Wednesday, December 11, 2019

WEP - Footprints

The novel finally published.
I found a new WEP challenge.
But no matter what was tried.
my mind was fried.
So I went for a walk on the beach.
Hoping for inspiration and peace.
The sky was very blue.
The ocean too.
Clouds floated silently by.
Overhead the seagulls flew high.
My thoughts wandered
As I pondered and pondered.
With no success.
My ability to concentrate was a mess.
Frustrated and blank.
My hope to participate sank.
Inspiration via nature had failed.
All dreams and schemes had sailed
No matter the number of prints in the sand.
I’ve no story of love or murder at hand.
So, I hope you won’t care.
That I’ve only two silly little poems to share.


What if you only got one chance at love?
 Is it your choice or your heart's choice?

Imprint of Love

Chivalrous, my first impression of you.
It didn’t hurt that tall, dark, and handsome fit too.
Our connection felt real.
A true match the deal.
My heart was bound after that first date.
The truth I learned came too late.
We were more than compatible
But your lie was unsurmountable
While the relationship was ideal for you.
Love takes two.
My heart shattered, and my folly upended.
With a shrug, your goodbye was rendered.
Unrequited affection the worst anguish of all.
Because despite my correction.
My heart had permanently defected.
For one love, this life was granted.

Yolanda Renée © 2019

Happy Holidays!

Hi, everyone!

     I wanted to participate sooner, but things just never worked out. Why have I been away for so long? There are many reasons, but the best reason has to do with the complete remodel of our new condo. We got a great deal on an oceanfront view but had to take it down to the studs because everything in it was original to the mid-1980s. Doing so gave us a chance to make it our own, and what fun. Frustration, to the maximum, don’t get me wrong, but now, well, it’s perfect. We’re thrilled and finally enjoying our new home.

        I also finished Murder, Just Because. The 5th book in the Detective Quaid saga. It’s a brutal book, but I hope one where evil is balanced out by the love story.  The monster in this book, despite my reluctance to write him, made his voice heard. If you abhor extreme violence this isn't the book for you, love story or not!

         Hopefully, I'll move on to lighter, more fun subjects. In fact, if it’s possible, I want to write a more humorous book for the next Quaid story. Surely there’s a way to make murder fun/ny? We’ll see.

         I’ve made no goals for 2020 yet. I’m still working them out. An open book for sure—the fun will be in seeing what fills the page.

Thursday, December 5, 2019



Stowy’s new home, an A-frame chalet reminiscent of houses on an alpine slope, was replete with lovely exposed beams, a distinctive wiggle board treatment, and fanciful railings on the deck. Its expansive picture windows provided breathtaking panoramic views of the picturesque valley, and its open floor plan could’ve easily sprung from the glossy pages of a modern design magazine. But that was all for show. Nothing more than selling points to make any Realtor swoon. Stowy didn’t care about any of those things, because his real living area was underground. In the basement. Away from prying eyes.

And now that he was situated in his new base of operations, Stowy wasn’t going to wait any longer. He’d been fighting his natural urges ever since the escape, but no more. He had to do it. Had to. He needed it. Like a junkie without a fix, his skin was crawling with need.

He had to kill.

He felt safe. Cocky, even. Thanks to those Snowman-like murders Zeke committed, any blood Stowy shed now would just be chalked up to the copycat, that is, if he were sloppy enough. Who else would the idiots blame? After all, the whole world believed the real Snowman died in the explosion.

“Time to feed the beast,” he crowed as he loaded his kill bag.

Monday, November 25, 2019

Murder - A Holiday Gift!

It was a matter of beginner’s luck, but rookie detective Steven Quaid’s career and reputation as an elite investigator skyrocketed when he captured one of the most sadistic serial killers in Alaskan history: Stowy Jenkins, AKA the Snowman.

But that was ten years ago.

And now… Jenkins is back.

Escaped from prison and on the move, his bloodlust is stronger than ever, and his methods of torture are even more horrifying than before. As his bloody rampage continues and the number of mutilated bodies mounts, terrified Alaskans increasingly doubt Quaid’s ability to catch the killer again.

The detective’s reputation is on the line, and he’s going to need a lot more than luck, because this time, Jenkins is driven by more than the thrill of a random kill. This time, it’s more personal. He’s out for revenge…and his ultimate target is Quaid.

In a deadly game of cat-and-mouse, Jenkins starts picking off the people in Quaid’s life…slowly, gradually tightening his circle of corpses…and drawing ever closer to the most important person in Quaid’s life...his wife.

Can Quaid do the impossible again? Can he outmaneuver the killer, or has the detective's luck finally run out?


Please note: The Snowman's return is violent, brutal and not for the weak of heart. Read at your own risk.

Monday, November 18, 2019

Sunday, November 17, 2019

A Funny Thing Happened . . .


A week ago, I was going gangbusters on my goal to write the 6th book in my Detective Quaid Series called A Passion for Murder. But then it all came to a sudden stop!

At first, I thought it was just a little burnout or the dreaded writers' block, but the truth – I’ve grown to hate my subject matter. I simply couldn’t write another graphic murder. It’d become too much. I thought, wait a day or two, or three and work on finishing the edits for book 5, Murder, Just Because, but the same thing happened. MJB is a book I’d hoped to have published by years end, but I couldn’t stand reading the chapters where murder had occurred. These were words I’d already written, but I wasn’t interested in rereading them.

 If I can’t read my words why would anyone else? 

I recently read a quote that said, “Failure can be a comma, or a full stop. You choose.”

While I’ll fail to win at NANO this year, I’m hoping my “Full Stop” is only a comma and that I’ll figure out my next writing path soon.

But at the moment, this is where I’m standing - on a road with no clear direction.

Photo by Oliver Roos on Unsplash

Friday, January 25, 2019

Full Moon

The View from the Patio

January 20, 2019                                       Yolanda Renee ©2019

My pictures of the full moon never, ever do it justice. But thanks goodness there are plenty of folks who know how to take a professional photo that does.
Even more interesting than the pictures are the names for each full moon. All provided by the native Americans.
January’s full moon was known this year as the Super Blood Wolf Moon. Because of the closeness to the earth and the eclipse. Which was a real treat to witness, and it did turn red. Sadly I didn’t get a picture, at least not one that you would recognize.
But for your information here’s a list of the upcoming moons:
February 19th      Snow Moon -
March 20th          Worm Moon
April 19th            Pink Moon
May 18th             Flower Moon
June 17th            Strawberry Moon
July 16th             Buck Moon
August 15th         Sturgeon Moon
September 14th   Harvest Moon
October 13th       Hunter’s Moon
November 12th    Beaver Moon
December 12th    Cold Moon
The Farmers gives more details if you're interested.
For me, just researching this blog brought an idea for a new series of murder mysteries. Yay for research!
How are you progressing with your goals, writing or otherwise? 
My writing goals are suffering, but I have a lot on the table right now, so I can’t complain. Because I'm moving forward and still have that New Year glow and a positive outlook for the future. I hope you do too!

Friday, January 11, 2019

Beach Reclamation

The View from the Patio

© Yolanda Renée 2019                                                            1/10/2019

“Beach reclamation is the act of reclaiming a beach from erosion. In other words, sand is added to the area that was lost to erosion “reclaiming” the shoreline that once was.”
After several hurricanes, the beaches in Myrtle Beach almost disappeared, but this October they were reclaimed. A dredge scoops up the sand offshore and then it is piped to the beach in the form of a slurry, and as it’s delivered back onto the beach, the dozers spread and compact it. We enjoyed watching the work. They worked night and day, and the picture above is the result. A beautiful beach.
Here are a few pictures that really tell the story!

Very early in the morning. We couldn't sleep so we watched the operation.

The operators of these machines were amazing. They laid the pipe end to end with the skill of a surgeon

These pipes weren’t welded together. A larger end was slid onto the smaller end, and all by the large dozer. Like I said amazing skill!

The slurry was very colorful when it first started through the pipe.
This eight-story machine was used to measure the shoreline so they could determine exactly how much and where the sand was needed.
Just a big truck on long legs that goes out into the surf.
Watching it work was really fun. Especially the night it got stuck in the surf. They worked for hours trying to rescue it. Eventually several of the dozers, via cable, unstuck it. It was then driven back to the beach under its own power. The waves that night were fierce, not nice and quiet like the first picture.

I almost forgot some of the best fun was the way the tourists tried to cross the construction area. The company used fences, yellow tape, signs, and several guards. We were surprised by the number of people who ignored all of it and walked into a dangerous construction zone. All of them were stopped by the guards, and most were kind, sort of like, “Oh sorry, didn’t see that barrier. Didn't notice that you were working.” But some of them were belligerent and hostile to the guards. To no avail though. Still, it was fun to watch. “Oh, you have a sign. Sorry, I can’t read!” 😊

I hope you enjoyed the view. 
Tell me a little about yours!

Friday, January 4, 2019

What is a Word Worth?

The View from the Patio

© Yolanda Renee 2019                                      1/03/2019

         Welcome to 2019 and my attempt at blogging with a purpose. The View from the Patio will feature the actual view on the day it’s written, and the subject is open.

What is the purpose? Good Question. When I figure that out, I’ll let you know. 😊

Since it’s the New Year, I’ll speak to resolutions. The age-old attempt by most of us to start the year with a new goal.

This year I resolve to be real.

To be ME! 

In other words, I’m going to do exactly what I want, when I want, and for whatever reason I choose.

In the past, I’ve played it too safe. I’ve been whatever everyone else wanted me to be. Setting myself up for failure, heartache, and disappointment. Well, no more!

Today I felt like writing a blog, and this is it. Who knows, tomorrow it could be a new novel, an old book, or fun at the library doing research. Or I might write a short story, flash fiction, or poetry. And the most exciting thing is, if I get really ambitious, I might even submit for publication.

We’ll see.

Why the laissez-faire attitude?

Because I can.

Now onto the real subject of the day: I was recently asked to apply for a writing job. It was an opportunity to write short stories in the horror genre.

The parameters were that I’d retain no rights and my name wouldn’t be used. The rate of pay is one cent per word.

3,000 words = $30

5,000 words = $50


10,000 words = $100.


Yeah, my exact response.

I’m a cheap date, but I found that offer to be an insult. Especially when you consider the time and effort involved in the creative process. Or am I the only one who struggles over every word, sentence, and paragraph when I write?

I know my words are worth more than a penny, but what do you think?

How much is a word worth?





remember to
keep it real!

“The greatest challenge in life is to be our own person and accept that being different is a blessing and not a curse. A person who knows who they are lives a simple life by eliminating from their orbit anything that does not align with his or her overriding purpose and values. A person must be selective with their time and energy because both elements of life are limited.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls