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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?
I hadn’t either until I was browsing around on the web looking for story ideas and fascinating facts in history. I came upon an article about how a professor and his research assistant turned a cat who was a live and stayed so, into a telephone of sorts. Here is how it went…
Professor Ernest Glen Wever and his assistant Charles William Bray while working on learning how the auditory nerve transmits and uses sound waves decided to use the a cat to test out some of their experiments. This was 1929 so animal right’s activists weren’t very active. They took a cat, heavily sedated it, drilled a hole in its skull, attached a telephone wire to the auditory nerve and the other end to a telephone receiver. Then while Wever held the receiver in a sound proof room 50 feet away, Bray would speak into the cats ear and the sounds and words would come through loud and clear on the receiver. They made many modifications to this experiment and tried differentiating the blood flow to different parts of the brain and hooking up the wire to different parts of the brain, but only while the wire was attached to the auditory nerve did the words come through. They found that the louder the sound the higher the frequency. This experimentation led to many technological breakthroughs. Wever learned that people with musical talent made better sonar operators because they could distinguish the different nuances of sound, this was put into practice in WWII during the submarine warfare. This also has benefits today, such as the Cochlear implants used today for the deaf to be able to hear.
Can you imagine what we will do next to animals in the pursuit of understanding the human body? Hmmmm that’s right we clone human ears and body parts on rats and pigs. So all you Mozart’s out there who think that being in the military isn’t for you, join the Navy as a sonar operator and you will find your calling for a little while anyway. And all those of you out there with hearing implants you can thank a poor cat from the local shelter near Princeton university for your implant and ability to hear.
What will humans think of next? Why do we as humans feel the need to experiment on animlas that can’t talk? Oh that’s right we think because they can’t talk they don’t feel emotions like we do, well, i know a lot of emotional therapy animals that would disagree with that sentiment, and I am so thankful that animal right’s organizations came along and stopped this sort of experimentation on animals. Just because it can’t talk like we do doesn’t mean it can’t feel or have emotions too. My hat is off to this cat for taking it and for living a long life after they were done with him for experimentation purposes, I hope he found a loving forever home after this. Cos, he needed all the extra love he could get after this, I mean that is like how we used to treat mental patients before we got humane treatments.
So although no one is advocating using your household cat to replace your iPhone, it does make you want to next time you are around a friendly feline whisper in its ear a thankyou to its relative who unwittingly- but significantly- contributed to the understanding we have today of the human ear.
So, just thought I would pass on the interesting tid-bit I found on the internet last night while looking around. As always Happy Writing and have a good evening.
I am writing a book hopefully it will reach 50,000 words for NaNoWriMo. I have never tried writing for this before so this is going to be a challenge for me. I am writing a book called “Murder By the Playbook.” It is about a female serial killer who is a journalist for a newspaper, she has been interested and studying serial killers since she was 18 and now she is 48 and has several murders under her belt and has perfected a playbook of what a perfect murder should be based on her studies of serial killers and the mistakes she made with her first couple of killings. She started killing when she was 28 when her 12 year old niece was violently attacked by a sexual predator and all he got was probation and put on the sex offender registry. So she now uses her contacts and picks her victims based on the sex offender registry and who got away with their crimes based on their sentence. She feels she is doing society a favor and this gives her the comfort and ability to keep going. She keeps up to date on forensics and this keeps her from getting sloppy and getting caught. I have decided to base this in Ohio where I live because Ohio has quite a few serial killers and murderers here over history. I also chose a female as the killer because most people think of a male when they hear serial killer but there have been a lot of women serial killers but they are not heard of as much, so i chose this for my killer. I hope to finish my planning this week and start actually writing by Saturday this week.
Is anyone else doing a novel or writing for NaNoWriMo? If you are I would love to hear what you are doing and how you plan on tackling it and how many words you plan to write. Drop me a quick message or comment and let me know. As always Happy Writing and have a good night.
My 1st set of episodes are a collection of thriller stories and will be updated daily or weekly depending on how fast I can come up with new stories to add. Right now I have 6 stories in the series up and running.
2nd Set of Episodes
My 2nd set of episodes which I am currently adding to are also up and running, the first one is available. It is a series of episodes dedicated to Urban and Ghost Legends of Ohio, where I currently live, this will be updated daily or weekly as I research and write about each one.
I am planning on quite a few other episodes series, such as the witches of the Witch Trials from all over the world, each episode will be about a different Witch or presumed to be witch. Another series is going to be the unsung heroes of the American Civil War. Another will be the Women of the Civil War and another will be the women pirates through out history. I am also thinking of a lot of other ideas for the series and if they fair well I am going to turn them each into a book.
So, please go check them out and let me know what you think of them so far. I also welcome any ideas for future series of episodes. I am also thinking about highlighting and showing the episodes that do them best or a quick peek into a couple of them on here from time to time, so please feel free to go check them out and also to let me know your thoughts and ideas.
Thank you and as always Happy Writing and a good evening….
Well, I am so happy and proud of myself. I have now got a book on sale on Amazon and Barnes and Noble.
My book Survivor is available in paperback on Amazon since I have to fix my kindle version and my book is available in nook and paperback versions on barns and Noble. I am so happy and proud. It is an accomplishment for me.
I would never have thought this day possible, and with all that I say in my book, I think a day will come when someone else won’t think it is an accomplishment but a work of Fiction, but no one remembers the same thing the same way, so how I remember things is just that how I remember them. I don’t ask that you agree, I just ask that you read and see it for what it is a form of therapy and self-help to get it all out in the open and off of my chest, so I can move on and forward and start living my life top the fullest.
I walk the dirty, filth ridden streets of London, more specifically White Chapel, I repulses me all these creatures of the night trying to sell me their disease ridden rotten over used carcasses. What on earth would Me a wealthy gentleman Doctor want to sully myself with the likes of these if you can even call them women in a dark alley. It is cold tonight. I am looking for a women to practice my trade on and make these things of the night see how they are putting themselves at risk by plying their trade with all and sundry at all hours of the night, in dark alleys and in doorways, because they can’t afford to keep lodgings over their unkempt heads. I loathe these things. I don’t even consider them human. They have no feelings or emotions, if they did they wouldn’t do this to themselves and then blame us, the rich and wealthy. It is not our fault.
I pull the collar of my black cloak up around my ears as the wind is bitingly cold tonight, i have worn my extra worm black pants, winter riding boots, dark black warm gloves, but I will take those off when I find the perfect corpse to work on. Tonight it seems to be colder than usual and this damned rain just won’t let up, I should have had my carriage drive me around until I found the perfect hunting ground, but no I had to decide to leave him at the chapel at the gates to white chapel and this district of London, but that will be safer for me I think and him, plus no one notices me walking around or running around to get out of the rain than my nice fancy carriage they will notice that.
Well, The Buck’s Row doesn’t seem very promising tonight and so, I have heard rumor there are a lot more out of town prostitutes lodged and working the St. George Yard Landings area around the soldiers barracks since the soldiers are there right now, more money I guess, i may get lucky. I am will head that way it is not too far from here and if they are from out of town less chance of them being identified or missed. Lifting my head ever so slightly so rain pooling in the brim of my hat doesn’t all drip into my eyes at once and I am blinded by the water and stand here looking like a fool and stubble and fall that is all I need to fall in this sess pool of a road. The cobble stones and runoffs collect all the horse waste and human waste, I hate being down here but nobody misses these creatures.
Ahhhh, now that’s what I am talking about there is a living corpse who as I can see it has been getting paid well by the garrison while they have been staying here. She is stumbling around and leaning on things, and the woman with her, I have heard mention of that brutish women called Pearly Polly. Now, to just find a somewhat dry hiding place to watch my prey and then pounce and drag her away like a lioness after the kill when she is alone and quite literally wasted off of her feet.
Standing in that alley with my little tool kit tucked under my cloak and close my body, i don’t need my tools getting all wet and dull and not working, then this will take longer than I want. This being my first I want to savor every moment. The dim street light above her and Polly is flickering in the hazy night, it is a little hard to see, with all the rain and mist and fog starting to roll in from the river Thames, it must be getting close to early morning. I need to act before the garrison wakes and the workers in the lodging house start to rouse for work. I pull out my pocket watch it is close to 3 am, I need to get working, they will be rousing in about an hour or so, that is not much time at all, this is going to have to be quick ill savor another one when i have more time.
Ok, Polly is leaving and this one can barely stand she is so drunk. This is good for me. She is all alone, just the yellow halo of light from the street light is casting its light on her now, the moon has left and taken cover, it doesn’t want to see what comes next as well it shouldn’t. It is now picking up the pace with the rain again, I hate London, I would much rather live elsewhere, OK, now I need to focus, no more thinking about the rain or anything else. My strides are long and determined as I cross the small distance between me and her. I grab her up by the arm. “Oh ‘ello love, sorry, i’m done for the night, it’s bed time for old Martha now, come back tomorrow.” She smiled up at me with that half empty mouth of teeth and rotted gums and the foul smell of stale liquor from drinking all night at the cheap pubs wafted up to my nose, my nose shriveled up, it was putrid smelling, I no more wanted to lay with this thing than cut my own leg off.
I drug her behind me cussing and scratching at my gloved fingers wrapped tightly around her upper arm trying to get free, into the dark cover of the lodging house stairwell, this will just have to do. She was struggling and cussing. I laid my bag down and took out my sharpest and longest of blades. Her eyes grew so wide now, I thought she had seen one of the many ghosts of the white chapel area, then her mouth gaped open and the most awful pitiful screeching, ear piercing sound came from her body. I looked around light were going on, I had to do this quick, I lunged the knife into her abdomen quickly 7,8,9, 10, times, I don’t remember, I was so high and floating on air, I felt euphoric, giddy like a child on Christmas morning seeing all the presents, or after just having had the best sex of my life, this was orgasmic, to see the light and life fade from the body and as I watched the eyes of this creature.
Now was the time for me to run, I wanted to stay and watch and enjoy the sensation more, I was now addicted, I wanted to feel this again, I had to keep killing, but I had to do it better next time. Next time I was going to take my time and really make it worth my while and really enjoy the ending. I left her now lifeless body there in the doorway to the lodging house and ran into the night, no one saw me and no one would ever!
My latest work is a crime mystery thriller about a teenage lifeguard that gets intoxicated at his 17th birthday pool party and accidentally drowns due to clowning around on the diving board. His friends who are also lifeguards and girlfriend are preoccupied so they don’t help him or notice til it’s too late. Everyone else thinks it’s one of his pranks for attention like he’s always pulling. After the investigation and funeral, he meets with Balthazar the devil because he hasn’t been a good kid and he tells him he should get revenge on his friends and mother for what happened to him and in return he will go easy on him when he returns and let him be their eternal torturer. He agrees and goes back and slowly murders his friends one by one but is destroyed before he can murder his mother, the forensics girl is the one who figures out what is going on and she finds the way to destroy him before he can hurt anyone else.
So, does this sound cliche ish? Or does it sound like a good story to write? A good idea or not? I am in the stage of developing the characters and the setting and plot more right now. Right now it’s a short story but I’d like to make it novel length. Any ideas on what to elaborate on?
Ok well I look forward to hearing your feedback and as always have fun writing.