Guest Post at Karen Ingalls – The Contract

Karen Ingalls

 

Today Gwen Plano and I are being hosted by Karen Ingalls who is helping spread the word about the contract.

You can visit her here. http://kareningalls.blogspot.com/2018/06/the-contract.html

 

About Karen

Karen Ingalls is an award-winning author, blogger, and public speaker. She is a retired RN, has a Master’s Degree in Human Development, avid reader, and author of three books. Her purpose is to raise awareness on health/wellness, promoting the benefits of reading, and being supportive of authors. She is an active member of Rave Reviews Book Club, Cheryl’s Books and Sweet Tea, and GoodReads Support for Indie Authors.

All proceeds from Outshine: An Ovarian Cancer Memoir go to ovarian/gynecologic cancer research. Karen is available at no charge to give presentations about gynecologic cancers.

A favorite quote is: “Find a seed at the bottom of your heart and bring forth a flower.” (Shigenori Kemeoka)

Thank you so much, Karen

Views of the Neighborhood – Nashville Indiana

I am in Nashville Indiana to attend the High School graduation of my granddaughter. This week’s Views of the Neighborhood will give you a small taste of the town.

On the outskirts is the Bean Blossom overlook

Spectacular view.

Another View.

The reason for the trip. My Summa Cum Laude grandaughter. Pay no attention to that old guy beside her.

The state bank building which is now a shop.

A view of the main street.

The county courthouse.

A memorial to those who gave their lives in service to America.

Another view of the main street.

 Peaceful.

Beautiful old building.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday – Prompt -Start with a Noun

Stream of Consciousness

 

It is Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again. This weeks prompt is “start with a noun.” Linda Hill describes the exercise as starting the post with a noun and then base the post on the noun. Sounds fun. If you would like to join in, go to Linda’s place and read how. Here is the link

https://lindaghill.com/2018/06/08/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-june-9-18/

Start with a Noun by John W. Howell © 2018

“Diploma.”

“What did you say?”

“I said diploma.”

“Okay, and what is that supposed to mean?”

“Well this weekend is graduation time, and I was thinking of all the young people who are getting their diplomas.”

“So what deep thoughts do you have?”

“Nothing deep.”

“Not surprising.”

“Just a feeling of hope that all the dreams that go with a diploma have some chance of coming true.”

“You said nothing deep. This sounds pretty deep to me.”

“I don’t know about that. I do know that there is a sense of newness around being recognized for achieving academic goals.”

“Oh, I get it. The diploma is a symbol of a new beginning.”

“Now that you put it that way, I say yes it does.”

“I have to agree with you.”

“And maybe one other thing.”

“Okay, what’s that?”

“I would gift each and every graduate with the best wishes possible.”

“Might be nice to wish each finds themselves in this busy world.”

“Yeah, that too.”

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

 

Another week in the history books. I hope it was a good one for you. As you may know, Gwen Plano and I are in the process of launching our collaboration titled The Contract. There will be a lot of information about the book during the launch, so there is no need in publishing another launch announcement here.

Gwen and I are so grateful for all the volunteers who have stepped forward to offer assistance. I will be reblogging each as they occur and it is hoped you can visit them and enjoy.

Today’s JohnKu talks about the kind of support being offered by the wonderful bloggers in our universe.

Support by John W. Howell © 2018

A wise person said,

That none of us is alone . . .

A book launch is proof.

Thank you all.

Thursday – A Little Personal – Backyard with Twiggy, Lucy, and Bailey

“Hey, Twiggy. What’s up?”

“Hi, Dad. I’m thinking of joining Lucy and Bailey in the yard.”

“Go ahead. Nothing should stop you.”

Lucy, Bailey, and Twiggy

“Well, except for that scary looking bird out there.”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, Twiggy. That’s just a harmless blackbird.”

“I’ve been reading about birds of prey, and at my level, one has to be careful.”

“Go to Lucy. She’ll take care of you.”

“Don’t you worry, Twiggy. That bird can’t hurt you.”

“I feel pretty good right here.”

“Just let him try something. He’ll have to answer to me.”

“So what is Bailey doing over there?”

“She is having one of her beauty sun baths.”

“Beauty sun Baths?”

“Yup. she lays in the sun and believes it helps her skin tone.”

“You and I lay in the sun.”

“But you and I know it doesn’t do a thing.”

“I like the warm though.”

“Yeah, that is nice.”

“What’s Bailey doing now?”

“She is rolling around getting a back itch.”

“Oh, That sounds good.”

“Go over and try it.”

“Hey, Bailey. Am I doing it right?”

“You certainly have good form. Give a little wiggle there.”

“Where you going, Bailey.”

“Ouch. Ear cramp. Gotta find Pops.”

“That does look like it hurts. What does Pops do?”

“He gives it a straighten out. Feels better then.”

“Ahhhh. So much better. Thanks, Pops.”

“No problem Bailey. Come on Twiggy. Time for a nap.”

“Can’t I just stay and have a sun bath?”

“Maybe next time. Right now you need your beauty sleep.”

Wednesday Story Day – AKA – Hump Day

How Many Days Till Friday?

 

It is Wednesday Story Day time again. Last week we were blessed with a visit from Gloria, Larry’s departed spouse. She advised Larry to take a re-look at the Sandusky case and to start living his life without her. Larry asked Micki if the visit of Gloria was real. Although Micki did not give Larry an answer, I think we all believe it was real. I see that Larry has left the fortune-telling shop and is going back to work. Let’s join him as he arrives in the detective bullpen.

 

“Hey, Schmidt. Can I talk to you in private?”

“Sure, Larry.”

“Let’s go in my office where we and have a conversation.”

“Lead the way, boss.”

“Close the door will you please.’

“This sounds serious, Boss. Am I in trouble?”

“No nothing like that. I need to bring you into a case I’ve been working on.”

“Whew. You had me going for a minute.”

“Schmidt you are the best I have. Your only problem is you don’t see yourself the same way.”

“Yeah, well maybe it was getting the crap beat out of me by my old man that made me a little insecure.”

“Well, whatever it is, you can dump it cause I think you’re the best.”

“Man. You’re going to make me tear up. So, what’s this case anyway?”

“It’s a cold case, and I’ve been struggling with it for about the last couple of months.”

“I don’t recall a cold case we’ve been working on.”

“That’s just it. I stumbled across this case while I was working the Sherman homicide.”

“Boy, you nailed that one.”

“Got lucky. Anyway, for some reason, a file got attached to the Sherman fille. I thought it was more information on Sherman until I looked at it.”

“File? What file?”

“The case is labeled Sandusky, and it goes back ten years.”

“Ten years. Holy shit. You mean this is a very cold case.”

“At first I just left it on my desk while I was getting the goods on that slimeball Sherman. Then a funny thing. Every morning I came into the office that damn file was sitting on top of anything I left the night before.”

“On top? Like someone put it there.”

“Exactly. At first, I thought I had left it like that but then came to realize I never opened the file since when I first found it. I made a concerted effort at night to put the file under the stack. Well, guess what?”

“Don’t tell me the file was on top the next morning?”

“Yup. Made the hair on my neck stand up.”

“I would have thrown it away.”

“That’s just it. I didn’t want to get rid of it. It was like it became a part of me.”

“So, what did you do?”

“I sat down and gave the file a detailed read.”

“And?”

“Spooky shit I’ll tell you.”

“What kind of spooky shit?”

“Well I can give you all the details later but as a condensed version, think of a guy being murdered without a trace of any wound.”

“Aw come on. He had a heart attack or stroke.”

“Not according to the ME report.”

“So, what killed him?”

“His heart was missing.”

“What? Now, wait a minute. He had no heart and no wound where the heart should be.”

“See you are brilliant.”

“That’s impossible.”

“So, you would believe.”

 

 

 

 

Views of the Neighborhood – Guest Post by Mae Clair

I know it is a little odd to see a guest post on the day I usually run a Views of the Neighborhood. I’ve done this for two reasons. 1. My friend Mae Clair is launching a new book and I want to help spread the word. 2. I am in Phoenix this weekend with no opportiunity to capture some sights there. So I am proud to turn my blog over to Mae Clair.

Many thanks for having me as your guest today, John! I’ve been making the rounds with my new mystery/suspense release, Cusp of Night, a book that uses dual timelines and elements of the supernatural.

For the past timelines, I delve into aspects of Spiritualism in the late 19th Century. This was a time when sham mediums were so common many of them advertised their services in the classified ads of local papers. People were intrigued by oddities, flocking to any traveling circus or sideshow, lured by promises of seeing three-legged men, conjoined twins, or bearded women. Is it any wonder they believed someone could breach the Aether and connect with spirits in Summerland?

Some mediums of the day were magicians, others genuine, still others, charlatans. The frauds were deft in plying their trade and used multiple trick to swindle their customers. Below are just a few of the most popular:Victorian woman holding candlestick looking out rainy window.

A medium would research the background of “sitters” who planned to attend their séances. This included visiting cemeteries to learn family ancestry and asking seemingly innocent questions of townspeople to garner inside information.

Mediums often had trap doors and sliding panels installed in the rooms they used for séances. This allowed assistants, made up with costumes and wigs, to appear from the darkness in the guise of spirits summoned from the grave.

Other times, a medium might use balloons, painted with faces. These would bob from the darkness on invisible wires or would be held by assistants cloaked head to toe in black. Sitters would take the ghostly representatives as the embodiment of departed loved ones.

A skilled medium—many had honed their trades as magicians or ventriloquists—could throw their voice to make a disembodied balloon (or other object) seem a spectre from beyond the grave.

Cheesecloth was often used to create “ectoplasm.” Mediums concealed this in their mouth or other body cavity (yes, even intimate ones) to produce ghostly manifestations. In later years, mediums would strip nude, allowing themselves to be probed to make certain nothing was hidden anywhere. The skilled still had a way of getting around these examinations.

A medium easily produced “table tilting”—a common trick spirits employed to announce their presence—through use of a hook attached to a belt or a foot. Invisible wires were common ploys to produce everything from ringing bells and chimes to having objects soar through a dark room.

Charlatans knew what they were doing, but Lucinda Glass, the medium in my book, had to learn the tricks of the trade to rise above the circumstances of her birth. She’s mentored by a man who is determined to make her the toast of society. Unfortunately, not all turns out as planned.

Here’s the blurb:

Banner ad for cusp of Night, a mystery/suspense novel by author, Mae CllairBLURB
Recently settled in Hode’s Hill, Pennsylvania, Maya Sinclair is enthralled by the town’s folklore, especially the legend about a centuries-old monster. A devil-like creature with uncanny abilities responsible for several horrific murders, the Fiend has evolved into the stuff of urban myth. But the past lives again when Maya witnesses an assault during the annual “Fiend Fest.” The victim is developer Leland Hode, patriarch of the town’s most powerful family, and he was attacked by someone dressed like the Fiend.

Compelled to discover who is behind the attack and why, Maya uncovers a shortlist of enemies of the Hode clan. The mystery deepens when she finds the journal of a late nineteenth-century spiritualist who once lived in Maya’s house–a woman whose ghost may still linger.

Known as the Blue Lady of Hode’s Hill due to a genetic condition, Lucinda Glass vanished without a trace and was believed to be one of the Fiend’s tragic victims. The disappearance of a young couple, combined with more sightings of the monster, trigger Maya to join forces with Leland’s son Collin. But the closer she gets to unearthing the truth, the closer she comes to a hidden world of twisted secrets, insanity, and evil that refuses to die . . .

PURCHASE HERE

You can find Mae Clair at the following haunts:
Website | Blog | Twitter | Newsletter | Facebook | Goodreads | Amazon | Other Social Links

bio box for author, Mae Clair

 

Friday JohnKu – AKA – TGIF

 

TGIF

Another week has passed. I have often wondered if we all consciously attempt to put in the best week possible. By that I mean do we continually strive to fill the week with the kind of accomplishments that we will be proud to say we finished. I don’t know about you, but sometimes I’m just happy to have the week done. This is usually because of a specific challenge that has taken more energy than initially anticipated. It is that kind of week where I’m embarrassed to take stock of the progress of whatever it is I’m working on.

I tend to write the week off and hope the next will be better. I wonder how many times I have done that very thing. I know when I’m editing I tend to believe I’m accomplishing nothing. I know in my head that I am getting things done, but in my heart, I still feel less than stellar about the progress.

The one thing that really gives me the feeling that I deserve a gold star is when I have a good week of writing on my WIP. There can be no denying that a congratulation is well-earned. Why is it then that even though I do seven blog posts a week and handle over one hundred and eighty e-mails a day, none of that work gets classified as accomplished in my mind? Let’s not even mention the one hundred Tweets and thanks daily as well. Facebook, Pinterest, Instagram time? Forget it. Nothing seems to count but WIP productivity.

What the hell. Am I sick or What?

Todays JohnKu wonders about Social media productivity. Have a great weekend.

Social Media by John W. Howell ©2018

Social media,

Takes a lot of work daily . . .

To whose benefit?

Thursday – A Little Personal – Twiggy and Bailey

“I’ll bet I can make you blink, Lucy.”

“You know short stuff I have been in staring contests with cats and walked away a winner.”

“Yeah but you’ve never been under the control of Super Frenchie.”

“Tell you what. Bailey has been dying to play a game. Go do a staring contest with her. She’s easy.”

“Hi, Bailey. I’ll bet I could win a staring contest.”

“I’m sure you could, Little One. Right now I’m wondering about that black plastic wire on the fence.”

“Oh that. Dad put that all around.”

“Why?”

“Last week the neighbor was walking his dogs.”

“Oh, I get it. They tried to get in?”

“No. I actually ran through the fence and gave them what for.”

“What did pops do?”

“Ha ha ha. It makes me laugh when I think about it.”

“Tell me.”

“He jumped over the fence to stop me and had an accident.”

“An accident? Was he hurt?”

“Not really but he fell down flatter than a pancake. Like this.”

“Oh dear. How did you do with those dogs? They are pretty big.”

“The neighbor held em on the leash.”

“Well, that was good. You know Pops isn’t getting any younger.”

“Couldn’t prove it by me.”

“What do you mean?”

“He popped up and grabbed me like I was a fumble on the five-yard line and then ran in for a touchdown.”

“So he saved you.”

“I guess. After I saw how big those dogs were, I kinda lost my desire to bring ’em down.”

“I guess Pops doesn’t like five-yard touchdown runs given the black wire.”

“I’m a little glad since I can now act out without fear of having to perform. How about that contest?”

“How about a nap?”

“*Yawn.* Great idea.”

Tuesday – Anything Possible – Kreative Kue #176 by Keith Channing

In Keith’s words. “Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here – pingbacks don’t often work.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries, with links to your own blog or web site, next Monday.”

 

The photo

Kreative Kue # 176

Birdman by John W. Howell © 2018

“Hi, sir. We are from Channel Ten News and wonder if we may have a minute.”

“Well, it depends.”

“Depends, sir?”

“Yes. It depends on what you want.”

“Oh, sir we don’t want anything. We are doing a feature on unusual animal owners and would like to ask you a couple of questions.”

“I can’t see the harm in that. Okay, shoot.”

“You don’t mind if we film our interview do you?”

“Um. Where is this going to show up.”

“We have a feature every Sunday called Animal Friends. If this interview works out it will be this Sunday at ten o’clock.”

“Aw, that’s a shame.”

“Why’s that sir?”

“My bedtime is nine thirty. I guess I’ll miss it.”

“Do you have a DVR?”

“Why yes. Yes, I do.”

“Problem solved. Just record the show and play it back in the morning.”

“Do you know how to set the thing?”

“No really, sir I can’t. Maybe you can get help or use the instruction manual.”

“I guess my nephew can do it.”

“Okay then. How about those questions.”

“Shoot.”

“Okay, Leroy, start filming in three, two, one. This is Jefferson here with… uh . . .Okay cut. I forgot to get your name.”

“Aloysius Bronnowitz.”

“Can I call you Al.”

“You can call me Al. I like that song too.”

“Okay let’s go from the top. Three, two, one. This is Jefferson here with Al Bonnowitz who we’ve been told is a kind of bird whisperer. Hi Al.”

“Hi, Jefferson.”

“Tell me, Al, how did you become a birds whisperer?”

“I don’t think I know what you are talking about.”

“That bird, Al. It is sitting on your hand.”

“Yeah what about it?”

“What makes it do that?”

“Well, you see birds have these feet with claws. They wrap them around—”

“Al.”

“What?”

“We all know how birds perch. Why is it perched on your hand?”

“I guess it got tired of the tree limb.”

“Come on, Al. Give me something here. Not everyone can have a bird sitting on their hand.”

“I don’t see why not.”

“It is not that common, Al.”

“Oh, so you think I have special powers.”

“Exactly.”

“Okay. I am able to talk to birds.”

“Now we are getting somewhere. What do the birds say to you?”

“They say all kinds of things.”

“Like what?”

“Well, there’s ‘Tweet, twittle, tweet.’  Also, ‘Twee twit two hoo.”‘

“Al.”

“What.”

“Translate that for our audience.”

“The first was, ‘Look at that clean car.”‘

“And the second?”

“That reporter has a nice clean head.”

“Okay, Al. I’m not going to ask about your t-shirt and we need to be going. Thank you.”