Friday, February 8, 2019

PERSEVERING

The View from the Patio

February 7, 2019                                  Yolanda Renee © 2019

The View from the Patio is going to remain the same, but the viewer is off on another adventure. To keep the original goals made for the year I need to step away from the computer, except for writing of course.
I’ll miss you all, but damn, there’s only so much time in a day!
Wishing you all a warm winter, and a bright and colorful spring.
Until next time….
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The path from dreams to success does exist. May you have the vision to find it, the courage to get on to it, and the perseverance to follow it.
 Kalpana Chawla

You must enjoy the journey because whether or not you get there, you must have fun on the way. 
Kalpana Chawla










Wednesday, February 6, 2019

IWSG - Hobbies






 Question - Besides writing what other creative outlets do you have?

I’ve tried a few different things. Sewing, knitting, painting, cooking, and crafting. But I’ve not stuck with anything the way I have writing. I find these other options as a nice break when I need it.

  



The awesome co-hosts are
Raimey Gallant, Natalie Aguirre, CV Grehan, and Michelle Wallace!



The stand-in Book Cover for Murder, Just Because


Yes, that's blood...

Friday, February 1, 2019

Revenge & Progress


The View from the Patio

January 30, 2019                                  Yolanda Renee © 2019

I’m thrilled to be in the editing process with my 5th Detective Quaid Mystery, Murder, Just Because. I hope to publish it this spring.
In this book, Stowy Jenkins escapes from prison. Revenge is his goal.


A middle-class neighborhood. A quiet street. People going about their daily business with no awareness that a monster moved amongst them. Stowy arrived home to an empty house. He used a key he’d hidden ten years earlier and was surprised when it worked. “I don’t know why, but I thought for sure she’d have changed the locks,” he said to no one as he stepped into the immaculate kitchen. 
After a shower, and a bubble bath, Stowy cooked up a massive helping of steak and eggs. He was just finishing his meal when his mother came home. She had several large shopping bags.
“You’re alive! She screamed and dropped her packages.
“Sorry to disappoint you Mother, but, yes. I’m very much alive.”
“They said your plane went down. Everyone said you were dead.”
“And in your grief, you just had to go shopping. Have you already cashed in on my life insurance?”
She hugged her son as he sat at the table. “Oh, Stowy, my baby. You know shopping has always been my therapy.” She kissed his head. “So tell me. How did you do it?”
“I’m tired. I need to rest. Where’s that no good for nothing Zeke Savon? I have a bone to pick with him.”
“He left a week ago. Said he was going to the prison to see you. Didn’t you see him before your flight?”
Stowy shook his head. “And you’ve heard nothing from him. I thought you two were getting married.”
Fern laughed. “That pig. Over my dead body. Sure, we came to an understanding but marriage. No!” She insisted.
Methinks you protest too much. Zeke sent me nothing but glowing texts about you and your burgeoning relationship.”
“I played the game. I had to or lose my life. You know how cruel he can be.”
Stowy stood. He grabbed her by the throat. “Cruel? You call his love for you cruel? You called it adoration when you submitted me to your version of love!” He squeezed hard and drug her back to her bedroom. She tried to fight, but he was too strong. She dug her nails into the skin of his arms. He threw her violently to the bed. “I learned a lot about you and myself, mother. Prison’s been an unexpected good thing for me. Your old tricks will no longer work. As far as I’m concerned, you’re already dead.” Using the handcuffs that were already attached to the bed, he secured her hands.
“I’ll sleep better knowing you're incommunicado too.” 
“Oh, Stowy, you’re wrong. So wrong. I could never, ever—.”
“Shut up, Mother,” he said and stuffed a ballcock into her mouth and secured it. “I’m glad to see you still like your toys. I’ll be back after a good night’s sleep. You better hope it’s a good one too, or you’ll never get out of this bed!”
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UPDATE:         I hit 10,000 steps, I’m also walking daily and before opening the     computer. One month down 11 more to go. 

HAPPY FEBRUARY, EVERYONE!