“The secret of it all is to write…without waiting for a fit time and place~ Walt Whitman”
“Just remember, even your worst days only have twenty-four hours” 10 word story  (via justinfuckenbieber)

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“The secret to becoming a writer is to write, write, and keep on writing~Ken MacLeod”

Insane or Nah

This is only part of a review I posted. There is more to add later.
I cannot yet say with certainty whether Baxter Carlisle is insane but I know for sure that Devus character is. As for the other casts of characters their stories are connected and interesting. Dru the PI  who dating is Lake the police officer and they must solve a missing person case. You know what I think? I think the storytelling was rich and vibrant. I tasted the foods the author described. She is very detailed with landmarks, streets, and culture of Atlanta and Athens. This mysterious tale kept me engrossed. I couldn’t figure it out and there were a few twists. Plausible twists that kept the story at a decent pace.  There was not a moment I could predict what would happen. Baxter had an answer for everything. He comes from a wealthy family and they could afford to get him out of trouble. I think he does not see his attraction to young girls as wrong. It is an unhealthy obsession even though there are places you can pay for a young girl. This work of fiction is based on some fact. These places exist. As a mother of a young teenage daughter I would not allow it either. His family does not see it as serious and prefers to use their money to cover his problem. My outlook on the world is that Murmurs of Insanity by Gerrie Ferris Finger is an accurate depiction. As for the rest of the story it is well worth the time to read it.


Here is what I been working on (More to Come)

<a href=”https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17444140-a-punctual-paymaster” style=”float: left; padding-right: 20px”><img alt=”A Punctual Paymaster” border=”0” src=”https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1363095387m/17444140.jpg” /></a><a href=”https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17444140-a-punctual-paymaster”>A Punctual Paymaster</a> by <a href=”https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6964557.Dan_Groat”>Dan Groat</a><br/>
My rating: <a href=”https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1046609660”>4 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
Taking place in the 1930s A Punctual Paymaster is a unique tale of the wealthy and the poor. You are exposed to generous use of the “N” word. I was not offended. It was not malicious on the part of the author because that is how it went down in that time. It is still being said behind closed doors and even in the rap business. Besides that I need to talk about the story. I liked the main character Thaddeus who is smart and a business man  especially in that era. I also liked that he was not a religious man. Usually when I read  novels set in the South there is a lot of the mention of church and the Bible verses. This book was different because it didn’t focus on God and the church. Two things that left an impression on me; the first was that Thaddeus’s mother instilled a love of reading to keep his mind sharp. I can relate to that. I am inspired to do the same with my son. The second is going back to the mention of the “N” word . He said it set us back because it is a reminder of the slave days when the Master called the blacks that to humiliate them. I liked that he stood up to those unruly boys. It is a book in which black people have a voice and are not victims. They also do not harbor hate towards the whites. Dan Groat managed these racial issues well .
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“Memory…is the diary we all carry about with us~Oscar Wilde”

Here’s a Taste: A short story sample

Hey all,

This is a short story I am working on. It is almost finished.


"The time has come for you to get what you deserve," he says as he finally faces her. His long search is over after she managed to elude him in Paris . "You almost killed me. I can see that you are furious,” she sighs." "You got that right,” he hisses. He had no weapon but he knew ways he could kill her. "I am so sorry. You can’t do this to your mother,” she exclaims.” “Most mothers do not treat their sons this way he said.” “It was an accident. I was drunk,”she said. “Sorry Tammy your time is up. Some people have to die. It’s the way of the world.” The man hears a voice that enters behind him. “This is my husband,” she said. “Is there a problem?” her spouse asks. “No, honey just a misunderstanding,” she replies. His attention focused on the mail on the table. “Does he know you were a whore?” he asks. “He knows I was in a bad place. He doesn’t judge my past. We made a nice life here together.” “Well, that life will be cut short.” he blurts. She looks around. Fear in her eyes. She calls out to her husband, “Honey can you pour me a drink?” “Sure,” he calls out from the next room. She is stalling. He knows it.

He awoke with a start. The left side of the bed was empty. His female company was still freshening up in the bathroom in his plush suite. He noticed both her overnight luggage overturned. He hears a sniffle. He turns to find Sadie wielding a butcher knife. She swipes at his back and misses. Now it is his turn to become the hunted. The words of the murdered rock star. You’re not so tough. Your bad deeds will catch up to you. This is his ending . The crazed look in her eyes gives her superhuman strength. Stop. She slashes him over and over as he watches his blood spatter on the fancy hotel curtains. All goes black. This is the day I die.

Hotel room. The rock star unbuttons his shirt while fetching a drink at the bar. A shadowy figure emerges.” Are you afraid of the dark? I believe I sent you a message.” He had a disagreement with his former rap collaborator. “Hey man,”the he says in his haze. That motherfucker will die before me. He

sent his entourage to another suite because he was expecting company. What a mistake that was.

Maybe this is a figment of my imagination, he prays. As he eyes his intruder he reaches behind his tucked in shirt for his .45piece. Music is a dangerous business. “Not today!” he screams as he clumsily fires a shot. He misses and his intruder smirks. “Would you like to hear a story before you die?”

She was a feast for the eyes. Her long ebony waves flowed down her back. Her slim figure evoked glances of admiration or envy. She was just as lovely inside.
Her personality shone through in her meetings with other people. She also had a sense of style. She loved children and in her dealings with them she patiently listened to their chatter. She let them brush her hair. She was never irritated by their demands on her time. She was full of laughter whether at a joke or a game she was losing. She also was a contradiction. Although people were drawn to her, there were moments she craved isolation. Like a drifter she changed her environment almost as much as she changed her clothes. She lost her mother at the age of 11. Her father did not mourn her loss. He moved on like a rolling stone. He preferred the younger girls who had no identity. This is how Jasmine presents herself in romantic relationships. She immerses herself in her beloved interests never questioning if she has a place in her soul, that is truly hers. Some suitors persisted so much she had to switch to another job. Now an independent woman, she was not looking for anything special. She had her demons, but to look at her you would think differently. Many thought she had no problems and that she took the world by storm . In her solitude Jasmine knew how to deal with tragedy.
She was mysterious in the eyes of the opposite sex. She could remain in her bubble for days . She would sing her blues away. She could have been a famous singer but she was not confident in her abilities. Her true talent . She learned the lessons of love from her parents’ relationship. Trust and fidelity. Emptiness is her constant companion. Some days her asthma was hard to control. She feels like an outcast. She never showed her fears and insecurities. The mirror by which she judged herself reflected a little girl wounded by life. Plagued by her demons caused an asthma attack. The abdominal

pain was insufferable. She had to be hospitalized. She listed her boss as the next of kin on her admission form. This spoke volumes about her connection with her friends and family. The voices in her head told her she should unlovable. Unworthy. Bitch.

Posted across the street from the elegant hotel he is well prepared on the day of the massacre. He knew the rapper’s favorite strip joint. Damien thought of dropping in to view the entertainment but he has seen it all. He waits in the shadows for the usual time of arrival. He is a creature of habit. As a sleek Cadillac pulled into the parking lot, Damien becomes nauseated. He always got anxious before a kill. This one would be a bloodbath because he came with an entourage. As they entered the lobby, he knew he had must revise his plan. The lights were bright and the way they staggered he could tell they were intoxicated. That would make things less difficult. Damien is making his most ambitious effort yet.

“We think we understand the rules when we become adults but what we really experience is a narrowing of the imagination.” David Lynch (via thatlitsite)
“Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning~ Maya Angelou”
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