This year has been a year of detours. Some not so good. That has left my writing on the back burner. However, things are now for the moment on a new normal road. So I have gotten back to my passion. Putting pen to paper and listening to the voices in my head. Today my new release The Mad Hatter should go live.
Behind that one I am releasing a book of short stories. Some have been previously released in other anthologies and some have been stand alones on kindle. The Question is DO YOU DARE? Do you dare read them? Do you dare take the risk of staying awake nights because you can’t sleep after reading them? Do you dare turn the page? You will not be able to answer that question until you purchase the book. Yes, it will be downloadable as well as print. It should be available in the next few weeks. So for those of you who love to delve into the unknown get ready. The unknown is coming.
Yep, just found out that The Mad Hatter will go live tomorrow – if you are ready for Whitechapel in 1888 then The Mad Hatter is for you. As soon as it goes live I will post the links. You do not want to miss this new release.
Grief! Such a harsh word even though it is only five small letters. Grief that thing that is followed by loss another harsh word even though it is only four little letters. Loss = Grief. It doesn’t matter if it is a person, place or thing. It could be a lost job, a lost home, a lost photo a lost loved one. The feeling of grief is there. It is a natural emotion – the key is to understand that it will pass. Once the shock of the loss wears off the grief will run its natural course, it we let it happen.
The sad thing is that most people allow the grief to control them instead of them controlling the grief. Marriages can be torn apart, families ripped to shreds, friendships blown to bits. Once this happens it cannot be undone. Once the harsh words are spoken, the ill feelings shown and the ugly side of death brought to the surface, it can never be undone.
Pennies from Heaven are stories by people who have suffered loss, then grieved or not. It is not a how too book, there is no such thing. It is just a book about real people written by real people. Grief comes in all shapes, forms and sizes, it can happen months even years down the road. It makes humble men, arrogant. It makes proud men humble. It makes monsters out of most of us.
It does not have to be that way. Once we understand that we do not have all the answers and never will and that there is a higher power who has all the answers and always will we can begin to come to terms with loss. Death is part of the circle of life. It is a journey into the unknown that is why we fear it.
We do not understand is that person is still with us, in our hearts and memories. When we act out and create discontent and hate we dishonor that loved one’s life. We disrespect the fact that they lived.
Instead of finding things to fight about, to spread hate and discontent about we should come together, seek to think about how others might be feeling. We should find comfort with others who are grieving. Sadly as humans we get so locked up in ourself we cannot see what is right before us. The mind plays tricks on us. Grief takes over and never leaves. Pennies from Heaven helps others to understand that grief =loss, but with time the loss is less. Not that we ever get over it. That does not happen. But if we keep a healthy mindset we can move forward, for if we don’t we cheat the life of the one we have lost.
Everyone grieves differently. But everyone does grieve. Pennies From Heaven is a wonderful gift for those you know who are grieving, a great read for one who is grieving.It is not a how to book, it is just a book to help you better understand there is no time line nor a list of directions for grief.
Watch for it! Is the Ripper the Mad Hatter? I leave it for you to decide!!!!!
For those of you who live in Mississippi and for those of you who are true Southerners you can relate to the fact that my friend and fellow author Patricia Neely Dorsey is very proud of her Southern Roots and her state of Mississippi. She is trying very hard to get her poem “Meet My Mississippi” the state poem. If you have not yet read her work you should. You can help her achieve this goal by signing her petition to get her poem passed for a vote in the state legislature. She has already been recognized by the Governor for her ambassadorship for her love of her state and for promoting it on all of her social media. Let’s take this to the next level. And if you have not yet read her work you should
HELP MAKE “MEET MY MISSISSIPPI ” THE STATE POEM!
HELP MAKE HISTORY….AND BE A PART OF MISSISSIPPI HISTORY!!!
I need LOTS and LOTS of signatures to help this pass when it comes up for a vote in the legislature !
PLEASE SIGN! PLEASE SHARE !
If you know someone in the House or Senate please encourage them to VOTE FOR MEET MY MISSISSIPPI AS STATE POEM http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/meet-my-mississippi-make-this-our-state-poem
This is an excerpt from Silent Scream. It is one of Schaefer’s writings that he said was fiction. However, it is not fiction, it is the confession of the brutal torture, and murder of one of his victims. IF you want to know which one you have to read the book. Gerard Schaefer was more than a monster. There is no word to begin to describe this man and the evil he perpetrated. If you have not yet watched Most Evil on the Investigation Discovery Channel you need to- watch for it on your TV Listings. It has played several times and will play again. If you have watched it- then this excerpt will make sense to you.
“I was absolutely smitten by this sexy whore. She was lively, intelligent, and had a sensuous figure. I was enchanted. I wanted our assignation to be special. I went right out and bought her a brand new rope. I knew she’d look exquisite swinging at the end of it. I took great care in selecting it. As the date approached, I called her to confirm our evening together. I instructed her on what to wear. I wanted to see her in pink and black. She had long blonde hair fixed in ringlets that would look so nice against a
black evening dress. Black heels and stockings with a garter belt. Pink bra and panty. A frilly brief. She assured me she’d look her best for me. Never before had I been so taken with a whore. I was furious. She was seducing me, and I was helpless before her daunting sexuality. She would have to suffer for that. Yes, suffer. I drove out to Davie and purchased an excellent horsewhip. I’d put her to the lash before hanging her! She’d pay for her seduction!”