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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.

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Murder, Just Because

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?

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

Happy Holidays!

Time to move on to what's important!

May your holidays be bright!

A Funny Thing Happened . . .

FULL STOP?

A week ago, I was going gangbusters on my goal to write the 6^th 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

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 19^th      Snow Moon -

March 20^th          Worm Moon

April 19^th            Pink Moon

May 18^th             Flower Moon

June 17^th            Strawberry Moon

July 16^th             Buck Moon

August 15^th         Sturgeon Moon

September 14^th   Harvest Moon

October 13^th       Hunter’s Moon

November 12^th    Beaver Moon

December 12^th    Cold Moon

The Farmers almanac.com 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!

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.”

http://www.experts123.com/q/what-is-beach-reclamation.html

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!

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

and

10,000 words = $100.

Wait…What?

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?

*****

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

HAPPY WRITING!

&

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

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

May the 'truth' find a new resurgence!

2019

WEP - A New Genesis

RIBBONS & CANDLES

A New Genesis

Snow was falling at an angry rate, and Lilith was sure God was to blame. She expected her lover, Lucifer, the man deemed most evil by all of existence, to arrive at any moment.

Watching the dancing flakes from her secure but opulent prison, Lilith waited with zealous expectation, confident that Lucifer would defy both God and the tremendous odds against him to rescue her from exile.

Their union was forbidden, but Lilith couldn’t understand why. Bringing heaven and hell together could be the beginning of world peace. She was sure that together, their reign would benefit mankind. Her love was pure and honest, and she knew she could calm the rage that had grown in Lucifer over their years of separation, leading to an increase in war, disease, and chaos. She alone could help Lucifer see reason, but would he travel the distance? Would he fight the odds for their sacred love?

Ten thousand miles of nothing but fierce icy winds and torrential snow at temperatures that could freeze even the depths of hell. Could her love guide his path, or would the Ice Angels win the day?

She re-read the note he managed to smuggle to her.

Dearest Lilith, my Love:

The night will not defeat us. Our love will be consummated, and peace on earth will result. Prepare yourself, my love. I’ll arrive at the stroke of midnight, and at dawn, a new genesis begins.

Forever yours,

Lucifer

Lilith bathed in rose-scented water and dressed in a seductive, silky white gown. She tied the ribbon of the gown over her breasts and thought of the moment when Lucifer would pull tenderly at its silkiness, and the dress would fall away, revealing all that was his, and his alone. She longed to have him take her in his arms. As for the fires of hell, Lilith’s touch would neutralize the inferno, and together, their children would rule the world.

The clock sounded the first chime of the midnight hour, and the candles’ flames leapt and grew more substantial. Lilith ran to the window and peered out into the vastness, struggling to catch a glimpse of movement through the blanket of snow. A smile touched her lips. There, in the distance, was Lucifer’s chariot, glowing as brightly as the sun. As he drew ever closer, the thundering hooves of the hell beasts shook the ground, and the spears and arrows of the Ice Angels disintegrated on contact with his flame, leaving a black quagmire of death in his wake.

At the last stroke of midnight, Lucifer arrived, and Lilith threw open the door to receive her Prince. She ran into the night and stopped just inches away from him. Their eyes locked, and without speaking, he reached out and delicately untied the silky ribbon that was hiding her from him. The gown fell to her feet in ashes, and Lucifer embraced his Lilith within a maelstrom of blue flames.

The next morning the headlines read: TRUMP DEFEATS HILLARY

FCA / 500 words

Yolanda Renee © 2018
All photographs thanks to UpSplash
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IWSG -- NANO FINISH

The Insecure Writer’s Support Group

Question - What are five objects we'd find in your writing space?

As I write I’m surrounded by books. I have a comfortable chair, the view or at the least the sound of the waves, a bottle of water, my laptop of course, and my cell phone.

An Update

This year I took the challenge offered by the National Novel Writing Month with the hope of finishing the 5^th book in the Detective Quaid Series, MURDER, JUST BECAUSE. I did it, with time to spare, but when I reached 50,000, I was burned out. I had to walk away for a few days. 

Thank goodness I finished right before Thanksgiving, so what better way to recoup than to concentrate on the holiday, family, and shopping. There's still, a long road ahead, but thanks to NANO I'm a lot closer than I was. 

The next step is to begin editing. Chapter by Chapter until the 2nd draft is complete.

I've begun that process this month. At first, because of the burnout, I didn't think I would, but now I'm proceeding. Ready, willing, and able to turn all these words into a book.

Don't forget this month also brings a new 

WEP Challenge - RIBBONS & CANDLES

Wishing you all a successful month and a truly lovely holiday!

National Novel Writing Month

I will be working on my WIP

Murder, Just Because

Wishing you and all participants

Inspiration
&
Time

May the writing Gods bless us all!

Consider joining us.

https://nanowrimo.org/

I currently have 23,609 words completed.
Goal is to finish!

See you on the other side.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Tara Tyler has honored me today with a horror post!

https://taratylertalks.blogspot.com/2018/10/hot-genres-horror-mashups.html

IT’S EVIL WE BRING

I await the hour

the darkest of night.

For under the brightest moon

I venture out to spread doom.

This warning I give.

Beware the wolf’s howl,

the swoosh of the witch’s flight,

and take heed the flutter of the bats wing.

Listen closely my dear

to the crunch of desiccated leaves

and the scurry of startled rodents

for I am as close as you fear.

Listen to the whispers.

Relish the cold.

Let it give you comfort

but remember, I am most bold.

Carry your lantern high

Protect its light.

But walk with haste

and confidence this night.

Just be prepared

To run for your life.

For I am swift

On this most blood thirsty night.

Forget the silver, and holy water has no sting.

For on All Hallows Eve

the monsters own the night

and it’s evil we bring!

Yolanda Renee © 2018

HAPPY Halloween!

What Do You See?

I’LL TELL YOU WHAT I SEE!

Look at me.

Do you see the evil within

the rage unchecked

and the fires of hell awaiting to consume?

Look at me.

Is surprise my expression

fear of the unknown

or sorrow from grief unfathomable?

Look at me.

Is it horror you see?

Do you feel empathy or

a kinship to the true monster within?

Look at me.

I’ll tell you what I see.

A heart black as night

a soul withered by sin and damned to oblivion!

Yolanda Renee © 2018

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!