Last week we lost my husband’s aunt. She was an amazing woman who lived her life her way doing her thing. Intelligent, independent, tough as nails lady who stood maybe a little over five feet tall in her stocking feet and maybe weighed all of 85 pounds. She was the last connection to my husband’s past because she was the last of my husband’s father’s siblings. What goes with her is a lot of the family history leaving my husband with a vast store of knowledge that I hope he will put to paper soon. While attending this amazing lady’s funeral I had something happen that even my husband found a little strange and a bit creepy, I guess. For those of you who have read ‘Blood Lines The Curse,’ you’ll understand shortly.
This extremely lovely older lady walked up to him and asked him if he was Louis Matthews Jr. Of course he is, and with only a few sentences exchanged between them he called me over to meet her. As I have said before, a lot of the stories Buddy has told me over the years helped inspire ‘The Blood Lines Series’ and all these stories are near and dear to me. This lady however was special. There was a couple of people that anytime Buddy talked about them reached out and grabbed my heart in a way I can never explain. There were things that he never could answer about these two individuals so no matter how many times I asked there was a limit to what he knew.
That’s where this lovely woman turns the funeral into something I never expected and left me in tears. This special lady was a descendant of the family these two people came from. She handed me a piece of paper and written on it on was not only her linage but also the linage of the two people I’m talking about. You see they were her relatives. She told me she didn’t know why she felt she had to do this or why she had to come to the viewing, but she knew she did.
So just like Emma met Sue in the church in my book ‘Blood Lines The Curse,’ who helped Emma learn a little of her past through the life of this woman I met this lovely lady in this chapel Saturday who gave me some of the answers I had been looking for. Yes, I cried, I have tears rolling down my cheeks now. Like Emma in my book I was given a gift that goes so far beyond anything you can imagine.
I told this lovely lady I would be writing this, but I would respect her privacy and the privacy of her family so there will be no names given here. I can only tell you that I will cherish that piece of paper she handed to me and know that in writing that book I did the right thing.
So, to this lovely lady, thank you, and God bless you for what you did.
I’ve had a busy couple of weeks. I spent months trying to find the car I really wanted. When I say the car I really wanted; I’m talking make, model, year, and all the little features I wanted on this car. Yes, I’m that damn picky. To be honest, it took almost a year to find the car. There weren’t that many made and damn few of them were shipped to the US and I literally looked all over the US to find this one.
A couple of weeks ago I found the car, went through everything you go through to buy a car, drove over two hundred miles to meet someone who drove my car over four hundred miles to meet me and get the papers signed and me take possession of my darling new baby, yes it is my baby and if you don’t believe me, ask my husband. Came close to losing it before I ever got it home because I ended up having to take a detour to get home that I wasn’t expecting that landed me in the middle of a tornado. That was fun. Oh, the reason for the detour, a forest fire.
I finally I got her home safe and sound and my only problem with it now is trying to keep one of my girls from trying to take it from me. I’ve also got a four-year-old grandson who wouldn’t be above taking the keys to the thing and running off in it should he get the chance. Yes, he is that smart and you have to watch that little munchkin because he is quite ingenious. At times scary.
I haven’t had a lot of time to enjoy my new acquisition because this past week hasn’t exactly been an easy one. That’s another story and doesn’t belong here. It is forthcoming but, not here and not now.
Anyway, tornado and forest fire aside, I have my car and I will let the following picture speak for itself.
Most of us have heard of the old Route 66. Some of us may have even traveled on it. There’s actually still some small piece of the original sections scattered here and there running alongside the newer highways. That’s the thing, the newer highways. Route 66 isn’t the only old highway that has gone in the same direction, into oblivion. The newer roads may even carry the name of the old route, but it isn’t the same.
A lot of you may ask what’s the big deal. Well here’s the big deal. Just like Old Route 66 went the way of history so did a lot of businesses. It didn’t stop there either. You can bet people lost their homes and land if they were sitting in the way of that new highway. It’s called immanent domain and the people who were sitting in the way when someone in the government decided they wanted their property lost their homes.
Why am I bringing this up now? Yesterday I traveled down one of those roads. Highway 64 that runs along the southern part of the state of Tennessee. I’ve made that trip many times. At one time one of the most interesting trips across this state. There were all these neat old places scattered along its sides that made that trip an adventure. It wasn’t just the businesses either. It was the beautiful little homes that sat along the sides of parts of the highway. You see a lot of that road ran between two little ridges, so people had built these little homes, many sitting along a small stream that was just great to see.
The businesses are slowly disappearing, most have already given up the ghost. One in particular broke my heart.
Oh well progress is, what it is, and I guess running along an up and down rock wall lined, four-lane, highway at 80 or 90 miles an hour is far more important. Don’t get me wrong, the speed limit on that highway is 65 but finding people running along it at that speed is pretty much a rarity, even in hurricane strength winds and sheets of rain that totally blind you. Yes, it was that bad yesterday.
Anyway, to the history of that great old road, I salute you and for a while there will be a few of us still left who will remember what you once were. Now you’re just another big ribbon of asphalt.
For those of you who have read Nightmare Express you’ve seen the cover of the book. It features a black semi. I wondered what made me go with that idea and finally it hit me the other day while looking at that book cover. A black semi was the cause of one of the scariest nights of my life.
Years ago, while making a trip to Florida with my baby daughter and my mom we had made it to the panhandle of Florida and Interstate 10. We rain into a storm that was enough to make anyone nervous, but things got worse and I’m not talking about just the storm.
I made the mistake evidently of going around a black semi. It was creeping along, and I do mean creeping, so I went around it. I didn’t do anything aggressive, or at least I don’t think I did. Remember, I still had my baby, who at the time was about thirteen months old, and my mom in the car with me. I’m not stupid and I have always taken being a mom seriously. The thing is, the driver of that truck evidently didn’t like it when I went around him.
Next thing I know that ass was on my ass. He was so close that if I had stepped on my brakes for any reason you could have kissed mine, my mom’s, and most importantly my daughter’s asses goodbye. Yes, he was that close. I thought he was going to simply go around me but that wasn’t the case, he simply stayed on my butt. I put up with this for miles before I decided to speed up in spite of the storm which had gotten worse. He stayed with me. I finally moved over into the other lane, the one where you usually go around someone, and quickly slowed down so he had to pass me. Afterward I got back in the outside lane and stayed there. Now it was also night so that only made things worse as for as the conditions regarding driving. Anyway, I now thought I was OK as for as the situation was concerned. It wasn’t. I passed an exit and sure enough there was that truck sitting on the off ramp, yes it was the same one, and when I passed, he pulled out behind me again. He didn’t run right up on me again, but he stayed behind me. If I sped up any, so did he, if I slowed down, again he did the same. By this time the storm had gotten worse.
I finally decided to take a chance and the next overpass I came to I pulled in under it hoping the storm and the semi would pass us. Neither did unfortunately. The truck pulled over less than fifty feet behind me and sat there. True it could have been the storm that cause him to pull over, but it wasn’t. In spite of the storm I pulled out back into the downpour because my mom was beginning to panic over the truck. She was starting to get Gina upset, who had been angel through this whole trip. The truck pulled out and started following me again. This time he began to pull up closer on my rear as he had before. I was done.
I waited until he was close enough to me so that he couldn’t anticipate and do what I was about to do and once he was close enough, the first exit I came to I swerved at the last minute, no blinkers and no brakes, and took that exit. Yes, I took a chance but at the time I honestly felt it was the only one I had. The sound of that air horn followed me as I made it up to the road I had exited onto. I had no idea where I was, but I managed to figure it out. We managed to make it to our destinations without further incident. The one thing I didn’t do was get back on Interstate 10 that night. Yes, I was a little later getting to where I was going, and by the time I got there the family members we were going to visit were concerned but we got there.
I don’t know what was going through the mind of that truck driver that night, but I know he was up to no good. Don’t get me wrong. The vast majority of the people who drive those things, are good decent people, but like everything else, there are bad apples in every barrel and that bad apple contributed to the most terrifying night of my life. Not only did he put my life at risk that night but the lives of the two people I loved most in the world.
A couple of weeks ago I managed to tare a cornea in my right eye. How this happened I have no clue but let me tell you, it hurt. The other thing it did was make me feel like something out of one of my stories.
I spent almost ten days in the dark creeping around the house avoiding the light. At times I honestly had the urge to walk around doing crazy poses like you see in the movies but that would have required me getting close to some form of illumination. Not happening.
If I ever had the urge to destroy my expensive phone it was during that time. Every time it rang was bad enough but come on people, you want to send me a text message right now? I would have to hold the damn thing sideways to attempt to read the damn thing and as for answering those torturous little messages I’m still not sure what I may have responded with because that was done sideways as well. Hell, I may have threatened people without meaning to, OK maybe I did under the circumstances, but I certainly wouldn’t have put in writing. I’m not that stupid. It is far more likely that what I typed came out looking like some form of gibberish, but I haven’t had the inclination to go back and look. No one seems to be mad at me so maybe I didn’t end up insulting anyone.
Then there is my writing and or doing anything on my laptop. I turned down the brightness as far as I could and still see it and even then, I couldn’t handle the light. Actually, the brightness on my laptop is still turned down and I continue to have trouble being on the damn thing very long.
The one good thing was that they now have eye band-aides. Yeah, that’s what I said. It is like a contact, but it is simply to protect your eye while it heals so it doesn’t make you blow your brains out. I loved it. I could at least blink without wanting to reach up and rip my eye out. If you’ve never torn a cornea you won’t understand that but if you have, you will.
So, I am on the mend, I think. I can at least blink now without the contact band-aide, but I still feel a little rubbing sensation at the outside corner of my eye. I think I need one of those collars they put on dogs because I want to rub that eye constantly and constantly having to stop myself.
I’ve had this happen before, but I know how that one happened. I got slapped in the eye with a limb from a nasty bush while trying to do something nice for a friend. Boy that sounded awful, doing something for a friend in a bush. I was helping trim the damn things and nothing else, the bush that is.
Anyway, I am better, and I can now at least tolerate the light more. Oh, the real insult to the injury was I lost my good sunglasses right at that time. Try tearing your house apart in the dark for a couple of days looking for your prescription sunglasses instead of having to wear the pair you would with contacts which meant if I did leave the house, I left it totally blind. Thank God I didn’t have to do any driving during that time.
, We all have one. The places we grew up, where we went to school, the good times and the bad. There’s a place on facebook dedicated to the area of the town I grew up in. It’s funny to see what gets posted there now, not funny ha-ha, but funny in that way that reminds you of what it was like to be a child.
I can remember all kinds of events from my childhood in that area, but names and faces, not so much. I see things posted that I remember, but I don’t remember the people. That’s kind of sad to me. Of course, I’m also old. That could account for a lot of not remembering the people, but it still doesn’t keep it from bothering me.
I remember some of the trouble I got into. I remember the goose egg knot on my head when I had an accident on my brother’s bike. My oldest brother decided he would teach me how to ride the thing, boy did he get into trouble for that one. My dad was extremely old fashion when it came to his daughter. Boys rode bikes, not girls. The flip side of that was I got away with more than my brothers did when it came to my dad. My mom, nope.
I do remember a couple of the kids I hung out with. There were a couple of sisters, one was named Lynn but the younger sister, don’t have a clue what her name was. They had a cousin who was a few years younger than us, but I ended up hanging with her after we got older for a while. When I say older, I mean after we were both in our twenties it didn’t make that much difference. Everything is relative.
We all grew up, or at least most of us did. Most of us got older, a lot older. Some didn’t. Most of us went on to lead reasonably normal productive lives, some of us didn’t.
The nice thing about childhood is we are often sheltered from the worst the world has to offer, but as we get older, that changes. There are things from my teen years on up that left devastating scars on my psyche. Things we experience, things we see, things we do, they can all leave an indelible mark on our soul that nothing can remove. These are also the things that make us who we are, good or bad.
Whatever you have experienced in life it is up to you to make your path. It is up to you which one you’ll take. Try not to take the wrong one.
Seriously, I want to know. I’m sitting here wondering how it is that we as human beings don’t go completely bat-shit crazy and lose it.
Look, I’m a fairly intelligent woman even for my years, yes I’m old so get over it, yet almost anything we need, want, or have to do, comes with a set of instructions that I wonder what alien from another planet composes them. I mean, you stuff the square peg in the round hole then turn the round hole upside down and fill it with the enclosed liquid with one hand that is safety locked so you can’t open it while you run around your front yard naked in sub-zero weather. This must all be done during a full moon during a moonless night and don’t let the enclosed four-pound ball roll off your head which must be placed there before you open the original packaging. Say what? And that’s if you just want to take a fucking pill. You want to try and get something major done Lord help you.
At some point people are going to start actually losing it and Heaven help the poor nut jobs who come up with these instructions, because there is going to be a mass murder take place. Actually, I can’t even feel sorry for them because I honestly believe they sit around trying to come up with ways to screw with our heads. This kind of bull-crap is true of almost anything we go to put our hand on or try to do.
Tried putting together a kid’s toy lately? I would be willing to bet I could get for simpler instructions for building a, well I won’t say what here because it might make someone nervous, than the instruction for putting together that bike.
Now here is where it gets worse, yes it does get worse, try going through a contact button on almost anything you have a problem with on the internet. Have you done it lately? If you have, think about it a minute. You don’t just get to go and them supply a simple space for you to type in your problem, issue, or whatever. No, they give you a list of things to choose from that doesn’t even come close to what you need and if you do manage to convey your message you might get a response back really quick that states, we will contact you in less than 48 hours. Hey guys, that bike I just put together exploded and my kid is stuck up in a tree now.
And if you have to make a phone call, God bless you. I will tell you now that it has been nice knowing you because by the time you get past the electronic receptionist and all the bull-crap she or he puts you through you’ll be a skeleton with cobwebs hanging from your bones. Customer service should be renamed ‘It Ain’t Happening Sucker.’
So, I ask again, when is homicide justifiable?
Seriously what do you read? I’ve been doing some research, looking at what seems to be the most popular for women, and what seems to come up is, Ok I’ll say it, ridiculous.
The books listed on the web that women should read have something to do with being women. Be it about being a mother, the inner thoughts of a woman, the dark thoughts of a woman, the issues that women face of other races, losing a partner, or just being a woman.
Do we read other things? Of course, we do. The problem is we tend to be static in our reading. What fascinates me are grown women who will pick up books intended for a much younger group. The reason for this mostly is that we don’t think there are books out there for women our age. Most women don’t like horror, science fiction, or gruesome far, or at least that’s what we’re led to believe. There are also few women who write in those genres because again we’re led to believe women just aren’t into that sort of thing.
Ladies I can tell you that I know a few female authors who can scare the pants of you, and you won’t find one vampire, werewolf, or zombie in the bunch. Try D. K. Mason, that’s one crazy lady when it comes to writing and she takes no prisoners. Kenya Moss-Dyme reaches across many genres and she damn good, and that includes her horror stories. There’s one young lady working on a book that when finished will take the gore and creepy level beyond anything a man has ever done. I know I wouldn’t spend the night in the same house with her. Love her to death but she scares the crap out of me.
Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t just the horror genre that’s taking a hit when it come to women who write, especially independent authors. There are women who do romance, erotic, and fantasy who are being held back because they’re women and independent.
I know women read, but generally when I hear someone talk about what the ladies are reading it comes back to a few certain books and that about it. I know differently, but no one talks about much of the other authors and their books which doesn’t help them. How many of you who are reading this have recommended me to someone else, if you liked it? What about Jane Doe, author, that did that awesome book about those two people falling in love? Did you recommend her to a friend?
Writing has been dominated by men for centuries, yet some of the greatest classics were written by women. Remember Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Frankenstein, and others too numerous to mention? One of the greatest fantasy/science fiction authors of all times was Anne McCaffrey. How many of you have heard of her? How many of you have read her? I bet you know who J. R. R. Tolkien is though?
Do you realize a woman using her whole name is more often than not a nail in the coffin of her writing career? The next time you pick up a book with the initials of the author in front of the last name check out to see if it is a man or a woman. There’s one in particular I could mention, but I won’t, and yes, I have read the entire series and loved it.
For those of you guys who have bothered to read this, you think about it too. I get that you might not be interested in a romance novel, at least you won’t admit it out loud, but the mind of a woman can be just as dark and scary as any man. Actually, in some cases, I think we can be darker. Don’t believe me? I tell you what. Si9t down with your partner and ask her if for some reason she were going to knock you off, how would she do it? The first response you’ll probably get is; what the hell is wrong with you but watch her expression. She’s thinking about it right at that moment. Even if she’s never considered it before I promise she’s thinking about it now. ‘How would I knock him off?’ Don’t be surprised if she come back to you in a couple of days and give you an answer. Whether or not it will be a good one, you’ll have to wait and see. If she doesn’t come back with an answer, you might should get a little worried. I’ve got several stories where the wife knocks off the husband, no I’m not considering knocking mine off. He’s my greatest muse, and I happen to honestly love the man. Go figure. Have you read the story about him almost giving me a heart attack? I promise that’s not the only time. Wait, maybe I should be worried.
Anyway ladies, if you do find a relatively unknown writer that you like, female or male, spread the word. Guys as least do it for the guys, since it’s not likely that you’ll admit you read something by a woman. Yes William, my dear sweet man, I know you are an exception to the rule.
I got this idea to use some of my short stories as a way to reach readers on Smashwords and am thinking about taking it to Amazon.
The point in this is to also introduce new readers to my novels. I don’t know if it will work but the short stories are being downloaded by people so at least they are looking at them. I have to assume that since more than one is being down-loaded they must be reading some of them. I’m also not only on the featured new release list in horror but have knocked the person who has been holding it for some time out of the first-place spot. Go me. I would also like to say I’m sorry to the person who now is holding second but, to be honest, I can’t.
I have listed all these shorts with an excerpt from my novels hoping this will pull new readers to my novels, I hate using that word novel, but in this case it’s a must.
I hope those of you who have read some of my work will take a look at these new uploads on Smashwords and download them. Some of you may have read a few but regardless you should check out Clean Revenge. You won’t know whether to be creeped out or amused I promise.
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