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POE’S DEADLY DAUGHTERS: This is about the best outline for a murder mystery I’ve ever seen

The Murder Mystery Arc

Sharon Wildwind

 

Murder mysteries are about the rights of the individual versus the rights of the community, the battle between good and evil, and the triumph of justice. While, in general, murder mysteries follow the traditional dramatic arc, with the protagonist’s fortunes rising, climaxing, and resolving, there are a few more twists and turns in a mystery arc.

 
 
A = a body is discovered. The book’s events are set in motion.
B = suspects, clues, and red herrings are investigated. The protagonist makes a tentative and often impersonal commitment, as in she’s a police officer. It’s her job to investigate; or, for the amateur, her best friend is in trouble, so naturally she’ll help out. Note that during this stage the protagonist’s ups and downs are shallower than they will be later.
C = a second body is found. The protagonist has failed to prevent this subsequent crime.
D = the protagonist makes a second, more personal commitment to see that justice is done. At this point her personal fortune becomes tied to the greater group good, and she makes a promise, at least to herself and perhaps to others, that she will carry through to the end no matter what the cost.
E = the clues and red herrings become more significant, with a greater impact on both the personal and public stakes.
F = the protagonist confronts a personal threat in bringing the killer to justice.
G = resolution. The protagonist doesn’t return to the original starting point — except perhaps in farces, see below. She has been irrevocably changed by the search for justice.
 
The above arc deals with the murder resolution. There are also one or more personal arcs that deal with the private fortunes of individual characters.  Personal arcs include romance and relationships, danger to family members, danger to the personal community, personal fortunes, and living conditions (house, salary, possessions, etc.).
 
The personal community is a small part of the larger community. It includes those people with whom the protagonist had day-to-day contact: friends, co-workers, and maybe a special interest that the protagonist has, such as rescuing abandoned dogs or running a store. It is terribly important to the protagonist, but isn’t important to the larger public community in the same way. For example, a police abuse scandal might enrage public opinion, but the police officer involved is concerned about how the scandal affects her partner, who is one of the people accused.
 
The personal stakes are played out in contrast to or in synchronization with the public stakes of righting of wrong and the triumph of justice. Mysteries from North America and England usually ground themselves in the need for justice to triumph. Mysteries by writers from other parts of the world may have a different view of justice or may reflect a society where justice is not possible or is not common.
 
Here are four ways that this interplay of public and private stakes can play out.
 
 
Public Stakes
Public Stakes
Private Stakes
Both the public stakes and the private stakes rise in synchronization. Justice is done and everyone lives happily—or relatively happily—until the next book in the series. Usually found in traditional (cozy) mysteries, but also quite common in many mysteries.
The public stakes and the private stakes operate in contrast. Justice is done, but the private stakes fall. The characters sacrifice personal happiness for the good of the community. When well done, can lead to an award-winning book.
Private Stakes
The private stakes rise, but justice is not done. Very rare in North American mysteries because it leaves the reader dissatisfied that the world is not put right. Not so rare in the rest of the world, particularly in countries that have a recent history of civil wars, dictatorships, or civil rights issues.
Both the public stakes and the private stakes fall. Justice is incomplete or is not achieved and there is a personal loss. Characteristic of mean streets, noir, and the suspended tragedies written in the past 15 to 20 years. Suspended tragedies often involve serial killers who escape, only to return in subsequent stories.

Get the rest of the story at POE’S DEADLY DAUGHTERS: The Murder Mystery Arc.

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Another year over… (the Ozzies do know Barbies)

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Yep, another year (almost) over and we’ve done, seen and learned lots. We’ve been blogging collectively for just over a year now (zomg nobody posted about our one year anniversary on Nov 10th! Anyway, to cover that here’s my insight into that topic: cool!) and so much has been going on with our travels and experiences as well as cars, movies, games and food!

Speaking of food, I mentioned that we were having a Christmas dinner on the 24th (the 24th is regarded the official first day of Christmas here and presents are unwrapped on the evening of the 24th). I love Christmas dinner in Germany because at least in this family it means one thing: Raclette. Think meat, onions, vegetables, anything covered in smouldering cheese. Delish!

I kind of got too excited and ate before taking pictures so you’ll have to excuse the lack of deliciousness. You can trust…

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Pals in Kinnaur, Himachal India

HEROD |Catching up with old friend sophiebowns

HEROD

Chortling man with your ridiculous suit, wipe the smile from your face

Your chat show is incredibly gaudy; your morals are a disgrace

Look at your-over shined shoes, your trousers intricately pressed

What has really slipped your mind, is the seriousness of this mess

I see you are losing patience; you crease and crinkle your brow

I can assure you, my lips are sealed as you try to brew  a row

Look at your shimmering dancers, with their tiny sequined dresses

Revealing their busts, shiny shoes and immaculately styled tresses.

Clown of a man don’t shout at me, don’t grind your teeth and shun

It is all too late, I am beaten, you have already won

How dare you assume judge me, I’m an innocent man

It is slander to assume such things, you label me as a sham

I am not a liar, I am not a fraud.

I am stations above you sir, I am Jesus Christ the Lord

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I Can Feel My Bottom Growing | The Accidental Cootchie Mama

I Can Feel My Bottom Growingby

Andra Watkins on December 24, 2013

I Can Feel My Bottom Growing

shortbreadMy Christmas is complete. My friend Alice and her daughter Cayleigh dropped off a whole package of homemade shortbread Sunday evening.

Don’t ask me how much remains. Trust me. It will hang around on my dang rear end for months.

Alice makes the best shortbread I’ve ever eaten. It’s a Secret Family Recipe, brought into the tribe by a maid several generations ago. Even though Cayleigh might as well be my niece, that doesn’t make me family enough to have the recipe.

Still, I can see that maid’s caramel colored fingers kneading butter and flour, sugar and salt. She stands on the front porch. Watches the Spanish moss celebrate the occasion, party streamers in every tree. She breathes in salty Johns Island air. When the tide turns back to sea, she knows she’s done.

Her dough is ready.

A little bit of that moment goes into every batch of shortbread deliciousness. Feels like that clear December day every time I take a bite.

Today’s song is a tribute to Alice. Her time at Tulane. Her disappearing cookies. I am so lucky to call her friend.

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Catching up with PAUL D. BRAZILL | You Would Say That, Wouldn’t You?

Short, Sharp Interview: Dan Weatherer

http://www.amazon.com/Soul-That-Screamed-Horrified-Press/dp/1291596127/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1388152727&sr=1-1&keywords=dan+weathererPDB: Can you pitch The Soul That Screamed in 25 words or less?

A collection of horror shorts to suit all (dis)tastes

PDB: Which music, books, films or television shows have floated your boat recently?

I really enjoyed ‘Seven Psychopaths’ and ‘Pacific Rim’ is kind of a guilty pleasure. ‘Game of Thrones’, ‘The Walking Dead’ and ‘Breaking Bad’ are my top television picks, though to be honest I watch relatively little TV!

Book wise I recently finished ‘The Necronomicon’ and have just started ‘The Satanic Bible.’

PDB: Is it possible for a writer to be an objective reader?

That’s a tough one. Personally, not if you have a real desire to write and to write well.

PDB: Do you have any interest in writing for films, theatre or television?

I see myself at the very beginning of my writing career, and so would not rule out trying my hand at either. In fact I have already written and produced a short film (‘The Legend of the Chained Oak’) which we will be screening at various festivals next year. That project may lead into me writing a feature length script. I also intend to make some of my short stories into films with a local film maker sometime in 2014.

http://www.amazon.com/Soul-That-Screamed-Horrified-Press/dp/1291596127/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1388152727&sr=1-1&keywords=dan+weathererPDB: How much research goes into each book?

Whenever I am looking to add authenticity or obscurity into a story, I’ll hit the books/internet.

PDB: How useful or important are social media for you as a writer?

As I am just starting to make a name for myself, Social Media has become invaluable! I also like the fact I can reach readers directly, either for feedback or just to build a rapport. The personal touch goes a long way, and I have been taken aback by the sheer amount of support I have received from people I have never met!

PDB: What’s on the cards for 2014?

2014 will see the release of ‘The Legend of the Chained Oak’; we have high hopes of success for the project. There will also be more collaboration with film makers and artists. Now I have secured the talents of Dean ‘Midas’ Maynard as my agent, I’ll be working hard to push my debut collection ‘The Soul that Screamed’ to a wider audience. Oh, and if I find the time…possibly a new book! Agnes Ferry has quite the fan club or so I hear…

BIO: Dan Weatherer began writing horror after losing his job at the start of 2013, a cruel twist of fate that turned out to be a blessing in disguise!

Discovered and published by Scathe meic Beorh, his first ever tale “The Legend of the Chained Oak” was an immediate success and was made into a movie, due Autumn 2014.

His next major project was a solo collection of short stories titled “The Soul That Screamed” (released Oct 23rd 2013.)  He will also collaborate with film-maker John Williams in the near future.

“Gilbert’s Well” is his first attempt at writing for a younger audience.

He lives in Staffordshire, where is married to his beautiful wife Jenni and is a (proud) full time dad to his daughter Bethany.

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You can’t say that anymore. | Catching up with mostlytrueramblings

Freedom From Religion Foundation billboard

Freedom From Religion Foundation billboard (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You can’t say that anymore.

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I may not agree with what you say but I will defend to the death your right to say it. – Voltaire

Freedom of Speech, Freedom of ReligionThese are key elements in the American way. This country was founded by people who wanted the right to worship their God and follow their beliefs. “Political Correctness” is taking this right away. What is happening here? Do we have to re-define our rights? It appears that the government knows what our rights are but the people do not.

I suppose we need to amend our rights:

You have the freedom to say anything as long as it isn’t different than someone else’s views on homosexuality, religion, race, abortion, feminism,  or any other key issues.

No, I’ve never seen Duck Dynasty. I don’t care what Phil’s religion tells him. I do however wish Phil the right to speak the truth about his beliefs when asked without fear of losing his job. Isn’t it illegal to fire someone for their religious beliefs?

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32 Fingers Carol — a #mustwatch video

One of the best videos of the season. Watch it!

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Cover Reveal |Catching up with Imagineer-ing

Cover Reveal

Posted on 23rd December, 2013 by damo1701

I have decided on the front cover for the newest book to be released, and would like to share this with you all.

Pattens Front

With help from my partner, we were able to use one of Dad’s actual watercolour paintings as the front cover.Opinions?

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Letters to Conrad ~ Twitter Tips and Hints. ~ | Welcome to new friends: Andy Kaufman’s Kavalkade Krew

The @winewankers Twitter account is growing quickly.  And I think they have a solid base of real followers to interact with.

Actually, from my interactions with Conrad before they joined Twitter, I knew that they are smart and would catch on quickly.

Andy Kaufman as Latka Gravas

Andy Kaufman as Latka Gravas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This was also confirmed for me when he told me he’d worked in the computer industry for years.

The title of course was chosen for the humor in it, and to help out all people with twitter, not just Conrad, specifically.  I just knew he’d see the humor in it, and wouldn’t see it as condescencion.

So I declare Conrad and the @winewankers graduates of my Introductory Twitter course.

I will continue to write here under this byline as I learn new cool stuff, and I’d appreciate it if Conrad learns me some things that he knows that I don’t know yet.  😉

One thing that makes Twitter super easy for me, at least on my PC is TweetDeck.  It’s Twitter’s advanced UI, and is free.

You can easily break out your lists, multiple accounts (if you have them like me), set up priority feeds, and do everything you can do on Twitter.  Just in a streamlined manner.

TweetDeck Lists

For instance, I’ve set up my lists in individual feeds.  Here we have my aptly named Inner Kirkle feed.  And as you can see, it’s easy to respond quickly without digging through the lists on the regular Twitter UI, or going to your twitter homepage.

I can choose which account to tweet or RT from, or from all 4 accounts if I so choose.  Very handy as I have 2000 followers on @thewanderin poet, but another 300 or so individuals that are unique to the other 3 accounts that I can reach as well.

I also found a handy application called Vizify.

Vizify quantifies for you how effective your outreach is.  For me this is basically how often I talk to my friends, haha.

Although some others on there are on my Favstar list (what I call Twitter Comedians also), Empire Avenue, & Klout list.

But as you can see, most of my close friends from WordPress are in the circle.  As is @stevieboylan.

It pretty well conforms to my Inner Kirkle list, with additions.

That’s the @winewankers tucked down there under Eva’s Gravatar, haha.

Vizify

The other 2 people in the innermost circle are Rick, and Vera.  They spend time Klouting and tweeting to #influence, amongst other hashtags.

Somehow by joining them @kred feels I am a professional marketer.  At least according to their lists.  I have no idea why.  But I feel sorry for the actual professional marketers I seem to be out-marketing without actual intent to do so, haha.

#influence

I’m number 17.  I have no idea what it means in the real world, as I’m not sure I influence all that many people.

I just hope to help my friends, and have some fun while passing the day as work is astonishingly slow.  We need some winter storms or something, haha.

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Welcome To the Jungle With Andy Kaufman’s Kavalkade Krew ~ The Wandering Poet

Howdy, and welcome to Andy Kaufman’s Kavalkade Krew ~ Featuring the Wandering Poet.

I am your host Kaufman’s Kavalkade.  I am also the various authors you see listed over on the right.  I like to use Nom De Plume’s.  Nom Nom Nom.

I share my poetry, tell the Tales of Captain Jones & the Madison, music videos that I like , silly music parodies that I write, have fun with  @StevieBoylan with our #WhereisSteveBoylan webisodes (He’s also a fantastic musician), impersonate Herb Caen (deceased Pulitzer Prize winning San Francisco Chronicle Columnist) very badly, write about social media, social issues, politics and whatever else we’d like to discuss with The KaDoh! Institute and award The Daily Good Cheer Award.

We also conquer the world with WordPress Risk.

Writing very long run-on sentences is a particular specialty of ours.

You can also ask me anything you want at all.  I cannot promise that I will answer every question.  But I probably will.  But it might not be a serious answer.  But it might be.

Oh we also blog about the racism, homophobia, hate speech & hateful language we encounter on City Data Forum.

Andy Kaufman’s Kavalkade Krew

Andy Kaufman’s Kavalkade Krew is comprised of 18 individuals.

Our most common denominator is that we are City Data Forum members fed up with the Racism, Homophobia and Hate Speech that we encounter on City Data Forum on a daily basis.

We blog about the racism, homophobia, hate speech & hateful language we encounter on City Data Forum.

We have the temerity to believe that an Internet Forum that claims to be one of the Top 5 Forums in the United States by unique individual clicks should enforce their Terms of Service as written, and not be the mini-Stormfront we encounter on a daily basis.

We call on the City Data Forum Administrator to instruct the City Data Moderation Staff to enforce the Terms of Service as written.

OR

Rewrite the City Data Terms of Service to reflect the type of Internet Forum they are in reality.  The one that we have documented over the last 2 months, and continuing.

The Wandering Poet

I write poetry under the Nom De Plume of The Wandering Poet.  This poem describes my upbringing.

The California Kid

Hello, there
Nice to meet you
I am California Kid,
Standard issue
Raised to respect my elders
Take care of the disabled
Help the poor
Do unto others as you’d have done unto you
Live and let live
Respect the Constitution
Honor  veterans in our midst
Celebrate mom, baseball & apple pie
Pay taxes as due (grumbling under breath)
Work hard, play hard
Oh yes, don’t be racist, or discriminate
Combine that all and you have me
Moderate of practicality
Mixed with synergy
Standard Issue
Here in Great Central Valley

The KaDoh! Institute

 We also offer our views on social issues, politics, and whatever else we want to talk about  with commentary at the Kadoh! Institute.

The Kadoh! Institute was established to express the political, social, opinions of a political Moderate raised in California.

I’ve always classified myself as socially liberal & fiscally conservative.

Yes, the name pokes fun at The Cato Institute.  That is their building on the logo.  And Kato Kaelin’s hair.  As our logo is a Roman in a Toga with Mr. Bill’s head and Kato’s glorious mane of hair.

Yes, young people, we know Mr. Bill looks vaguely like Jack of Jack in the Box.  But it’s Mr. Bill.

We will also cover whatever topic springs to mind, much like our friend Renard Moreau does when he gets to Pondering.

We have taken the test located at The Political Compass which serves as our frame of reference.  In their multiple axis system, which measures Authoritarian v Libertarian & Communism v laissez fair capitalism we are Centrists leaning towards Libertarianism.

Here are are the results of famous World Figures and current politicians as calculated by the people at The Political Compass for context.

World Figures on the Political Compass

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A cut, a trim, and regular friendly conversation at Hairy Notions |Welcome to markbialczak

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Entertainment. Sports. Life. Big ideas.

Mark Bialczak is a veteran journalist who has lived in the Syracuse area since 1983. Earlier this year, he was set free to write about whatever he wants.

Contact Mark at markbialczak@gmail.com.

Check out his twice-weekly film blogs at http://www.syracusenewtimes.com.

In June, Reedy Press published “The Syracuse Fan’s Survival Guide to the ACC,” co-written by Mark and veteran basketball beat writer Mike Waters. Click here to buy the book.

Become Facebook friends with Mark at http://www.facebook.com/mark.bialczak

Follow Mark on Twitter at @mbialczak

Link with Mark at http://www.linkedin.com

Join circles at Google Plus at https://plus.google.com/114776318897404620277

In November, 2013, I was nominated for:

blog of the year

And, twice:

Versatile blogger

Two days before Christmas, I was nominated for my second star on the Blog of the Year Award:

Blog of Year two starts

Also two days before Christmas, I was nominated by award originator Don Charisma to be one of the first recipients of the Inventive Blogger Award. The logo includes a cool photo of a German bridge:

Inventive Blogger Award

In June, Reedy Press published “The Syracuse Fan’s Survival Guide to the ACC,” co-written by Mark and veteran basketball beat writer Mike Waters. Click here to buy the book.

Become Facebook friends with Mark at http://www.facebook.com/mark.bialczak

Follow Mark on Twitter at @mbialczak

Link with Mark at http://www.linkedin.com

Join circles at Google Plus at https://plus.google.com/114776318897404620277

In November, 2013, I was nominated for:

blog of the year

And, twice:

Versatile blogger

Two days before Christmas, I was nominated for my second star on the Blog of the Year Award:

Blog of Year two starts

Also two days before Christmas, I was nominated by award originator Don Charisma to be one of the first recipients of the Inventive Blogger Award. The logo includes a cool photo of a German bridge:

Inventive Blogger Award

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A cut, a trim, and regular friendly conversation at Hairy Notions

Before my 30 minutes in the chair, that beard is so untidy.

Before my 30 minutes in the chair, that beard is so untidy.

Some men get haircuts when they can’t stand the sight of Shaggy staring back from the mirror any longer.

Some men get their beards trimmed when birds and other little animals start to hover too closely.

I have my Vanity Appointment every four weeks, without hesitation. My tradition of haircut and beard-trim is so deeply rooted that I’ve given it a name.

For 22 years, I’ve visited Theresa Constantine at her Hairy Notions salon in North Syracuse like clockwork. My instructions are always the same, and Theresa is such a good stylist that she always asks nevertheless. Take a little off the top and a lot off the bottom. It’s a natural request, considering that I have way less on top than on my chin to begin when I walk in the place. Theresa confirmed for me yesterday morning that I have the fastest-growing beard of any of her clients.

And yes, certainly, she answered my question yesterday with that familiar bit of sarcasm in her voice, I am the most handsome, too.

My 30 minutes every four weeks sitting in Theresa’s styling chair are fun.

It started out very professionally, although when we first met, it was through my job, not hers.

While working for the big daily in 1991, I was assigned to write a story about a crew of local people who dressed up and reenacted Civil War battles. Theresa, being an actress in local theater in addition to owning Hairy Notions, hosted my interview with a handful of fellow Civil War reenactors at the shop.

I wrote the story.

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On my 56th birthday, I wonder about my birth day

Some facts about the day I was born, mildly amusing and mostly useless. (From dayoftheweek.org)

Some facts about the day I was born, mildly amusing and mostly useless. (From dayoftheweek.org)

I just googled This Date in History for Dec. 14, 1957.

The site dayoftheweek.org tells me it was a Saturday.

A slow day, according to historyorb.com.

A play titled “Most Happy Fella” closed after 678 performances at New York City’s Imperial Theater. “Rumple” closed at the Alvin Theater after 45 performances. An American author by the name of Gary Ferris was born.

And, in a New York City hospital, a thin and quite-likely scared teenager pushed me out into this world.

I don’t remember much, not even from family remembrances on subsequent Dec. 14s.

My oldest sister, Francine, collected my baby pictures, taken before she was born.

My oldest sister, Francine, collected my baby pictures, taken before she was born.

I can piece together facts and snippets of things they did tell me: My mother was 19. My father was 20. I came a few weeks early. They had married 14 months prior. They met while working for the same company in Manhattan. Both their families lived in Greenpoint, a Polish neighborhood in Brooklyn. My dad was an only child. My mom had an older sister, but she and my uncle had no children yet.

I can imagine how bewildered and overwhelmed they all were at the arrival of this first child of their immediate families, no matter that marriages and kids more routinely came earlier 56 years ago.

They did their best within their world. I remember my dad taking me to corner bars and giving me a bag of peanuts and a real glass of Coke to keep me occupied as he socialized like a twentysomething. I remember my mom taking me with her to bingo, which somehow was a favorite even at her young age. It never once struck me that perhaps a kid my age shouldn’t be taken along to either of those places.

I was an only child until a sister came along when I was 8, and another when I was 10. I loved not being the sole focus anymore. I protected these darling little girls fiercely.

Of course I remember good times, celebrations, family victories.

But I also remember arguments, fights, bad behavior, frequent tension. Looking back through the prism of all these years, I think that somehow I was always on edge in the presence of one or both of my parents.

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Tao moments : Welcome to a new friend: Adam Hughes

About | Tao moments.

My name (as I am sure you have already worked out) is Adam. I like to talk (As I am sure you have worked out) And I like to write (Yes,we all know) I am very fortunate to live in one of (in my opinion) what I consider to be one of the most picturesque parts of GB. Cornwall is a coastal county,which has an atmosphere,more like the 1930s than the 21st century. We are slower paced,than most parts of the UK (How I dislike that word) and it most definitely has a holiday feel,about the place. (probably,because it is a holiday place).

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A photo of St Michaels Mount in Marazion Cornwall,although I must admit,this is when the weather is behaving itself. most times you visit,it seems to be raining. but that would make for a depressing picture.

I have worked in a Bookshop for the past 12 years. And have been fortunate enough to have had some of my writings published in magazines ect. (though the pay is terrible,and you would probably get more,cleaning the roads) no writer unless you are JK Rowling does it for the dosh,it is like most things worth doing, we do it because of  our love of it.

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My life has not always been the happiest of existences,I have suffered with depression on and off for many years. And would consider myself to have a ‘Chameleon’ nature. Always changing my mind,Just as a Chameleon changes colour,so do I. My Dog Timothy and My dog Lucky (who passed away) are the most important ‘dog people’  in my life,I could not imagine a life without animals.

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My Beautiful Dog Timothy

Walking is a particular passion of mine,getting outside in the open countryside is truly a saviour at times. Fussing,I am told is a characteristic that those who love me always poke fun at me for. I suppose it’s more about my being a worrier,than my being a ‘fuss pot’ as the teachers always said to me,at school.

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Tehidy woods, Cornwall

As far as religious convictions are concerned,I would consider myself to be a mix of Christian and Taoist. Although I have struggled with my faith over the years,and believe me,when I say; I have made many mistakes. I can’t help but know that the Gospel message has some truth in it. I am constantly learning and Only hope I will get to know Father God and my Saviour Jesus better every day.

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The Tao of Pooh; A book that has always been of great inspiration to me.

Who am I to preach at you? all is can do is say things as I feel and see them,and leave you to make your own Journey of discovery. There is no point in my preaching at you,since I don’t know all the answers myself. I am always open to new ideas and never say never. All i know is Jesus has always been a part of my life and although I have tried to run away from him at times,he has never let me go.

The Piano is my other Passion,I love playing old songs from the 30s,which has always been an era,I have felt a particular fondness for. When manners were expected of everyone and people ‘dressed proper’ as my Grandfather would say.

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To say that I was an agreeable sort of chap,would possibly be a slight white lie. Since I know I do have the capacity to be a bit rebellious at certain times. Not in a harmful way,Just as far as my own life is concerned. I have always abhorred rules. If a rule is before me, I tend to either; ignore it,adjust it,or Just plain laugh at it. I believe we all are quite capable of knowing when something is wrong or right, and I try to believe that all humans have the capacity to care and be kind. Let’s face it; there is enough hate in this world.

I think this is a good Juncture to ‘shut up’ else I might be tempted to write a whole book about myself,which would be both presumptuous and Egocentric.

If you made it thus far,well done. If you didn’t and have simply skipped to the end,then I forgive you. we are all friends on this Blog.

Peace be with you!

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Captivity Kills

Sea-world is literally ‘quaking in its boots’ and rightly so. Blackfish the awesome film documentary directed by Gabriela Cowperthwaite has cooked up a real storm in a tea cup.

Sea-world is running out of excuses fast,the immense cruelty it causes to innocent animals,by Keeping them in captivity is something the world is no longer willing to accept. The facts speak for themselves.

  • Captivity Kills
  • Captivity shortens a cetaceans life span
  • These wild creatures are,well; wild.
  • SeaWorld is responsible for the trade and capture of cetaceans
  • Captivity is big business
  • SeaWorld keeps cetaceans in tiny tanks
  • SeaWorld is funding the very people who hunt and kill Dolphins and orcas

Does this sound like the actions of one who cares for the protection and welfare of Dolphins and Orcas? I think not.

SeaWorld is a shameful,money making machine,that is no better than the Taiji Killer’s themselves. Do you really believe that those at the very top of the SeaWorld monster,really cares about protecting Cetaceans? They have only one interest in these wild creatures. And that is money.

Some of the trainers use the excuse; that they would rather be with the orcas looking after them,than not. This is ridiculous! These trainers,if they really care about the animals being abused at SeaWorld,should join in the fight to end the captivity of cetaceans. Not working for and increasing the public’s affection for such dreadful places.

It’s quite simple really. Those who attend are as guilty as SeaWorld itself. No excuses. If one knows something is wrong,one should not support it,in any way. Now that Blackfish has been on the television networks,all over the world. There really is no longer an excuse. Stop attending SeaWorld.Spread the message to everyone you know.

CAPTIVITY KILLS

Chains

3298fetters

Whilst the struggle for existence
is a force most strong.
Many having tried,Fail,then are
gone.

One need not struggle to exist
it’s living one has most trouble
with.

A slave may only be enslaved,
if one allows one’s mind to be
captured.

Deprived of imagination,forced into
the drought of an artless existence.

Words,give meaning to that struggle.
striving to make a more beautiful world,

fighting,perhaps,against the tide.
yet,eventually you have to go with it
anyway.

Creativity,frees one from the captivity.
Instead of being captured by life’s fetters,

language gives us the tools to escape.
or at-least to deal with things better.

We can chose,whether or not to continue suffering,
or to embrace what life throws at us.

in an attempt,to find the real you.

~Adam Hughes

There is poetry even in mall photo booths

My Winter love

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My Winter love

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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Cold days seem to bring people closer.

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My winter love.

I whispered your sweet name.
My sweet dreams bring
your beautiful face to my memory.

I dreamed of our blissful nights.

Kiss after sweet kiss.
Leading us to the paradise of the innocence.
Opening a passion that grows with each tender touch.

My  Winter love.
You came to me on a cold December day.
You brought me into a
raging torrent my siren.

We tried to burn away the passion.
Desperate to satisfy the desire of the flesh.
That can’t be fulfilled.

My desire increased with each dance.
In the fire of emotion and sexual battle.

I hear a soft knock at my door.
I open the door.

My beauty.
My blue eye Angel with six wine coolers.
Wrapped  her arms around me.

Sweet kisses and warm embraces
lead us to…

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Speculative Noir

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I am still searching for a genre name for The Book Of Lost Doors. I’m currently going with Speculative Noir.  I’m not entirely happy with it, but it’ll do until something better comes along.

In any event, I think I can sum up what I think are the defining characteristics.

Speculative Noir: A definition

  • Metaphysics: The Universe contains elements which are both Fabulous (in the sense of violating natural law as we understand it) and Mysterious (in the sense of following laws which are not explicitly revealed to either the protagonist or the audience.)  The sense of Metaphysical Anarchy is central to the cosmology of Speculative Noir–nothing can be trusted, even things so ubiquitous and quotidian as gravity may fail without warning. 
  • Epistemology: Existential truth has primacy over theoretical truth.  In a world where reality is fluid, one can trust only the sensory data of the moment. Speculative Noir relies upon a hypnagogic…

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crime thriller addict. aspiring author. guilty as charged. | Welcome to a new friend: crime thriller girl

Crime Thriller Girl leads a double life.

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By day she’s a corporate suit.

But by night (and early morning) she’s an aspiring author, avid reader, and book reviewer of all things crime thriller.

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CTG’s Xmas Gift Ideas (part 1): Psychological Thrillers

Posted: December 12, 2013

The holiday season is fast approaching, and along with it the search for the perfect gift. But there’s no need to panic. Hardback, paperback, audiobook or eBook, whatever your preferred format, books make a fabulous gift.

So, if you’re looking for a few ideas for the crime thriller lovers in your life (or you’re dropping a few hints about what you’d like in your Christmas stocking) here’s a recap of some of my favourite reads from 2013 …

Today’s picks: Psychological Thrillers

There have been some cracking psychological thrillers out this year, a few of my favourites are:

THE NEVER LIST cover image

THE NEVER LIST cover image

The Never List by Koethi Zan

From the very first page, no, the very first paragraph, this story had me hooked. I don’t know if it was the terrifying premise – three women imprisoned in a cellar by a man they thought that they could trust; the unwavering loyalty to her friend Jennifer that the protagonist, Sarah, maintains despite the danger that in puts her in; or the three women’s determination, against all odds and all that had happened to them, to succeed in their quest for justice and uncover the shocking truth. Whatever it was, I just couldn’t put it down.

A chilling, page-turner of a psychological thriller with one hell of a twist at the end: a real must-read for all fans of the genre.

You can check out my full review here http://crimethrillergirl.com/2013/09/04/the-never-list-by-koethi-zan/

Rush of Blood cover image

Rush of Blood cover image

Rush of Blood by Mark Billingham

Holiday friendships: sometimes they last, sometimes they don’t. But they’re usually fun while they last, and don’t usually involve murder, unlike the holiday friendships made in Mark Billingham’s standalone thriller RUSH OF BLOOD.

A cross between a police procedural and a psychological thriller, this high-tension, fast paced, character driven story is masterfully plotted and flawlessly told. It’ll also make you think twice about striking up a conversation with the people sitting round the pool or beside you on the beach next time you’re on holiday! Fabulous.

You can check out my full review here http://crimethrillergirl.com/2013/09/12/rush-of-blood-by-mark-billingham/

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Never Go Back by Lee Child

When I was halfway through this book I started to slow down, I was so enjoying the story that I wanted to make it last longer. Now that, to me, is a great book. In fact, I think this might just be my new favourite of the series – and that’s a tough call to make because they are all so good.

Anyway, this book sees Reacher finally getting to Virginia. Only Major Susan Turner isn’t there and Reacher is recalled back into the army to face an old homicide charge (and another, more personal relationship-based, legal situation). But does Reacher quit? Of course not, he’s going to find out why both he and Susan Turner are being held on trumped-up charges, and ensure that justice is served.

Classic Reacher. Unputdownable.

You can check out my full review here http://crimethrillergirl.com/2013/11/01/ctg-reviews-never-go-back-by-lee-child/

It is a Good Winter Solstice For Me | Welcome to a new friend: day3of

day3  ofseeking my conscience

[Terry:  Wow, has she got Christmas morning right!]

 ————————-I feel good about the Solstice, it’s significance to me personally, that is. At the same time, I wonder about people who are places where the weather is really bad, yet hope (as always) that I am spared bad weather, especially just now. I have a dear one who lives in Tennessee. She is very much in my constant prayer today because I’ve read that storms are blowing through there.

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For me, at least, today is as it should be on solstice, a time to recognize and pay tribute to the changes this makes in people’s lives, whether we’re aware of it or not. I remember being made aware of solstice at the appropriate times off and on when I was growing in the home of my parents. The time of year was brightened somewhat by anticipating Christmas.

Christmas traditions, by now, are familiar to people all over the world. My Church stressed the spiritual values of Christmas, which really came in handy for child of one of the poorer families in the community. While not anticipating much to show for having had a Christmas tree, I learned not to covet what other children might have, and to focus on what Jesus taught about loving one another.

Back to Solstice–I remember having the blues in the days leading up to Solstice, but I was distracted by the Christmas season. Looking back through the memory of my mental state, I know the imposing darkness.soothed my inner gloom at a time when gloominess was strictly forbidden.

Christmas always was a beautiful day. Always, without fail. No matter what the weather conditions were. I do believe the Holy Spirit visited our little road on that day.

I say this because my childhood home was not itself the source of my good cheer. I always carried the tinge of disappointment throughout the day, as all my dilemmas of Christmas Magic versus existential angst proved unanswerable yet again.

My parents couldn’t get along. Mom (God bless her) always tried to dispose of the evidence as quickly as possible. I think she feared I would keep hunting through the torn gift wrap having lost my mind in the disillusionment. My father would battle her impulse to clean up; he was wise to know that Christmas must not disappear without a trace early Christmas morning no matter how modest the gifts had been. (This paragraph is a delicately painted, nostalgic understatement of the high-stress tensions in my lower middle class household  which were potentially rife on any day, barely maintained even on Christmas.)

The greatest joy of my Christmas was to get to see what the other children on the street had received. I especially enjoyed the quiet kindness of their parents as I was welcomed into their homes. I realize now that they had my childhood friends on very strict control during these visits.

My mom wouldn’t let the neighborhood children in our house, so I would them what I had received, try to look satisfied and change the subject. Only once or twice did a neighbor child question the truthfulness of my accounting. I think that was the reason I explained to Tina about Santa Claus. Her mom was really disappointed. I’m sure more so even than Tina was. Claudia (the mom) scolded me. I couldn’t think of anything to say. Tina was two years younger than I, which surely means I was still very young.

But, I digress. Today is not Christmas. I brought up Christmas in order to relate it back to the reason that I am loving the Solstice so much today which is that it justifies my mood, both the grim tone of my past few days and my optimism today. The darkness has been closing in, but I can rest assured it won’t get any worse. By Christmas day, my world will be brighter.

Happy Holidays Everyone!!! My blog is almost a year old. You who read it are real to me, and I feel bad for neglecting your blogs as well as my own.

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Please Like Me or Don’t Hurt Me

I’m middle aged—And that is not to be confused with a younger person who has begun to fear growing old. I don’t have much cancer, talent, muscle, or money;  One could say I live my life accordingly. I live in Alabama. That is where I love from. I’m glad to be alive even though I cannot really justify it much of the time.

I regret what the human race has done to our world. I’m trying to find courage to live so as not to regret too much of what I’ve done with my life. I try not to hate, dread, or envy, but I’m willing to rant, hide, or beg.

Disclaimer: I can be too preachy and dread realizing that I have sounded as though I have no idea what I’m talking about.  Also, if something in my poetry seems nonsensical, it wasn’t on purpose…and could be the result of a cognitive dysfunction on my part.

I desire safe, beautiful, purposeful adventure. I desire to be known as a loving person. I desire to bring joy to my loved ones if I possibly can before it’s too late.

Below, please find partial lyrics for The Talking Heads’, “What a Day That Was.”

… There are fifty thousand beggars
Roaming in the streets
They have lost all their possessions
They have nothing left to eat…

… I’m dreaming of a city
It was my own invention
I put the wheels in motion
A time for big decisions

And on the first day, we had everything we could stand
Ooh and then we let it fall
And on the second day, there was nothing else at all
Ooh what a day that was…

… Ooh that’s the way it goes
There’s a million ways- to get things done
There’s a million ways- to make things work out…

__________________ Yours in hope, Day3of

For Me, The Night, A Thunderstorm Distant, Gentle Rain Present, Open Window in my Open Stairwell

12/22/13 Sunday morning. The sun rests.

As my refrigerator turns off in the kitchen behind me, the sweet thunder fades too, as though they were singing in chorus. Now, in the time it took for me to write the previous sentence, I can still hear the storm somewhere, but it sounds like a memory. I can hear light, steady rainfall  bouncing in puddles because the window in the center of my house is open three inches.

The window really is in the center, the center of the north wall of my square house.  Its sill is nine feet over the main level floor. It’s in the midway landing of the stairwell. My recliner sits at the foot of the stairwell, with just enough room not to be obstructive. I have a small house which fits like a glove.

While writing the paragraph above, I could also hear the small oscillating fan up in my bedroom. Now the refrigerator behind me is back on, as well as the water heater in the curtained closet next to my chair. I can’t hear the fan, the rain sounds like a faint trickle. The thunder spoke up a little louder for a few minutes to help me remember God, but now the storm seems — for my ears to imagine it — sleeping like my cat and my dog in my quiet life, where my soul presides … after all.

Facing my eastern windows, I see the houses across the road. The grey morning is exceptionally beautiful, and I recognize that I am happy by my having thought the grey morning beautiful.I can’t see far above the roof line of my neighbors houses because my windows look through my covered porch.

Now all is quiet, but the oscillating fan upstairs. Occasionally the storm makes muffled sounds, as though talking in sleep. I’ve heard a couple of birds since the light began–just now a crow.

I’m yawning. I don’t want to go to sleep. My body didn’t rest well, but I want to stay up and go to church. I got up with the storm this morning around 4, because I had felt the air pressure change and heard a couple of very distant sonic booms. Once I opened the window, I knew there was nothing to fear, but then I wanted to stay up.

I don’t know how to end this little story. I hear geese.

It’s already 7:20. No decision is still a decision, right? Yet, I think for me to decide to stay up is probably the same as “no decision”. I wonder if this case should give me insight into the nature of some of my choices. In this case, I’m going to fight sleep, try to forge ahead as though my destiny is tied in to mastering the challenges of unnatural states of “becoming”.

It’s so rare to have a beautiful experience of pre-dawn aloneness. I don’t want to let it go.

I’ve made my decision. I’m not going to decide while fingers are poised to type. God loves me. I’m going to take it easy on myself, and see what happens next. Good day everyone.

Vintage Christmas Pin Up: T.N. Thompson |Thank God for muscleheaded

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Starshine | Catching up with Paul Lenzi and Poesy plus Polemics

Starshine

"Stars in the Sky - Daydreaming" Image from fanpop.com

impressing the stars
such ridiculous folly
the light in their eyes
is so achingly old
they won’t see you
for millions of years
and by then
they’ll have watched
birth and death of
uncountable splendidly
interesting worlds
do you think the brief
speck of a spark
that was you
will have mattered at all

if you do
then I’ll make you
a place in my heart
where I keep a conviction
that every life
matters a lot
more than starshine
can ever record
or will likely remember

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Are you getting too much sleep for writing greatness? | catching up with Kevin Brennan

What The Hell

Kevin Brennan Is Self-Publishing His New Novel

Are you getting too much sleep for writing greatness?

Check out this brill infographic showing the wake-up times of famous writers and their productivity/success. Once I saw that Sylvia Plath got up at 4 a.m., I set my alarm for 8.

Any early risers out there?

via Are you getting too much sleep for writing greatness? | What The Hell.

A Survivor’s Story During the Season–Welcome to a new friend: The Hip Grandmother

The Hip Grandmother

About ‘The Hip Grandmother’

Ty 9-23-13Created in 2011, Tyster Gallery is a therapeutic art gallery. This spawned two blogs (the first made a year apart): Reflections of a Shaddow and The Hip Grandmother.

I am a soon-to-be grandparent to a single mother chronicling the stages of her pregnancy. After the birth, I plan to welcome viewers into our lives and share the joy of what it means to be able to be a grandparent and single woman.

Your comments and likes are always welcomed! Come join the party, it doesn’t start until I get there!

via The Hip Grandmother.

A Survivor’s Story During the Season

December 18, 2013

HeatherLily-1On a winter’s day in 2005, she gave birth to a beautiful daughter Lily Rose. Three month later, she was diagnosed with a life-altering disease called Pleural Mesothelioma. Knowing this is the beginning of a long and tiresome journey, her husband  and my friend searched to find the best treatment care for Mesothelioma available. The three finally crossed paths with a renowned mesothelioma surgeon named Dr. David Sugarbaker based in Boston at the Brigham and Women’s hospital.

As a seven-year mesothelioma cancer survivor, she has made it her mission to help other victims of mesothelioma around the world. Raising awareness for other’s that are going through this, she is sharing her personal story in hopes that one day no one will have to go through this terrible and life-altering cancer. Here is her story.

                             See more at: http://www.mesothelioma.com/heather/#.UrB-wGRDvPw

Oh Well, It Will Have To Do.

December 7, 2013

I have never been one for decorations in any holiday. Getting presents and wrapping them as quick as I can is the only way I see things…for the last decade of my life. Fortunately this year, with the baby on the way, I am starting to find the Christmas spirit and decided to buy a Christmas tree for my living room. As I was walking into the Christmas tree section of a local popular store, I noticed they were selling fake trees at a low cost. I decided that I had better snatch this tree up because they won’t last long at this price.

I brought my ‘good buy’ home and wasn’t too sure where I wanted to set it up. I chose the corner of the living room which would (in my own opinion) would bring this house together. After I made sure of the area that I decided to set my tree, my daughter turned the television on to “Sound of Music” musical. Trying to make heads or tails of which side is which to set the tree, I hear in the

Pipe Cleaners in the corner

Pipe Cleaners in the corner

background “Do Re Mi” in the background. Let me explain to you that I do not like musicals. I am very happy with “The Nightmare Before Christmas” or any other books and movies by Henry Selick and/or Tim Burton. But I can’t believe that I have grown so soft as to like….even remotely of “Sound of Music”. Its a classic, right? But so is “The Grinch”.

As I am pulling out these pipe-cleaning look-a-like branches from a thin box, I find the directions on how to set-up a christmas tree. “Need help? Do not call the store, go to our website” was in big red letters on the little pamphlet. “Man,” I muttered under my breath. “I can’t even get instructions when (and I will) mess up this pathetic tree?” I just shrugged my shoulders and continued on trying to figure out what branch goes where, standing it up to find another connecting part. Pretty soon I was able to connect the  bottom half of the tree with the little stand that the manufacturers supplied in the cardboard box. Standing in the corner, I couldn’t help but notice the top part of the tree was rather crooked. I tried and tried to straighten it out. The bottom half of the tree was straight, maybe a connecting part to the top was off kilter? No. I discovered that the whole stem of the tree shifted to the left.. Just my luck to buy a tree at such a low price only to have a malfunction… Oh well, it will have to do.

Next comes lights! I can do this! We have new ones from last year still in the box! This will be easier to set up on this tree! I remember when I was little and my father was in charge of getting the lights up on the tree, he would stretch them across the living room to see if they all work together. It reminded me of being on a stage (which I was accustomed to because of my dance recitals) so that is what I decided to do. Although it was a little tree that I had bought, the same memories of my father were appearing in my mind while I checked every bulb connection. Finally I was able to set them on the tree in windy-fashioned from the top branch to the base. As I finish my task, I realize that I started with the wrong plug. Now in my house, I am all for feminism, equal rights and what-not, but I didn’t know that it had to do with the ‘female’ plug on top and the ‘male’ on the bottom of the tree. I needed it to plug it in the socket that was next to where I had set the tree up. After I had the pain-staking task to remove all the lights off the tree and turn the ‘little gems’ back around so they will fit accordingly. After I finished doing this, I sat down on the couch, looked at my sorry little tree and threw up my hands. Oh well, it will have to do.

Now it was time to decorate…REAL decorating! I found a string of red beads to string along the tree. It wasn’t a very gaudy color

Christmas Tree 2013 at night

Christmas Tree 2013 at night

and  I thought it would look quite nice with the surrounding ornaments that dangled back and forth. I had also found a few momento ornaments from when I was young and what my daughter made for me when she was a child. I still have to get a few things to make it ‘my own’ christmas tree. I have to also put up my daughter’s Christmas stocking and my cat Shaddow’s Christmas stocking. Can’t forget about our furry family members! :) As I look at my little Christmas tree, I think to myself “Oh well, it will have to do”.

Merry Christmas Everyone! :)

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