Nanowrimo Idea

November will soon be upon us. I have been trying to find a great idea for a novel this month. I am still working on my murder mystery, but I really want that to be published. Although I have been developing characters and writing about their past. That I have been sharing with you and more is coming.

But this idea is fresh for me and exciting. I have developed an outline for it. I have a character named Alice. She is divorced, raising kids, working at a menial job, trying to find true love, dealing with her parents, her ex, and keeping up with her friends.

Life is an adventure. It is what we make it so I am gonna put myself in Alice’s shoes and get that message to you. I don’t know if I will post it all daily, but I will write it daily.

What is your idea for our Novel Writing Month of November?

Let the creativity flow and let’s find adventure together. Maybe even Miss Nose will get some jinky on.

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Working on details

When I was taking college English, the Professor asked us to break down our day. We could use a minute, an hour, a day, a week, or so on. But the idea was to break it down small and get those details in. He wanted us to first write a minute, then expand. Detail includes emotions, smells, sounds, color, and anything else to delight your senses.

It looks something like this:

It is morning time and I am going to make coffee in one minute or less.
1:01 I walk to the coffee pot
1:02 I open the lid on the back of the coffee maker
1:03 I pull out the coffee pot
1:04 I take the pot to the sink
1:05 I turn on the water
1:06 I put the pot under the running water
1:07 I fill the pot with water
1:08 I turn the water off
1:09 I take the pot to the maker
1:10 I pour the water in the back of the maker
1:11 I close the lid
1:12 I put the pot on the maker
1:13 I open the filler basket
1:14 I remove the basket
1:15 I take the basket to the sink
1:16 I rinse the basket
1:17 I take it back to the maker
1:18 I open the cupboard door while still holding the basket
1:19 I pull out the filters
1:20 I separate out a filter from the rest
1:21 I place it in the basket
1:22 I put the basket back in the filler
1:23 I pull the coffee out of the cupboard
1:24 I open the coffee and the smell from the grounds releases into the air putting a smile on my face
1:25 I grab the scoop
1:26 I fill it with coffee
1:27 I pour it into the basket
1:28 I scoop another from the coffee can
1:29 I pour it into the basket filter
1:30 I scoop another
1:31 I pour it in
1:32 I scoop another
1:33 I pour it in
1:34 I scoop another
1:35 I put it in
1:36 I scoop another scoop from the coffee can
1:37 I put it in the filter
1:38 I scoop the last scoop for the coffee pot
1:39 I put it in
1:40 I close the filler basket
1:41 I put the scoop back in the coffee can
1:42 I put the lid on the can
1:43 I push start on the coffee maker
1:44 I put the coffee can back in the cupboard
1:45 I put the filters back in the cupboard
1:46 I shut the cupboard door
1:47 I take a deep breath in smelling the aroma of the coffee

As you can see, you can get a lot more out of your stories by thinking about the details your character is going to be doing or facing step by step or second by second. Think of each step you take. Take time to listen to your heart beat as you take a step. If you can’t hear it, use a stethoscope.

Today, this is what I am working on for my stories. I am spending some time on the details. I want to make my stories pop and to do that, I have to remind myself that it is all in the detail. Now you can too!

Talking Characters

I have been working on my murder mystery for the UP lately. I have a strong male police officer as the lead but…. I then recently watched Dead North on the ID channel. Which made me think, should I recreate my main character as a woman?

If you haven’t seen it yet, do watch Dead North. You will see the beauty of the UP and know how vast it is. It really is a serial killers best place to dump a body.

I am working hard on this book. I am very open to input on what can make this an amazing work of art that everyone wants to read.  Please take my poll.

Let’s poll this and find out who will win a strong man or an even stronger woman!

Update with coffee for all

I have a notebook, like a real one with paper and a pen, that I am writing stories in. Once they are done, I will transpose them here for you to read.  I have also been thinking about using the voice recorder on my computer to “write” some stories.

Until I am able to get them typed up, have a cup of coffee on me!

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I need $18,000 dollars now!

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Have you seen the site called Millionaires Giving Money? I have been reading their blog. I have been trying since the beginning of the month to get a loan to buy the house I am currently living in.

The house is owned by one of my male companions relatives. She went to jail on a dispensary bust back in December and got out in the beginning of April. She never told us there was a balloon on her mortgage or even the amount owed. She just said pay it off and the house is yours. Now I have to move.

I am looking hard at other options to pay her off and get the house. The house only has a acre but it is a house and land can be purchased later.

The site has some interesting suggestions such as making a video and naming millionaires or billionaires asking for donations.  It names one fella who was donated a million dollars just for asking. He never said what he wanted it just that he wanted it.

So here I am thinking, “what if I ask Bill Gates for $18,000 US dollar bills”? I wonder if he would send it to me no strings attached. Maybe Oprah would? Who could be name drop asking for donations? I do rescue feral cats, spay/neuter them with my own cash. I rescue birds as well. I don’t take in many. The birds I rescued need a forever home and I am giving them just that. They don’t need to be flipped for money or abused any more. The cats are TNR. I release them with vaccinations and fixed. I tipped their ear too so anyone else catching them will see they are already done. I figure it is the least I can do. Since humans are suppose to be caretakers of the whole planet and not think they are rulers or gods of it.

Maybe I could ask some prominent people for $1,000,000 like the other guy.  You know what I would do if I had that much or won the lottery. Say hello to a medical spa and a resort spa for the rich and famous in the Upper Peninsula! I know some chiropractors and physical therapists who would join me in that medical spa. I doubt they would sell me the House of Ludington to make into a resort spa though. That is what I would do with that hotel instead of turning it into low income apartments. Escanaba needs to get some tourists in and get some money flowing.

Anyway, maybe I will make a you tube video. Maybe I will just say, “Hey, Donald Trump, can you give me one million dollars?” Why not? Let’s see where it can go.

P.S. I published this on my other blog so I am sharing it here as well.

A Little Easter Message thanks to the West Wing

I have been watching West Wing again since it is on Netflix. I haven’t seen it in eons. It strikes me how much this show really shows the American politics as it is today. I was watching “Take This Sabbath Day” and it hit me what the Priest was telling Mr. President. We pray for things to come and G-d sends them. It may not be G-d or the G-dess in form but it is them sending us an answer.

The Priest gives him the old story about a man and the flood. Then he tells him G-d sent you a Priest, a Quaker, and a Rabbi. All of them said the same thing and the President didn’t get the message. He did nothing to stop the execution.  You need to listen for the answer when you pray. But the story the Priest tells him has many different versions. Let me show you some.

“God sent a truck, a boat and a helicopter”

God Will Save Me

The Drowning Man

The Parable of the Flood

I Sent You a Rowboat

God Will Save Me My God will save me

There are a few.

Happy Easter everyone! May you have carrot cake and coffee after you are stuffed with eggs! Have a great day!

Tuesday in March

Good Morning Everyone! I know, I haven’t written in a while. Figured since it is quite right now at work to just update you all.

I am still working on stories. I did have a computer malfunction in which I lost several pictures and stories. Now I have to figure out if I can rewrite them or not.

I am sure you all miss Miss Nose and I promise as soon as I can get this UPPCO bill down to like $80 a month, I will be back at it. I doubt that will ever happen but one can dream.

I hope to win the lottery and stay home doing nothing but writing. I did win $4 on MegaMillions last Friday so I am excited about that.

I am hoping you all have a great Easter. I did make some baskets which I will post after I sew them together. All the parts are crocheted, I just need to put it together, then pictures for you all to see.

Hope your day is great and drink a ton of coffee for me! Happy Hoppy Tuesday! Meow!

 

 

A Day To Take The Coffee Out

I realize I haven’t blogged in a while. I know it is important to do. One should keep up with the followers and keep them entertained.

BUT……..

I am working on a very, very, very long story. I can’t believe how many words I have written so far. It is turning into a novel or even a novelette at this point.

I work, a lot, and many of my hours are just sitting, waiting. I have been using that time to write, read, crochet, and study to retake my esthetician written test.  I am certain the practical won’t be all that hard. Maybe.

Muscles and skin will be my business for a while which makes me pray that I can give up my other endeavors for the green stuff.

I do several things like home health care, pet sitting, house sitting,  cooking, and cleaning for people. But when you have to pay bills, every dollar counts no matter what you are doing.

I even had a spark to make some podcasts. I have been writing little radio shows. I am thinking about purchasing a podcast all in one microphone. Then I will need to assemble a cast to make each show, but I bet you will all love them.

When you are doing overnights and at the moment no coffee, you really need something to keep your mind alert and you awake.

I hope you have enjoyed our little update. Back to work I go. As I get my stories together, I will get them up for you all to read and enjoy. I will try to remember to keep you all updated on the progress as well.

Good night Upper Peninsula!

 

Happy New Year’s Everyone!

Today is 12/31/2017 and in just a few hours from now we will be in a new year of 2018.

I often wonder why we celebrate this new year holiday. Everyone just picks up where they left off last year. The first month is filled with goals that never become reality. Intentions no one really has the intention of doing.

This year, I am working on my goals. I am writing more and really taking my time to make sure the writing is great. Quality over quantity.  I know they say when you have a blog you need to write daily like it is some sort of journal where everyone peeks into your most private times reading them with excitement. But I can’t do that.

You see, my life is boring. I go to work, I come home, I go to bed, I eat, I take a shower, blah, blah, and more blah. Who really wants to hear this? I could tell you everyday about my driving adventure from Rock to Munising. Which is usually nothing more than the traffic jams brought on by the deer, turkey, eagles, and whatever else decides to cross the road that day!

I ended up crashing this computer and now have to pay for a software to find all the stories I was working on. Sad but true. I need to get some gravy money. Massage has been slow in Munising. It always is when the town leaves to warmer climate. That is what the residents do anyway. Munising is hopping in the summer though with all the tourist which is why summer for me is not a good time to blog.

Winter is the best time for me to work on stories and I have 5 I am working on right now. Yes, I keep telling myself to finish one, get it on the blog, and then start another, but we all know what our minds are like.

Right now I am working on a ghost story, a science fiction story,  a mystery,  trying to find a new Miss Nose story in my head since those are the ones I lost, and I came up with a new idea, books with crocheted dolls. Yep, working on that right now. I am writing the story and then I will crochet a character for the book. I am going to self publish the book which means the story won’t be posted on my blog. Well, it may be but possibly a link to a website where you can purchase the item.

Which brings me back to this New Year’s Eve celebration of ending last year and ringing in a year that is just another day marked on the calendar. What is it you really want to celebrate? Is it family? Is it friends? Is it what you accomplished this last year?

If it is what you accomplished, will you make a best of 2017 together? Like pictures, awards, stories, and the like? I don’t think anyone does that. I think this is a great idea to celebrate the end of the year with a highlight of what you accomplished. That would be a better celebration. As my Grandma always told me she wanted me prepared for her funeral. As I get older, I see that more and more. I get my Grandma more and more each day.

Another reason I sort of blog the big stuff in our life with pictures and places we went. Just a bit of a documentary for my kids and grandkids. This way they will be able to go to my blog and see some great stuff I did. Maybe they won’t have to rely on my memory and story making processes like I had to with my Grandparents. Although, their stories were great. Especially the war stories my Grandpa had.

Anyway, there is an update. Stay tuned for more great stories! 2018 will have them. My goal is to get them out to you as they are finished properly. Might take me a few months to do that, but I want you to have a better reading enjoyment than just some words thrown together quickly in a rough draft. My main reason for having this blog to begin with was to put my stories in print.

May you all have a safe new year’s eve and a glorious new year filled with accomplishments! May you have a highlights version of the year next year. I think I will work on that myself! LLAP

Ghost Stalker

I have a group on facebook. This is a flash fiction story for that group. Ghastly Grimoires.

My name is Radkim Heikkinen. I am now amongst the walking dead. I am some sort of ghost detective. I have no idea what I am to be honest. But let me tell you a bit about my story.

I was a detective with the major case squad. I was great at my job until one night it all came to a screeching halt. I was with my partner investigating a robbery that ended in murder. Little did we know the suspect was lying in wait for us. I came around that corner and that was the last thing I remember.

When I went to my funeral, I found out how I was shot. Thanks to my partner Pat. He told everyone how I took a bullet through my eye. Doesn’t surprise me that I didn’t even feel it. I had been shot before in Desert Storm. He told them all how he stayed with me and got blood on his best suit. I kept telling him not to wear that thing when we were looking for someone. I told him to save it for court. He never listened to me.

Jake came to me after and told me he was my guide to the heavens. I wanted no part of that. He told me if I didn’t come with him, I would be stuck here on the Earth to roam. He told me no one would see me or even know I was there. But I had a suspect to catch. I need to finish this.

Jake didn’t understand this at all. He left me with a phone number to call when I was ready. Who knew heaven had a fucking phone? I walked away from Jake and the light. I turned to the darkness to be seen. I turned into a ghost stalker.

I found my partner Pat with his new partner Jane. What a name, Jane. Who would ever name their little girl that, I don’t know? Jane has long blond hair and the most dazzling baby blues. She has legs up to her ears. She is young.

I wonder if I looked that young when I started major crimes? But I digress. You get that way when you die. Your mind seems to endlessly wander until you can pull yourself back to a thought process. Today the help there was Jane and her coffee.

Jane and Pat are on a new case but it involves the one I was just murdered in as well. The guy got away when Pat stopped to call for backup and an ambulance. I guess you could say he was a true friend. He never left my side. Now the guy is still on the loose and we need to find him.

I left Jane and Pat there at the desk. I saw a picture of the new spot he hit. This time he killed three innocent customers along with the clerk. This guy needs to die. He should have died before me. No one needs someone like this on the planet. All he does is rob and kill. What is the point to him breathing?

I found him! He is here robbing again. I decided to jam the gun with my finger. That worked. The look at this chaps face as he pulls the trigger and it doesn’t fire. I moved my finger slightly and the bullet came out the wrong end. It twisted a bit to his shoulder but I think he has the point now.

That is a good criminal! Turn and run like a coward! Oh and don’t forget to leave that blood trail for my partner! Good boy! Good BOY!

Now Pat should be able to identify you. All they need to do is call in the geek squad. Those guys will take their little cotton swabs and voila, you are known.

Come on clerk. Dial that phone. Call in the cops. Move it. COME ON! I don’t know why he isn’t moving? Guess I need to make him move. So I scream and a jar on a shelf next him breaks. The clerk jumps. He grabs the phone and dials the police.

That is a good clerk. Get my old partner, Pat, and his new partner, Jane, down here. Get them to bring the geek squad with them.

I stand outside waiting for my partner to come. I found myself smoking a cigarette while waiting. Weird being dead and still having my horrible habits. No idea where this came from, but I sure do love it. I notice my foot is up on the wall. I seem to have all my usual habits. I guess you stay who you are even in death.

Being dead is like living in a different dimension. This is one of the most awesome things I have ever accomplished. I don’t have to worry about that body getting hurt anymore. I now can freely take care of problems without stress.

There they are. Finally coming to the rescue. Late to the party as usual, Pat. I swear he will be late for his own funeral.

All cars come to a screeching halt. Tires smoking from each car, doors flying open in haste, people jumping out of them, grabbing their weapons from their sides, and running right up to the door of the establishment. It looks like some sort of Quentin Tarantino movie.

One of the patrol officers grabs the handle of the door and pulls it open like he is John Wayne in some cowboy movie and sticks his 9mm through the door first. Great way to get it taken from you, if you ask me. In they all move in a military formation. Ready to take down anything that moves.

Finding nothing but the clerk, they look surprised he isn’t standing here. Thanks for mucking up the blood, airheads. The clerk shows them the blood they stepped in, with the very nice trail, thank you very much, You see the bright ideas in their heads as they check their shoes. That’s right, call for the geek squad now. Can’t wait for the head sup of their division see you stepped in their blood. CONTAMINATION, dumbasses.

Come on, where is Pat and Jane? Oh there they are, talking outside to people and not in here working. Time to kick Pat in the ass. I kick the door and it opened nicely. I laugh, though no one can hear me, as it hits Pat in the back of his head.

Pat turns around to look at the door. It is great watching him look around, seeing no one who could’ve opened it hard enough to hit his head with it. Watching him rub the back of his head while looking inside the store is a wonderful feeling to me.

At least I got his attention enough to notice the blood. I watch as Pat sees the blood and follows it with his eyes outside. Following the blood trail, Pat grabs a flashlight from a patrol officer standing by. Keep walking Pat, you will find the bastard.

I keep up with Pat while he is on the trail to the suspect. I will do what I can to warn him before he is like me. Around the corner you see no more blood. What the hell! It is just stops right here? Come on now. Pat looks toward the curb. Oh, yeah, now it’s coming back. I bet he got into a vehicle and looky there, we have a camera.

I hear Pat on the radio telling dispatch to get the camera footage. He tells Julia to have the forensic unit find that plate number. Soon we will know who this guy is, if that is, the car isn’t stolen. That is always a possibility in these cases.

Pat and I always had a saying about criminals. They are like flies. Annoying as hell and hard to catch. But just like a fly, a criminal when whacked will die. Sometimes you need a fly swatter, other times you need fly spray. Either way you catch the little bugger and get it out of your hair.

I walk with Pat back to the store. Pat walks into the establishment and looks around. That’s it buddy. Find those cameras. Seeing one, he approaches the clerk and asks about seeing the tape. The clerk takes Pat into the back.

He pulls up the video. Pat watches it, as he does, he peers closely, rewinds, and there you see me. I am nothing more than a mist of fog, but you can see me. Pat keeps watching. I see he is trying to make out the face, but it is hard when the camera is in a downward slant. Unless the guy looks up and to the camera, seeing the face is always a challenge.

Pat tells the clerk he wants the tape this is on. He calls in the forensics person. I wait. Then I see who comes through the door. It is Beth. She is our best as far as I am concerned. This gal knows her stuff. She runs around telling everyone she is a real life Sara Sidle, but I tell her she is more Catherine Willows than Sara Sidle.

Pat takes a look at her as a patrol officer leads her into the office of the establishment. How nice! She did the smokey eye and found a dark purple lipstick. With her long dark hair and green eyes, this looks amazing. Pat always did have the hots for her.

It takes him a moment to compose himself after seeing Beth walk in. Beth gets straight to work getting the tape made from the computer it is on. Since she is on it, she helps herself to a few more files as evidence. I know what is going on in her mind. Possible inside job maybe. Could be. I had thought of that just before I died.

The night I died, I conveyed to Pat that we should check out who owned the buildings, who owned the stores, and see if there was any connection even a geographical one. My gut said something connected each place. Even if it was the same delivery man. There is something. I just know it. A reason each of these spots are being hit.

Looks like dear Beth thinks like I do. I wonder if I can get her a message somehow to really look at all this evidence in my head. Maybe if I try hard I can make myself appear to her in a dream or write a message on the computer. I have to figure this out.

I see Pat turn to leave and decide to follow him out. Let’s see where his gut takes him next.

Pat stands by the office door watching the geek squad taking samples of the blood. One found the bullet. I wonder if my print is on that thing? I wonder if ghosts have finger prints? The squad is taking pictures of the scene and casting impressions of the cops shoes that ran through it. Some cops are morons.

Pat stands here watching everything so intently. I never noticed this before. Did you always stand there looking like this? Funny how things appear differently when you are dead and an observer compared to being alive and doing.

Pat’s eyes are moving from one end of the room to the other. I am not sure what he is thinking. Finally, he starts moving toward the geeks.

I see Jane over there by the door. She looks uncomfortable. I see Pat walking toward Jane. I watch him as he looks at her. Come on Pat, train her. I know a new partner is hard but she needs someone to mentor her. Tell her what to do. Little sticky notes of reminders to help her solve cases.

She looks lost. I wonder what her last gig was in the police department. She seems uncomfortable even around the patrol officers. Most who come from the patrol division still behave like patrol officers. She behaves like she has never seen a crime before in her life. Makes me wonder if she was in the records department or even dispatch.

The most powerful time an old detective has on a rookie is when the rookie is a rookie. The newby needs guidance. Pat is just standing there looking at Jane. Maybe I need to make another disturbance so he gets the hint. Take her by the hand and show her how to be great.

Pat just stands there and finally asks Jane if she talked to anyone. Of course, she says no. What rookie would say yes? This is her first crime. She has no idea how to solve crime. Pat is the veteran here. Pat needs to be the teacher. Come on Pat, teach.

I have no idea what happened next. I was pulled to another location by forces beyond my control. Back to the robber/murderer. Lovely. I wonder if Captain Kirk felt like this when he was beamed away by Scotty?

Here he lies on a kitchen table with some guy with crazy magnifying glasses on using tweezers and a knife. Boy, you are stupid. Go to a damn hospital and have it done correctly before gangrene sets in. I guess stupid really does what stupid does.

Blood is dripping off the table and onto the floor. This is gonna be great. This guy is just gonna die for us. Feeling a little light-headed are we?

I sit there and watch this make shift emergency operation in a filthy kitchen. Cockroaches are walking all over this guy.

I find myself sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette. I guess old habits don’t die at all. I wish I had a beer when I find myself drinking one. Well, isn’t this convenient? I roll my eyes as I watch this show. Man, I really should’ve written a book while I was alive on the criminal stupidity mind. I bet it would’ve been a best seller.

I hope by now Pat has his head on straight and is teaching Jane some great work. But apparently I can’t will myself back to him. Instead, I get to watch this show.

This so-called doctor just told some broad to go to the butcher on the corner to get some pig blood. Nice. Dude, he is putting pig blood into you. I laugh out loud since neither of these idiots can hear me anyway.

How comical is it to watch someone giving some nutjob pig’s blood. Dude, you are so gonna die. Oh looky there, the light has returned. Even in death this guy is oblivious to me sitting here. That’s right run along into the light with Jake.

I wave hi to Jake. Jake shakes his head at me and walks this dumbass into the light. What a fool. Hospitals are the best place to be treated even if the cops show up. At least you are alive.

I am pulled back to Pat and Jane. They are now at the office. I wonder how to get a message to them that this guy is deceased? The answer comes in a phone call from a dispatcher. Seems the make-believe doctor put the dumbasses body on a bench waiting for the bus.

Now Pat will put two and two together. This will be case closed but my gut says otherwise. I still think this guy was way to dumb to pull this off by himself. Someone else will pick up where he left off. Mark my words.

But for now it is case closed.