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  • Comment With Your Email To Get added to My List of Subscribers for My Weekly Informational Email Newsletter

    December 16th, 2021

    Would you like to be up-to-date on what is happening in the wonderful world of Louise Jackson? Then you need to comment on this post with your email. I will add you to my Weekly email list. Free of Charge.

    I don’t believe I should charge a fee at this time. If you subscribe to it now. If and when it does become monetized then you will stay free member of the email group.

    Sorry for a short post today. I just wanted to get the word out there about my new project.

    If you would like to just email me that you are interested then email me at:

    louisejackson@louisejackson2021.com

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    Thanks and as always Happy Writing and Have a good evening.

  • August 20th, 2022

  • Longing; another writing.

    July 7th, 2022

    Longing.

    I long for the day when I am free.
    Free from emotional pain.
    Free from the memories.
    Free from the nightmares.

    I long for a quiet mind.
    I long to forget.
    I long to feel love.

    My mind is so loud.
    The memories, the pain, the torture of what I have given up for the good of others and the benefit of others.

    All the faces of those who have caused me pain and I have given up, twist and morph into a monstrous and demonic entity that haunts my dreams and waking thoughts.

    I have sacrificed myself and sanity for the good of others.

    I long to be like a butterfly, emerging from my cocoon with bright new wings, new and fresh leaving my ugly past behind.

    I sometimes long for it all to end, but I can’t do it because of the pain it would cause others. My life is lived for everyone else. I don’t feel as if I have any freedom to be and do what I really want to.

    I long so much to be free of all this pain and suffering. It won’t end any time soon. I need to free myself from these torturous demons once and for all. These chains I vow to break once and for all.

    I will be free just like I long to be!

  • I feel. A writing I did last night.

    July 7th, 2022

    I Feel.

    In my head I feel alone.
    In my skin I feel out of place.
    At work I feel disconnected.
    With my family I feel like the oddball.
    With my children I feel unloved.
    In a crowd I feel forgotten.
    With the young I feel out dated.
    In my heart I feel pain.
    With my friends I feel liked for a second.
    But most of all I feel pain and alone.
    My scars run deep and no one can ever imagine what it is like.
    I fight daily to carry on.
    I wake tired.
    I wake to memories still fresh.
    I wake to constant noise in my head.
    I wake to constant longing to be accepted.
    I love for love.
    But mostly I just feel pain and loneliness everyday!

  • Foot prints in the snow.

    July 1st, 2022

    dailyprompt.page.link/PwadtCJJXTJNp2HN9

    Another writing.

  • Ghosts revenge

    June 30th, 2022

    dailyprompt.page.link/3tADnRYzTSwyRMPf8

    Another story

  • Chains

    June 29th, 2022

    dailyprompt.page.link/9H77XE7HTExZ1D1Q9

    Another piece I wrote

  • I am the chosen one.

    June 29th, 2022

    dailyprompt.page.link/cYo1LqRz2JYVjXXd6

    Here is a link to a story I just wrote.

  • My First Attempt At Poetry.

    May 30th, 2022

    My Heart.

    Her eyes like bright blue pools so light and clear,

    Now empty and lifeless, color faded to a stormy sky,

    Lips bow like and pink like petals,

    Now thin, drawn and colorless, parted as if drawing breath.

    Skin porcelain white and flawless,

    Now marked by the crimson and brown of its blood.

    My angel now gone from my sight.

    My heart is like this lifeless corpse,

    Empty, dull, colorless and broken.

    By Louise Jackson

  • Work.

    May 25th, 2022

    Tonight everything was going good I got most of my breaks out of the way and had trash done and picked up coupons and pulled my reports before all my cashiers left at 8pm. Then at 815pm it was hammer time! I had one cashier left and myself and I had to call trash for all departments and I ended up with a line of 6 people all with huge orders.

    They were looking at me like I could do something and then one lady comes to me and asks if I can open another register. I told her I was the only one there and the cashier on the register was about to leave and she just cussed me up and down and told me I was worthless and useless and I needed to get my head out of my ass and do something. I just stood there amazed. I just apologized and told her all I can do is work with what I am given. She then flipped me off and walked back to her place in line.

    I then felt it, the dull pounding in my chest and the sweat starting, she had kicked in an anxiety attack. I then had to deal with her and 3 more people bitching at me while I checked them out, so the dull thud in my chest got stronger and harder and louder in my ears, then my hands started shaking and I started to sweat more. I could feel it getting out of control and I just apologized and took a step back and took a few deep breaths. Then I heard groans and moans from the customers and them saying to get my shit together and get back to work.

    Is there no compassion in the world anymore. I obviously was having a bad time and these people just wanted to make it worse. Then my relief cashier came back and I told her to take over I had to get some fresh air. She said no problem.

    I stepped outside and it was throwing buckets of rain down. I stood in the rain for a few moments and lifted my face to the sky and asked for the strength to go back in and carry on. My heart slowed a little bit and the sweating stopped and my hands got a little calmer. Then I went and did the trash for the other departments and came back and finished off my nights work.

    Some people just don’t know what other people are going through and for them to get mad at me for taking a moment to calm my nerves down really says a lot about people. The people of this area are so rude and have absolutely no compassion and are all about themselves. It made me upset that I had allowed these ignorant people make me lose my cool and get an anxiety attack.

    I was more mad at myself than I was them, they were just being the predators they are and I acted like some weak little prey. I made a vow tonight these people are not going to get to me ever again.

    I have been doing so well with my mental health these last few months and they just set me back a cpl weeks. I suffer so badly from anxiety and sometimes I have absolutely no control over it and end up like tonight. Most times I know my triggers but tonight I was even telling myself how rude and stupid this lady was and yet it still gave me an attack. I still have a lot of work to do this just shows me how far I have come and how far I have to go. It is a long process and I don’t think I’ll ever be fully cured of this evil thing.

    Anyway have a good night and Happy Writing!

  • My Favorite.

    May 24th, 2022

    I have been interested in serial killers since I was a child and I first heard the story of Jack The Ripper. My all time favorite serial killer is Jack The Ripper closely followed by H. H. Holmes here in America.

    Why do I like these serial killers, well for one Jack was never identified and just all of a sudden stopped and to this day they are still trying to figure out who he is or was. I like Holmes because he designed and built an entire hotel that was a giant torture chamber and that takes a lot of moxie and thinking.

    I mean some people think I have an unhealthy obsession with serial killers and I have something psychologically wrong with me, but really we all have our obsessions and mine isn’t from some sick fascination, it is from one of trying to understand what makes them tick and think and do what they do.

    I mean yes there are professionals that work for the FBI that are paid to do that, and yet what they believe and what I believe is two different ideas as to what makes a serial killer. They believe they are abused as children and it is their way to lash out at the one who abused them, but several serial killers were not abused as children at all and didn’t abuse and kill animals or other kids, so how do they fit in?

    I like to research and watch all kinds of shows and radio shows and podcasts about it and I just get so interested in it. I do have a degree in criminal justice and a minor in abnormal psychology and so all of it ties together and I just really like to figure out how people and society work and think.

    It is all very interesting to me.

    Well until we meet again Happy Writing.

  • Why?

    May 21st, 2022

    When I go to the grocery store, I don’t go there with the expectation that the cashier knows all the coupons, downloads and prices of everything in the store. So, why is it that other people go to the grocery store with that expectation? I mean if a digital coupon doesn’t work or you didn’t download it right or a price is wrong why yell at the cashier in front of you? He or she has no more control over that than you do?

    Yet everyday, and it seems to be the same customers every time, they feel that yelling at the cashier and getting all loud and obnoxious will change anything or that it is within the cashiers control! Some make a point of yelling at cashiers especially if they are young kids. Why? Are you related to them in some way and feel you have the right to scream and yell and call them names that you probably wouldn’t even call your own kids?

    I am tired of this self-righteous, self-absorbed and entitled attitude that most people have these days! Why are you more entitled than someone else? If it’s your mistake own that shit instead of putting it off on someone else? This society today is so self-absorbed and has a sense of entitlement that I have no idea where it came from. I know that if my grandfather had heard me yelling at a stranger the way some of these customers yell at the cashiers these days he would smack me upside the head and make me apologize.

    Now I’m not saying it is all young people, oh no, older generations are doing it too and I know they weren’t raised that way! So what has this world come to that we as people think that just because we live and breathe we are more entitled than anyone else? Please answer this question for me because for the life of me I can’t figure out the answer and I am quite frankly getting very pissed off with people as a whole for this attitude.

    I am wanting to become a hermit and move to the countryside where there are no people and just not have to deal with it, no wonder more and more people are suffering from anxiety and depression. We don’t stop to think how our words and actions affect other people and consequently we are destroying people, whether knowing or not and let me just say if you do it knowingly then you deserve whatever karma throws your way!

    Next time you are at the store or anywhere and you start to want to scream at the cashier or another person stop and think how your words and actions are going to affect that person and you know if they don’t smile right away try asking yourself what could have happened to this person today that could make them be this way and maybe we can start to have a friendly and productive society again like it used to be in the 60’s, 70’s and 80’s.

    Thanks and Happy Writing!

  • The Price of Living!

    May 20th, 2022

    Just went to the grocery store and I was amazed at how much food has really gone up! It’s bad enough that gas is astronomical in price but now food too! It’s as if it doesn’t pay to live anymore!

    2 dozen eggs for $10.50 that’s outrageous! Makes me want to move to a small farm house in the country and raise my own chickens and grow my own vegetables! How can this make sense in anyones mind?!

    Now a grocery trip a couple months ago would have cost me maybe $25 for a week now that has gone up to $80 and it doesn’t even last a week. I work at a grocery store and I have watched as prices go up and up. I know about inflation and the law of supply and demand from my economics classes in college, but this is more than inflation and the law of supply and demand! This is insane!

    At least if food prices keep going like they are and the dollars per hour don’t go up to work then we will see a severe trimming of the waist lines of many Americans. You can’t afford to eat as much or like you did before! I know I have cut my food intake back and have lost pounds. It costs too much to be fat and eat like you could before!

    Fast food costs more and more these days too. And then there are the food shortages, what’s really going on? This war in the Ukraine is what. Put a ban on imports from Russia to teach them a lesson but who is really learning the lesson they were the biggest grain supplier for the world and now look at is we are being crippled by these bans. It’s time for the politicians to be smart!

    I know that is an oxymoron a smart politician it’s like saying military intelligence, but come on babies are starving because we don’t have the wheat and milk to produce the formula they need. How many babies need to die before they get their heads out of their asses? I don’t know it just seems like we are the ones paying not Russia during this embargo on trade with Russia.

    Anyway have a good one and Happy Writing!

  • Hold Your Breath: The Ice Dive!

    May 19th, 2022

    I just watched a very inspiring documentary about a woman who broke the world record of free diving under ice, and not just by a little, by a lot. She dove longer than the world record holding man, of 80 meters. This insanely courageous woman dove 103 meters!

    Who is this woman? Her name is Johanna Nordblad, she is from Finland and she is married and has children. She lives her life on the edge and does couraegous things all the time, and by her side the whole time and all the way is her sister! It truly is inspiring to watch someone at her age and with a family take on something so death defying.

    Most of us struggle to get up and go to work everyday, and this woman does all that and raises a family and breaks world records. She truly is an inspiring and empowering woman to watch. She did it in just a regular bathing suit and swim hat and goggles. I cringe when the water runs warm in the bathtub, let alone cold. But she makes a point of swimming in cold, and not just cold but freezing water every single day.

    I now have someone I can look up to as a woman in later years, when I start to feel like I can’t do something or when I start to think things are getting too much for me. I have never really had a strong female role model in my life, I always modeled my life after my grandfather, but to see someone in the same ager group as myself going after and doing something this amazing has truly made me see that if you want it bad enough and choose mind over matter then it can be done.

    Here lately life has been getting a little much for me and I have been thinking along my old thought patterns that the world and everyone would be better off if I wasn’t in it, things haven’t been going so well in my relationship and work just seems so boring and monotonous and I haven’t really cried over anything, not even sad movies like I usually do, and then I watch this woman and I find myself thinking how selfish and dumb I am to think my little daily problems are. I haven’t done anything at all like this or even came close to it, she could have given up when she contracted COVID, but she didn’t she pushed through and got the job done. She is a mental and physical warrior woman and I look up to her.

    Life has its difficulties, and it is all in how you look at it as to whether it brings you down or builds you up. For too long I have been wallowing in the victim mentality and I need to straighten up and take life by the horns and do something. I am a woman, and I am strong, I can do anything life throws at me. For too long now, I have been a silent witness as my mind rules everything and I overthink everything. I need to slow down and take my time and stop thinking so much and I need to just stop, breathe and be happy. I know it is easier said than done but it is all a mind set just like Johanna had to get into a mindset we all need to and especially me.

    No more putting off writing and all the other stuff that makes me happy to do a menial and boring job, no more letting others actions dictate how I think and feel. This was my personal call to arms, watching this documentary and I applaud Johanna and congratulate her on the accomplishment and I hope other women see the documentary and find it a call to arms also.

    Till next time thanks, and happy writing.

  • The French Hang a Pig!

    January 31st, 2022

    The French Hang a Pig!

                The French have given us some of the most loved things like French Fries, bagels, croissants and now they give us a piece of history that is just too funny not to writ4e about.

                I know they didn’t give us French fries, but hey it sounded good to add it in there. LOL. Anyway, back to this piece of history that I thought was just too funny to be true, I had to do some further research to see if this was true and found that it is most assuredly true. Poor old Peppa Pig! LOL No that wasn’t the name of the pig, but it was really the only pig I could think of to reference right now.

               The Trial.

    The Middle Ages was a time of upheaval in Europe, and they were on the road to covering every aspect of murder and capital punishment. Upon researching this a bit more I learned that a dog in Massachusetts was held in prison for the rest for his life after he “murdered” the Governors Wife’s Cat.

    Tax Dollars

    I guess they can use tax dollars on anything in this Country. Hmm, I can think of much better things to do than put a dog on trial for murder of a cat. I guess next we are going to start putting wild animals on trial for doing what their nature says to do. (Shaking my head)

                Anyway, back to this poor unfortunate pig.  The pig was put in clothes, given a lawyer and a jury, and put on trial. Guess the justice system was bored.

    Anyway in 1386, this poor pig was just going about its piggy business. A child got too close to his pen, and he attacked the child. The child later died of its injuries and the pig was arrested for murder. He was held in a regular prison cell like any other human prisoner would be.

                After his arrest and holding, he was then dressed and sent to court to stand trial for the murder. He was dressed appropriately, given a lawyer to defend him. (I use this term loosely, I don’t know, and it doesn’t say whether the pig was male or female, so for ease of writing I am using He and Him.) Then after standing trial in front of a jury. Now we think of this as a jury of our peers these days, but back then I don’t think they really could use a jury of their peers, or it would have consisted of roosters, cows, and pigs.

    Making Light.

    I make light, but this is silly that they would do this to a domestic animal. Even in the middle-ages. So, a jury, but if you look up juries from the middle-ages the juries were not people put there to find truth or guilt and innocence. They were out there to find in favor of the Lord, Lady, or accuser. We must only look at the Witch trials of the same era to know this to be true.

                Now, what would be a fitting punishment for a pig found guilty of murder? Well, you would think a quick trip to the butcher shop or slaughterhouse, wouldn’t you? But no, like all murderers of the time he was hung for all to see from the gallows. It doesn’t say how long he was left there to hang and what happened to him after his hanging. I am sure he then got to go to the slaughterhouse. A one-way trip that is.

              Final Thoughts. 

    Now I did make light of this. In all seriousness it is no trivial matter having a child murdered but putting a pig on trial or any other animal on trial for murder is just preposterous. But back then the beliefs and understanding of the people and court system were a lot different. I can understand why they would seek justice in this way, but on the other hand I can’t see it. I just can’t.

                Hope you liked this episode of fascinating historical facts; it won’t be long, and I will publish another one. I also like to research weird historical and pieces of knowledge. If you would like to share some of your weird facts and historical facts, then send me an email or comment and tell me. If I like it enough, I will feature it on here as an episode.

  • My Letter to The Lonely and Depressed! I Have That Pain!

    January 27th, 2022

    A Letter to The Lonely.

                I want to call attention to the lonely of this world. We are all lonely at some point in our life, but makes it worse is when you are surrounded by people or are in a relationship with someone. Here lately I have been feeling more and more lonely. I feel like I am a small boat afloat on a huge ocean with no one or land for miles around. I feel like I have no one to turn to or hear from.

                Has anyone else every felt like this? Lonely yet completely surrounded. It used to be called a malady of the mind, to feel overwhelmed with loneliness and depression when you are surrounded by people. Life is what you make it, pull yourself together, buck up! And many more unhelpful things are said to you when you are feeling like this.

    No one can tell you haw to feel but yet so many people do try to tell you how you should feel, especially when they say the worst phrase of all, “It could be worse.” Well, yes it could be worse, but why rub it in?

                Depression is a happiness killer. Loneliness even when surrounded by people and loved ones is a killer feeling and leaves the heart and body feeling empty like a black hole. Even though if you do research you will see and find out that black holes are not quite so empty, they are always sucking in the things that come too close to them, so this loneliness and depression could not leave a hole in your chest like a black hole.          

                It leaves a void, like something feels like it should be there but isn’t. It leaves a sense of longing, that you will settle for any company at all, even the bad, you don’t care, just so long as that feeling goes away. Many people find themselves turning to alcohol and rugs to make the void fill with something, anything.

                If you feel these maladies, you know what I am talking about. I feel this void today, I have been feeling it for weeks now, I have the love of a great man and a father that is awesome, but yet I feel empty inside. I feel like I have no joy, like nothing is good enough. Nothing feels like it can fill this void.

                I would give all my worldly possessions and anything I could make in the future for the small bit of reprieve from this feeling. Suicide comes to mind so many times when I feel like this, but I then think of what it would do to my boyfriend and sons and father. Yes they would miss me, but you know they would move on and get over it, I am not that big of a part of their life to make that big of and lasting impression.

                I don’t want to think like this anymore, but I just can’t get passed how it would make me feel so much better and this depression, loneliness and void would be gone. I would be free, I would not feel this emotional pain anymore.

    I want so bad to have real friends and relationships with people, but I seem to always attract the worse people to me. If someone good comes into my life I do all the wrong things and make them hate me and turn away from me.

                I am toxic, my mother is right, I am no good for anyone! What good does it do to be a part of my life? Why would anyone sully their life being attached to me, or being in my life? I am no good for anyone, I ruin everything I touch to include peoples lives and hearts.

    I need and want to feel better, I want to be better, I want to do better and I so want to have be like me and love me and want to be around me, but I always ruin that.

                Oh, well who wants to be a part of this. I am a mess. My life is a mess. I’m not successful. I am a 48-year-old, security guard with a degree and I am going nowhere! Why attach your wagon to this horse? That would be foolish!

    I am no good and deserve to be alone or even better dead! Save yourself RUN!!! Get as far away from me as you can! That’s what I want to tell people who talk to me! That’s what I want to tell my boyfriend rather suffer through my moods and our disagreements, save yourself, RUN!

  • I have decided to turn my Kindle Vella story into a book.

    January 25th, 2022

    I have decided to turn my Miss. Rose Kindle Vella Story into a book and a series. So I have now started to write a new Kindle Vella Story.

    The new story is going to be called “Demon Hunter Investigation Services.” It is the story of a young woman who is already a hereditary witch, who started off life as a child of a Satanic Cult parents. She was rescued by her grandmother and brought to the states. She has had a series of terrible things happen to her. Now she has moved, opened a store, and has been having one-night affairs.

    The last of the one-nighters turned out to be a big mistake. It was a demon, who gave her as a parting gift immortality, and powers. She now uses these new found powers which start off as a curse as a way to get back at the demon by destroying and binding all the demons she can.

    I am thinking I may turn this into a series of books, depending on how well the story goes.

  • I Repent – The Last Thoughts of A Killer. A Story.

    January 24th, 2022

    I Repent.

                As I lay here at a quarter passed 7 in the evening, I look back on my life. I have been locked up now for over 30 years. I killed my fair share of people and deserved to be where I am. Laying here strapped to this gurney awaiting the final minutes before they send that fatal dose of liquids coursing into my veins to end my life.

    I lay here watching as the guards are staring down at me with contempt, the lights are blinding in this small room. The doctor is strapping the blood pressure cuff to my left arm, he just walked to the right arm and inserted the needle.

                As I watched him swab my arm with the alcohol swab, I thought to myself the only reason they do that before inserting IV’s is to stop infection, so why are they doing it to me, they are killing me for God’s sake. What do they care if it gets infected? Not like I will be alive to get it or try to fight it off. That’s just one of the funny things I have noticed during this antiquated process.

    The doctor is asking if it hurt me? What do you care, I’m a killer is what I want to say, but if I speak these guards are going to give me one last beating before the curtains open and I am laid bar and on display for these people to watch my life force leave my body.

                The guard to my left has tormented me for the last 5 years. He loves to keep my mail from me, or to talk to me like a dog, I have some last words for him. The other guard he only works the death chamber so I don’t know him, but he is a big surely fella and I don’t want to get on his bad side, one sock from those hands and I will be in  a world of hurt, they look like Thor’s hammers at the end of the arms.

                The time on the clock says quarter till 8 now, there is the red phone sitting on these white blank walls, that is the as we death row inmates like to call it the God phone. If that rings then we have been given a reprieve. I don’t expect it to ring for me, I killed this governors niece right before I was captured 30 years ago.

    She was a cute little thing, but alas I will be going to meet my maker or my torturer for all eternity herein less than 15 minutes. Time seems to be going so slow.

                Okay it is now a little before 8 and the curtains are pulling back and I can see all of the victims family members seated, there are some reporters, there is my attorney, fat lot of good that lard ass did me, there is the District attorney, there are a couple of people I don’t know and there is my sister.

    Everyone is crying or in some form of despair. I wish they wouldn’t cry. I dispatched their loved ones quickly, not like some of the sick guys I was neighbors with who played with their prey before killing them. They didn’t suffer.

                My sister is glaring at me now, I lock eyes with her and she mouths the words she loves me. I smile at her so she knows I got the message, she has been my rock and my steadfast supporter this whole time. I am going to miss our Sunday afternoon visits, but she will be better off without me.

    My defense attorney, the lard ass, is smiling like a Cheshire cat, I made him famous, that’s all he cares about. Out of 10 life sentences and 10 death sentences, he only got a conviction on one, and he got the district attorney fired at the time for misconduct. Big Whoop! I’m still laying her in my whites waiting for that liquid relief.

                Ok it is 8 o’clock my heart is picking up speed now, I can tell by the hastening beeps on the machine. The doctor looks at the warden who  is now in the room giving his speech. I can imagine the guy pushing the button is just itching to hit it. The warden is telling everyone it is my time to say a few last words.

                “I just want to tell you, I am not innocent and I did do all that I said I did. To my sister I love you and will miss you. The victims’ families I am sorry for your loss. The guard to my lefts wife, I suggest you check into his over time hours, he is cheating on you with a fellow guard. Finally, I say I repent of my sins and I go to my maker or tormentor knowing that I have done my time and I go willing into the afterlife.” Then I lay my head back and close my eyes.

                I can feel the sting of the liquid as it first hits my vein, they said it would burn, but this is like fire going into my arm. The beeps are slowing now, and I can feel a falling sensation. Guess I am succumbing to the poisons coursing through my veins. Opening my eyes, I am looking down on my body, it looks so peaceful and like it is sleeping laying there. The doctor just finished announcing my death. Ok I guess its official, but why am I still here, why haven’t I gone anywhere?

                I can hear the roar of the triumphant crowds outside, they are happy I am dead. Reminds me of what happened in the medieval Europe at the killings that were put on for all to see. Or at least I guess that is what it would have been like. My sister is sobbing into her Kleenex, and walking out of the room. The  families of my victims are filing out of the room and the curtains are closing.

                Why am I still here? Take me away who ever is coming for my soul? Or is this a sign I have no soul and I am forced to live out my eternity in limbo? I guess if I am to stick around me and that tormenting guard are going to have some pleasant nights.

  • The Killer Speaks to Me

    January 17th, 2022

    Well, now I have been so busy writing my story “The Killer Speaks to Me” that I have totally forgotten all about my blog. I have also been job hunting because the one I am at now, although it allows me the time to write my Stories and books, it comes with a lot of stress, and I am having trouble with my health from this.

    I have decided I am going to find another form of employment where I do not have to deal with other employees, and I am not the boss. I have so far found that I can make as many if not more delivering packages as a courier out of my own car, so I am going that route right now.

    I have also got three more parts to my story the Killer Speaks to Me and I will be able to refine it, edit it, and make it into a novel. I have found what sort of genre and story I love to write. Writing these crime mysteries is very enjoyable. I was going to try and write a Romance novel, but I just do not feel like I can manage that type of writing. I’ve never been romantic and have never experienced romance or read that many romance novels. I guess I am too cynical for romance. LOL.

    I may add a little bit of romance into my crime mysteries, but I am not going to try to write a full-on Romance novel just yet. I know that I will not have as much time to write as I do now, but I will make do with my time off.

    I am looking forward to the new experience and the weight loss that will come from lifting and moving a whole lot more. Last time I had an active job I managed to lose 40lbs, so I am hoping this will happen again.

    I have a job interview tomorrow morning to be a ticket counter sales and customer service rep at Cincinnati Airport, but I am not really looking so much to trying that job. I will have to deal with customers and other employees. I would rather work by myself.

    Well, my chest is starting to hurt with anxiety and thought of the interview so I will end here. I would add the next excerpt from my story, but I have written so much since my last blog post, so I will not add it here, but I am very proud of this story and do hope that it starts to get reads soon.

  • Kindle Vella Episode Two: The Killing of the Small Ones Part Two

    December 27th, 2021

    Th Killing of the Small Ones: Part Two

    The Killing of the Small Ones: Part Two

    Rose took the newly made key from Henry and told him she was in his debt, for being so fast and coming at such a late hour. Henry tipped his hat and picked up his tools and walked out of the station. “Now, constable I know you are going to want a copy of this key, so I will have one made on my way to work in the morning as I would much rather, I keep this one.” The constable smiled and told her that would be fine with him, and he would tell the desk sergeant in the morning of the plan. Rose nodded and walked out of the station.

    She had a headache and couldn’t put her finger on just where the pain was or why, it just a stabbing pain in her whole head. She needed to get home and take one of her herbal remedies for pain and quick before this turned into one of her migraines and she was out of commission for the next couple of days, what good would she be then. Susan couldn’t solve this case by herself, and it seemed like they had a person trying desperately for this case not to get solved.

    The next morning Rose felt a little groggy after all she had tossed and turned all night, there was a nagging thought she just couldn’t put her finger on in her mind and the pain in her head just was not going away. She was going to have to make an appointment to see her doctor if it didn’t go away by mid-

    morning. She went down to the local hardware store and had two copies of the key made from the night before, and then went on to the station. She handed one copy of the key to the desk sergeant who was waiting for it and the other to Susan. “My you look awful Rose, is everything ok?” Rose rubbed her fingers on her temple and grimaced with the pain, “I am fine I just have one of my migraines starting. I’ll be fine once I busy myself with this case.”

    She stepped into the office and looked at their hard work tossed all over the office and all their notes strewn here there and everywhere. “Arghh, how can this be, I had this office locked up tight all night!” She whirled around, angry now, and stormed over to the desk sergeant’s desk. “Who on earth would do thing to my work and office?! Do you have cameras to see who could possibly have done this?”

    “Now hold on Miss. Rose, what are you talking about?” The desk sergeant looked totally lost and perplexed by the way she was acting. “My office that’s what I’m talking about. It looks like some one let a whirlwind loose in there!” Rose pointed in the direction of her office. The desk sergeant got up from his papers and walked to the office, “Oh, my, who would and could have done such a thing!” He turned from the destruction and looked at Rose, “Don’t worry miss Rose, I will get to the bottom

    of this. Do you want one of the constables to help you clean the mess up?” She shook her head and told him she was sorry for yelling but it had taken them a lot of time to come up with what system they had and to organize everything. He told her he would check cameras and then come to her with any knowledge.

    Rose thanked the sergeant and then went into the room, she turned the chair right side up and plopped herself down in it, holding her hands to her head and leaning her elbows on her knees. “Why Susan why? Why on earth would someone want to set us back a day of work like this?” Susan came up to Rose and placed her hand on her shoulder and stooped down to face her, “I don’t know Rose, but I am sure we will have answers soon.” They then began busying themselves with cleaning up the mess.

    They took a lot less time to clean and rearrange things than they had at first. Thanks to a good working relationship between Rose and Susan and the system they had come up with. “Now, let’s see if anything is amiss, or missing.” They then spent the next hour going through their notes and cross-referencing them with what they had and sure enough there were some notes and evidence missing again. “Susan I am beginning to think someone does not want this case to be closed.” Susan nodded in agreement, “I think so too Rose.”

    They were drinking their tea and sandwiches for lunch wh

  • I Know I Have Been Absent For A Week, But I Am Back And Here is What I have Been Working On…

    December 27th, 2021

    I started a new Kindle Vella story: The Killer Speaks To Me

    Episode one:

    The Killing of the Small Ones Part One.

    “Good morning, Rose.” The inspector tipped his fingers to his temple in a sort of salute. “Good morning, Inspector. How can I help you this fine morning?” Rose smiled with her warm and inviting smile. The inspector pulled the small notepad out of his jacket pocket. He also pulled out a pen. Detective Inspector then smiled at Rose and asked her if she had a few moments to spare from drafting her latest book. She invited him into the small cottage and offered him a cup of tea. They sat in the parlor of the cottage sipping their tea then the Inspector began to speak.

    “Now Miss. Rose, I know you write mysteries for a living, and you are exceptionally good at deducing the killer and their motives. I was wondering if you would help me clean up some of my cold cases and on a trial basis of course, so the younger detectives don’t think you are stepping on their toes, as a consultant to me for any future crimes.” Rose put a hand on her chest and took a deep breath and smiled, “I would love to my dear inspector.”

    He smiled and shook her hand and then as if to remember he was talking to a young lady he took her hand and kissed her on the knuckles. “Thank you, Miss., Rose, I am in your debt. If you come to the station this afternoon, we will talk about wages and get started on your first case.” He tipped his fingers to his temple again and walked out of the cottage.

    Rose was all a glow with excitement, it was one thing to write about murder mysteries and yet quite another to be working on them with the inspector, who she did think was very handsome for a middle-aged man. She smiled and put the back of her hand to her lips, “I must tell my mate Susan. She will be quite happy, maybe she will even help me.” She finished off her cup of tea which by now was getting cold, and then she picked up her cell phone and dialed Susan’s number.

    Rose went about her daily chores around the house, she was too excited to try and sit at her small bay window and write. For now, she thought she would put her writing on hold. She would have more than enough to keep herself occupied for the next few days or weeks she was sure, and she would even incorporate the cases she would be working on into her stories. She needed some fresh ideas. She busied herself with cleaning up her office instead of sitting to write like she usually did.

    At half past one in the afternoon Rose was seated in the small office the Inspector had set aside for her and her mate Susan. The Inspector came back in with a couple of mugs of tea and some case files for the ladies to look at. “Now, ignore all the stares from the young men they aren’t used to a couple of nice ladies working as consultants. I have brought you the two oldest cases in the cold case files to start with.

    If you have a need for anything my number is right, there and my office is just over there. He pointed over his left shoulder towards the corner office across from theirs. “Thank you kindly Inspector, I am sure if the files are as thorough as you and your men are then we shan’t be needing anything any time soon.”

    She smiled then took a sip of her tea, her lipstick came off the rim of the mug, and she picked up a tissue and wiped it away. She lowered the mug and picked up the two files. One was marked “The lady on Market Street” and the other was called “The killing of the small ones.” She handed the Market Street file to Susan and had her look over it and then she picked up the large file marked the small ones.

    She opened the file to see several pictures and some reports and codes to the lock boxes with the evidence in them. She also saw lists of evidence that they found and maps and drawings from sketch artists, she also saw several different artist sketches from eyewitnesses of several men and a woman. “Susan, what do you think of that case?” She looked up and was hoping that Susan found it boring and not worthwhile doing for their first case.

    “Well, it is pretty much straight forward to me as to who did this based on the pictures and the evidence they found at the scene, what about yours?” Rose smiled and looked over at Susan and then handed her the file in front of her. “Well, Susan, I think this would be the perfect case to start with.” She handed her some of the case file for her to read.

    “Oh, Yes, quite, we need to bring closure to these poor families. Has it really been 30 years since this case was opened?” Rose lowered her eyes sadly, “It would seem so, so where in that case should we start?” They pulled their chairs together on the far wall of the office and started pulling the case files apart and marking important parts of the case. They taped the pictures on the wall with descriptions of what they were and who they were on the wall, and they grouped the evidence for each under them.

    After three hours they were deep in discussion with each other over one piece of evidence and who belonged to out of the victims when Inspector Black came in. “Ladies, how is everything going here? Do you want a cup of tea or something? I’m heading to the chippie on the corner if you want something for dinner. I’m buying as a thank you for taking those cases on.” The ladies looked at one another and smiled. “Why sure Inspector we would love some, is it that late already?” He looked at his pocket watch, “Why yes, it is now half past five, have you not looked at the clock?”

    They looked at each other puzzled that time had gotten away from them like that, “Why no Inspector, we were quite caught up in this case and dissecting it, so we could make sense of it.” They pointed at the wall with all the pictures etc. on them and the inspector looked to where they were pointing and looked quite taken aback by how much they had done already.

    “My, My, you ladies have been busy, you did all that in less than four hours? I am impressed. You work faster than most of my detectives.” He chuckled to himself. “OK, ladies I will be back shortly with some hot food and fresh cups of tea.” “Okie Dokie Inspector.” The ladies turned back to the wall in unison.

    This is a short excerpt from my first episode.

  • I Am In The Process Of Writing A New Kindle Vella Story: The Killer In Me….

    December 17th, 2021

    New Kindle Vella Story.

    I am in the process of writing an ongoing story in Kindle Vella on Amazon called “The Killer In Me…” It is the story of a woman who has the killer in her awakened by a traumatic experience. It shows the progression from non-violent shy and quiet woman to full blown killer. The woman is on a killing spree and isn’t caught. Rose kills more than a few people.

    She is a college teaching assistant in the forensic psychology department. Rose is an intern in the FBI’s forensic psychology teams lab. They are creating a profile of serial killers. The team she is working on has her murders come across their desk and they are tasked with profiling the killer. This will be fun she thinks.

    Rose enjoys the teams being stumped by her killings. They come up with a totally wrong profile. In the end she is sitting on a beach in Florida. Smiling and drinking a tequila sunrise basking in her joy.

    In Conclusion

    I am going to enjoy writing this and finishing my romance novel.

    I also will be putting my weekly email out this evening, so if you would like a copy of it then email me or comment on this email. Send me your email and I will email it to you.

    As always Happy Writing and have a Great Weekend.

  • My Books Are Available on Amazon, I Have Been Busy

    December 14th, 2021

    My Christmas Books Are Also on Amazon Now.

    Well, I now have two books for Children for Christmas. One is called “The Elf Who Laughed at Santa.” and the other is called “Learn the ABC’s With Santa.”

    I am immensely proud of my two new books. Because I haven’t written any children’s books since I was in my teens.

    My Romance Book.

    I am also in the process of trying to write my first Romance book. I’ve haven’t been very romantic myself, so this is going to be a definite challenge for me. I am graciously accepting this challenge.

    My book is called “When I Think of You.” It is about a coma patient that is sung to and read to and kept company by an orderly.

    When she awakens, she asks for, and wants to know where the man with the soft voice and singing voice is.

    She has amnesia and doesn’t know who she is or where she is from. When she is released, she still doesn’t know who and where she is.

    So, the orderly who has by now fallen in love with her. The orderly offers her to come and stay with him while she goes through therapy and tries to remember who she is and where she is from.

    A while goes by and she slowly learns who she is and that she is an influencer on Instagram and YouTube, and lives and is extraordinarily successful in LA, so she packs up and leaves for LA. Leaving the orderly crushed in Kansas.

    After a while of being back in LA, she realizes she misses the small Kansas town. She also misses the orderly and moves back to be with him. They fall in love and live happily ever after. Jessica continues her career from the small town as it is all online. He continues to help his coma patients.

    Challenging Myself Why?

    I am challenging myself to write this because I do not have any ideas that come to me for horror or mystery/thriller stories but this and one more have come to me repeatedly. Writing it will get it out of my head and stop it from taking up space and driving me nuts until I write it.

    Stories that are in my head and want me to write them do that, is there anyone else who has this happen?

    Find My Books Here:

    To find my new books follow this link;

    The Elf Who Laughed at Santa: Jackson, Louise: 9798782681500: Find My Amazon.com: Books

    Amazon.com: Learn Your ABC’s With Santa: 9798783219948: Jackson, Louise: Books

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  • weekly newsletter

    December 13th, 2021

    My weekly newsletter has been delayed, but i will be putting it out asap! I am hoping to put it out by this evening and then i will have another issue out by Saturday this week so this week is a two for one.

  • Have You Ever Wondered How Your Tax Dollars Are Spent? Interesting Studies Funded by Your Tax Dollars.

    December 7th, 2021

    Have you ever wondered just how your tax dollars are spent?

    Well, I have found some interesting ways our tax dollars being spent. One way I found interesting is a study that amounted to the tune of $1.2 million dollars. It was a study done to find out how well a fish would run on a treadmill. Sound like hocus and a whole bunch of hooey? I thought so too until I did a little bit of research into this and other ways our tax dollars are being spent.

    It turns out as one might imagine that a fish needs oxygen to exercise and if you take the fish out of the bowl of water it cannot function and needs more of that oxygen. Who would have thought? A fish needing oxygen from water. NO? Really? They needed a study funded by the government to find this information out. I could have told them for free that, that information was true and saved the government $1.2 million dollars.

    This groundbreaking and informative study was conducted at the National Science Center. It studied the endurance of a mudskipper fish on a treadmill. The study made use of the fish’s ability to live out of water for an extended period of time. Scientists placed the fish on a terrestrial treadmill enclosed in an atmospheric chamber. The fish were given one minute to acclimate to the treadmill environment, then it was set to a speed of 5.5 centimeters per second. This is about 2 inches per second.

    It was called a bluegill experiment. It involved placing bluegill fish in tanks of water with treadmill-like swim tunnels to observe how they swim under various conditions. The scientists collected 100 fish from different environments for the analysis.

    The conclusion so far, because of course they aren’t finished with the experiment, they still have more money they need to waste, is that if you exercise a fish, it needs more oxygen, and if you take a fish out of water, it is significantly harder for it to get that needed oxygen.

    So, I think I am in the wrong profession. I need to be a scientist so I can waste more of the tax payers hard earned money on needless experiments like seeing if a fish can run on a treadmill, or find that it needs oxygen to do this and if you take it out of water that is impaired. Really? What scientists honestly think this is a needed and worthwhile study, I would love to meet these scientists and ask them what they were thinking and why they think this is a necessary spending of hard earned tax payer money.

    WOW, I’m speechless and if you knew me, you would know that is a pretty hard thing to make me feel and be.

    Anyway I thought I would share this interesting piece of knowledge and as always Happy Writing and have a good evening. See you tomorrow.

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