MY JOURNEY

MY JOURNEY
SOMETIMES YOU REALLY DO HAVE TO DO IT WRONG TO FINALLY GET IT RIGHT.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Okay, I do apologize to anyone following my blog. I have neglected you over the past few weeks but I did have an excuse. Moving to hopefully the final house ever!!! Next, kicking and screaming, I'll only be pried from here to head to the assisted living facility. Circumstances explained, hope you accept.
Now for a good ole southern rant...school is back in. It happens every year. Here on the grand strand I have issues with the big yellow kid transporters. Why in heavens name do they allow school bus drivers to make stops on four lane highways? Let me expand on this.
Back in the ancient times when I participated the annual ritual known as school, a bus made one stop in the neighborhood. The pickup and drop off location was centrally located, requiring kids to walk blocks from most any direction to experience the right to ride. Hey, kids actually got a little exercise.
Grand Strand bus routes, here I go. Anyone who has visited Myrtle Beach knows that there are basically tow main roadways to use, 501 and 544. 501 can be a virtual parking lot most any given day, especially Friday and weekends, traffic bumper to bumper traveling at the speed of a snail. 544 is typically better but again, it is a major route.
Picture the big yellow kid transporter traveling the four lane portal to and from the beach. Why would the driver be allowed to make stops on a four lane major highway? I mean a lot of stops, every block in many cases, backing up two lanes of traffic behind it. And guess what, it's the four o'clock rush hour to boot. REALLY? Why can't you pull into the side street and pick up and let out the kids? Does this stop and go crap on a major four lane tourist roadway make sense? And why every stinking block?
I'm feeling Road Rage II coming on...and bus drivers be very, very afraid. Possibly this will be a subplot in the next Detective Trudy Wagner novel. Joy, Joy, Joy, this is only the first day of a school year yet to come. Puts a new spin on retirement pondering, doesn't it?

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Writing on the back burner, but many new plots are simmering in my little mind. I'm currently finishing up another novel, Lou Who, a little ditty about a lady with Alzheimer's who crosses paths with a long dead vengeful death who decides to take a ride in her body.


Here's my original thoughts on the plot:
A patient (woman) has been diagnosed and is going downhill fast.  An evil entity, spirit, time traveler or some unknown thing, possesses, reincarnates or takes over the body of the inflicted person, becomes trapped and struggles for control. The spouse, family, friends and doctors claim miracle, but then it begins to become unraveled when the creature within displays traits never displayed by the cured person. The doctors can’t explain the personality transformation, new ground being broken. The cured person (late forties to fifty-ish, in excellent shape until this happens) has an insatiable appetite for sex and murder. A vicious struggle for control of the person is a major part of the plot. Sadly, if the one battling the evil thing within wins, the ultimate cost will be a return to the clutches of the disease. The female body owner struggles with this decision, aware of the consequences, remaining healthy or dying. Does she allow this thing to share control or find some way to force it from her?
It has evolved greatly from my original thoughts from above and I've completed over 300 pages. The setting is Greenwood, S.C.


Characters

Emma ‘Lou’ Stetson (Alzheimer's patient)

Wade Stetson (husband)

Wyatt Stetson (brother of Wade)

Anna Stetson (wife of Wyatt)

Leanne Stetson (daughter of Lou/Wade)

Heath Stetson (son of Lou/Wade)

Liz Donley (female caregiver)

Doctor Kelly Garner

Doctor Manfred Peavy

Nurse Monica Sanchez

Detective Jack Yates

Fabian Pressley (student)

Spencer Misenheimer (parapsychologist)

R.W. Saunders (Ghost Hunter from TV series)

Elijah Blaine (Stetson family’s Preacher)

Raul Torres (rabbi-exorcist)
This is just one more of over ten completed novels waiting in the wings for their opportunity to see the light of day in published world. I'm thinking going strictly eBook on a few of them. It would be quicker and much cheaper. What do you think about that idea, instead of hard copies?


 

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Rainy morning from the 10th floor overlooking the great Atlantic, ain't life grand, grand strand that is. One lone fisherman straddles the waves patiently casting and longing for that big one. Walkers are sparse and speckled along the beach front, most wetting their feet as they stroll. The ocean, flatter than I have seen in days goes forever in the distance.
Move day for us has been canceled because present owners didn't meet the obligations of the agreement, were still being moving at 1:30 when we were supposed to do our walk through and they had canceled the professional cleaners, opting to have their daughter clean the house solo. Unacceptable!!! It was a tense encounter, us, the owners, two realtors and a pathetic bunch of snail moving packers and loaders. They were supposed to be done and gone by 10. They missed that estimate by about six hours. We used them our last move and they took twice as long as quoted. There is a method to their madness, getting paid by the hour, dragging ass and stalling, taking too many smoke breaks makes for a great paycheck. Yarboroughs, remember that name if you ever need a mover and then what ever you do, don't contact them.
We're beading back to house at 10, one more attempt at a walk through. Move day has been delayed until Friday. In a twisted way things have worked out with rain in the mix today. Tomorrow is supposed to be a sunny one.
Take a deep breath and it will be over before I know it....right? Life is too short to stress; keep repeating that over and over. Above dirt, so I am blessed.