would ever have to do. Now I know this all sounds silly but be that as it may, that’s how it made me feel because of what that shirt meant to my husband.
I decided to try and do something about it. I looked the company up on line and got their email address and sent them an email. I simply stated my dilemma and asked if they still had this particular type of shirt and if so, would it be possible to get one. I told them I would be happy to reimburse them for the shirt as well. I also admitted that I knew my request was silly but the shirt meant that much to my husband. What happened after that amazed me.
I received a very pleasant email from a dear, and I have no doubt one of the most beautiful women in the world because how could she not be, wanting information on the particular shirt and when Buddy might have received it. I responded with the requested information and pictures of the shirt.
Of course after all this time that type shirt wasn’t what they had now for the company but this wonderful, amazing, again in my opinion beautiful lady told me she would see if she could locate one in my husband’s size. After about a week she again emailed me and told me she had located one and she would mail it. She did along with one of their newer ones as well as two lovely cobalt blue company coffee mugs and a delightful little pin. The look on my husband’s face when he received the package was beyond belief. The new long sleeve shirt has been proudly hung in his closet and as we were heading out for the day just before the package came he grabbed the new short sleeve shirt and changed into it immediately. So the rare jewel whose name is Sarah was an incredible find and I will never be able to thank her enough or could I ever think of a way to repay her kindness.
All I can do is this. Sarah of Uptime Institute thank you and I can only hope that Uptime Institute knows what a true rare jewel you are. Also I would like to thank Uptime Institute for being what I have no doubt is a truly amazing company if you can generate this kind of respect and loyalty from my husband and you employ people like Sarah.
Cathy Pace Matthews
Blood Lines 'The Curse'
When Emma finds out her father’s mother has passed away she has to make a trip back to her childhood home in Missouri. Emma’s mother had taken her and left when she was twelve years old and swore that they would never set foot on the property again after Emma’s father had died in a tragic accident. That had been twenty years ago.
Now she was back to put her grandmother’s estate in order when she hadn’t even known that her paternal grandmother was still alive until she had received the notice of her recent death. She wouldn't have returned even now if it hadn't been for a notebook left to her by her mother who died only a few weeks before her grandmother.
Emma had inherited the estate which turned out to be quite large but with it came a hundred and thirty year old curse and some unexpected and unwanted family members. Now Emma has to unravel years of secrets to find a way to break the curse so she doesn’t end up like everyone in the Rodgers’ family bloodline. Every one of the Rodgers have ended up dead, most before they even make it to adulthood and the one child from each generation that does only live into their thirties and that has always been a male child. Emma is the only female to make it to adulthood and has been on borrowed time most of her life and the payment has finally come due.
Blood Lines 'Buried Treasure'
Emma is back, but for how long? She has made a couple of enemies along the way but now there is one that has been hiding in the shadows that is bound and determined to take everything Emma has, including her life.
This is a showdown that has been coming for a very long time and it doesn’t matter that Emma had no idea that this conflict even existed. It also doesn’t help that there is more than one person that wants her dead and will do everything they can to separate Emma from what’s hers’ and making sure that she takes her last breath.
Emma’s family and friends will rally around her again but this time a past enemy who tried their best to get rid of Emma will be her biggest ally and one of the key players to help her end it. Well, when he isn’t stirring up mischief around the farm and kissing the ladies on the cheek or patting them on the bottom. The problem is, it’s a lot easier to beat the devil you know than it is trying to beat the one hiding in the shadows when you don’t even know they’re there. Could it turn out to be someone Emma knows well and has been welcomed into her home?
Blood Lines 'Family Ties'
What happens when a cousin shows up at your door late one night in the dead of winter looking as if she had seen a ghost? If you’ve seen that look before and more than once you try to help her if you’re Emma.
Christine drove to Emma’s all the way from her home in Arkansas with nothing on but her PJs and robe. She not only didn’t bother to dress but she left her purse and phone at home. She had seen something that had scared her nearly to death and whatever it was it had been dragging her next door neighbor behind it.
Since 1903 there have been people who go missing and there is no trace of them. They’re just gone. Now Emma and her family and friends will step in to try and help figure it out, but there’s a problem. The creature, whatever it is, has decided that Emma is marked to be his next victim.
A town is dying from fear as the Police department in Tiner is running out of officers to keep the people safe. They have families too and want to protect them. Business are closing, people are putting their homes up for sale, and the ones who are still there are not only afraid to go out after dark but it doesn’t look like they’re safe in broad daylight. How does it take people without anyone seeing it? No one knows how to stop it before it claims its’ next victim and with Emma on its’ list they are running out of ideas for finding answers and ways to stop this thing. This time Emma and her family and friends are up against something they can’t beat, not even her very special family members.
Journey into Nightmares
A collection of short stories for everyone.If you're going on the road, especially in any type of RV or if you have a fear of big semi-trucks, you might want to read this one in the comfort of your bedroom with the lights on. If the last is really on your 'Things That Scare the Crap Out of Me' list, you might want a companion to keep you company and keep the Boogeyman at bay.
If you love to travel the roads in a converted bus or a brand new RV these stories are sure to give you a shutter in the dark of night. You don't have to be a traveler to enjoy. For those brave souls who still want to open the cover, enjoy. May I recommend you read this book around a fire while you're camping out? Come on in and let me introduce you to some of my friends. There are those who will welcome you with open arms and some may make you run screaming into the night. A collection of short stories for the very brave especially if you love to travel, camp, own an RV, have a fear of semi-trucks, or even just sleeping alone at night.
These stories will scare you in ways that you have never been scared before. Don't look for the old tried but true here. That went out the door with this one. Horror took a sharp turn at nightmare and took the road straight to Hell.
What is apparent at first glance doesn't always show the truth. What can appear beautiful on the surface, can hide pain and horror underneath. A beautiful sunny day on your honeymoon can hide untold sorrow and death. We all chase our dreams but watch that last step. Do you want a house in the country? Remember every house holds a few secrets. Parks can be a lovely way to spend the evening but demons can hide even there.
Have you every walked into a restaurant or a bar and felt the need to leave as quickly as you got there. Did you ever stop at a rest stop and for some reason you decided not to stop. Have you ever seen something on the highway and it left goose bumps on your flesh. You get these feeling but you can’t explain why. In Nightmare Express you may get your answer to these question. There are things in this world that we don’t see. Not because we can’t see them but as humans we choose not to.
There are demons and monsters you never suspected. The things in your nightmares are real mind just refuses to see it. John is an individual that will lead you through each story and tell you why certain things happen. He will show you the stuff of your nightmares.
There are no real happy ending in this book, well maybe one. Every character you are introduced to in each of these stories has something in common with the one before them. They all share a link. They each go about their lives making choices that effect not only their lives but the lives of everyone they come into contact with. We are told from the time we are very young that we have those choices in life and it’s true, we do. We choose the path we take and ultimately it comes down to whether or not we make good decisions. Yes we all have our choices, until we die.
So come and take a ride with John and me as we take you to places so dark your mind will scream in terror. Oh don’t bother with the seat belt, where we’re going you won’t need it.
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I used to have a sense of humor. Somewhere between 2014 and now it has left me. I turned around and it was gone. I have to have lost the darn thing because God love the little darling there's no way it could have run away I don't think. Of course over the past couple of years I have developed into a real nut case. I swear all I do is sit in front of a computer rattling off about something.
Don't get me wrong I stay away from politics, religion, and news topics for fear of bringing down the hammer of ire that people spout out if you don't agree with them. I have enough self made drama to deal with without having to fend off attackers who don't like how I might feel about something. Oh occasionally something does strike me in a way I can't ignore but that's not often.
I've also developed a bit of a mean streak. A friend has put in a garden and to say they sort of over estimated their needs, come on it's just the two human residents and they put in 200 tomato plants. Now she is pulling weeds, picking, canning, and doing all that goes with that and I'm thinking up more projects for her. That she still loves me is a miracle.
I've also become a bit of a maniacal monster. I swear if I don't get burned at the stake it will only be because I outran the mob that will be chasing me. My poor husband keeps trying to lose me at different places but I always find my way back home. Gina I believe is ready to have me committed but so far I've dodged that bullet. I'm thinking about catching a steamer to a unknown destination to preserve my body. I say my body because the brain is beyond help and is on life support. I'm only waiting for someone to come in and deliver last rights and I'm not Catholic.
In the middle of all the craziness I have to maintain some semblance of rational thought, hey I have grown daughter with children and you know what that means. I don't want to scar impressionable little minds to the point they end up like me. Oh hell that boat has sailed and I was at the helm. Poor little darlings will be my disciples of mayhem and carnage if I have anything to do with it. Let's face it grandchildren are your way of getting back at your children for all the crap they put you through. Hehe.
I guess I should go willingly to that lovely little padded room I've talked about before but I like fresh air. Doesn't someone somewhere have padded rooms with fresh air. You know maybe three padded walls and one completely open to the outside. Something with a view to a lovely white sand beach and lots of attractive male orderlies who will take really good care of me. Lovely little glasses of meds with little umbrellas in them. A nice little outside space with a hammock stretched out between two lovely palm trees. I don't think I'm asking for the moon am I?
Told you the brain was gone so if you are still reading this that's on you.
Right now I'm trying to regain my sense of humor. I s know the little bastard is hiding out somewhere. Just wait until I get a hold of it again. I will make it pay for it's disloyalty.
I’ve been working on a collection of short stories by a group of amazing writers. These people managed to pull together and produce a chilling book of chilling tales.
When I first became involved with this project I wasn’t sure what would happen. These are people from all over the world and from very different backgrounds. It has made for one of the most interesting things I’ve ever done.
Among these stories you’ll find every kind of horror you can imagine. Hell I write horror and I couldn’t imagine some of them. These characters range from the supernatural to the worst of the human kind of monster. Hair raising horrific little stories that will leave you sleepless and afraid to turn off the lights.
It has been in some ways a relatively long drawn out process but in others it seems to have moved so very quickly.
I’ve been asked what I get out of all this work, besides my name on the book, along with some really great writers and a few of my stories in the book. You know that’s the funny thing. There are a few of the writers who have never been published, don’t let this scare you off because they are damn good, and it wasn’t because they have never written a thing before this. It was because they were a little scared of the whole process and I don’t blame them for that after being through it a few times. What do I get out of this? Someday I may be sitting somewhere and see where one of these names are on the New York Times Best Seller List. Knowing that in a small way I helped that happen means more to me than you could possibly ever know. Do I think that any of these people are that good? You bet your ass I do.
So I hope you will be watching for this wonderful collections we hope will be available in August.
Here is your first look at the cover and if you are wondering why there is a big question mark on the cover, well, we have to leave a few surprises now don’t we?