Return to the Red Cliff Motel : Musa Publishing

Return to the Red Cliff Motel : Musa Publishing

Back to My Roots of Writing - "Return to the Red Cliff Motel" will be Released by Musa in November

After a long absence of writing what I know...I have returned to psychological thrillers. I am thrilled to announce that my latest novella - "Return to the Red Cliff Motel" is being published by Musa. It will be available in November. Small thrills come in mysteriously small packages. While this novella is basically a long-short story; it is action packed and will have the reader on the edge of their seat. Or so I hope. After taking a walk on the commercial side, I found that romances were not my favorite genre. Especially writing something I was uncomfortable with. Going back to psychological thrillers was like coming home. Home to insanity, madness, nightmares, secret pasts, religious icons, hidden clues - now that is home.

I want to write! I don't want to Post Insurance Claims! How do you a survive emotional/writing crisis?

How much time do you carve out for writing? How much time writing is spent on money making ventures?
I am at my cubical, 6 am…two hours have passed as I have processed insurance claims. While doing such mindless work, my mind soars and sours. As the seconds tick to the sound of my ten-key; I wish, desperately, that I were working on my latest book or writing an article.
Sneaking, I write a piece for my blog. I don’t know if anyone is reading, I hope so. I pray that someone is connecting with my words, and thoughts.
Does anyone out there in Blogsphere feel the pain of pent up labor chains? Do you want to escape at any cost? What, besides the obvious need for money, keeps you in your job?
Write back and engage…I know I’m not alone. I yearn to write more than emails.

Millionaires Pay Less in Federal Taxes; Not According to the Federal Governement

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Let's See Who is Reading....

Send an email to sliversreality@yahoo.com with the word CONTEST in the subject line. On November 1st, I will randomly select a winner of my first novel, "Slivers of Reality." The winner will be notified on November 2nd. No need to write anything in the content of the email. Mailing address for the winner will be acquired on November 2nd. Good luck!

Friday, A Long Week and Nothing to Show for it

Working in the real world can take more energy and zap all creativity. I am emotionally and physically an empty vessel with no way to express myself. Even as I blog, I search for meaningful phrases or temptors thought to progress my writing...Nothing!
I have submitted two hubs, have started a short story, and written two articles. I have made a triumphant return to Allvoices.com this week. After an absense of two months, I felt the need to make a bit of green for my work.
Any suggestions or comments on other so-called writing sites would be appreciated from my blogging audience.
I would love to post the adventures of writing by those that throw themselves out there everyday.
As for me...it is 5:15 am on Friday...I have been at work since 3:30 am - going to bed at midnight. I will sit in my cubical and post insurance until my writing takes off.
Tell me about you.
What do you do in order to write?

Massachusetts to Pass Alimony Bill

My opinion may surprise you!
http://www.allvoices.com/contributed-news/10467103-massechusets-law-proposal-to-cut-lifetime-alimony

I'm Backkkkkkkkkk

After a long respite from blogging, I'm back with a vengence. I will be updating this pre-historic blog to

Mexico Sues Arizona Over Immigration Law

Mexico Sues Arizona Over Immigration Law

Captain Commits Suicide over Gulf Spill

Captain Commits Suicide over Gulf Spill

American Idol; Does America Care?

American Idol; Does America Care?

Happy Holidays

To all of the supporters, guests, contributors and friends; the Happiest of Holidays this season. A prosperous, healthy New Year to each of You. Write on!
Cathlene Smith

A happy and joyous Thanksgiving to all my readers. This year has been difficult in every way never thought imaginable. Take tomorrow to remember what you have, not what you are missing. We shall overcome and gratitude is the first step.

Interview with an International Medium; Barrie John

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Seeking Spirit - an Interview with Medium Barrie John

Ghost Hunting

Last night was my first outing with the Wasatch Paranormal Society. It was exhilerating, cold and at times quite boring. As far as ghost hunting goes - that appears to be the norm. In one area, we were successful at making the temperature go from 38 degrees farenheight to 28 and back to 45 in ten minutes. The most astonishing aspect of this trip is that my dear Daddy, who passed away in 1981 used to work in this area. Hopefull we picked up some EVP's that he was with us. How do you feel about ghost hunting? Is it just a fad? Is it real? Are the techniques manipulated? Tell me your thoughts.

The Evolution of God

The Evolution of God; Or the Way I Altered My Perception to Meet My Needs

I came to the realization that the God of my Catholic childhood exists; formatting my creed and conduct. The God of my adolescence was present; tolerant of smoking in the parking lot, partaking in a bit of weed, and drinking on Saturday nights. The God of stability, ritual and composition from the days of rearing my children; cohabitates in this vessel as well. The God of the median of my life is the accumulation of experiences that directed my life thus far. The God of my swan song; I assume will revert to the one of my innocence. You can take the girl out of the Cathedral; etc.

The evolution of the species is received in society and scientific ideology; relayed in classrooms and revered as fact. Why not the progression of the spirit and the structure of religious thought? My own development with God corresponds with changes my life has experienced. God created me; yet did I alter God to meet my requirements? Did I fashion Him/Her in my own image; to my specifications; in order to prevail; free of guilt from my actions?

My core conviction is that all religions and followers of God, base their creed on love. It is prevalent in rituals, tomes and standards. Love is the foundation; pageantry enhances the encounter. Structures, days of the Sabbath, composition and pomposity may differ; but the essence remains the same. We are born of love; we treat others with the respect do them and we are rewarded with everlasting existence. I am not the philosopher of such ideals; they are vast. I am a student of my own theory; learning, living, misbehaving and repenting.

Have I envisioned a religion to satisfy my own desires – thus fulfilling the prophesy of all other theologians from Constantine to Jim Jones? Such extremes offend – yet, do they not hold similarities? Didn't these artisans of religiosity utilize the concepts of God and arrange them in a tapestry of ego and power; while offering: camaraderie, structure and fear of retaliation for sin?

Have I constructed a belief system convenient to my busy life? After all, if God is not contained in a building then I’m relieved of the duty to congregate for hours on the Sabbath. If God does not smite me in retribution for straying; have I excused my less than conventional ways? Did I conveniently concoct this theory in order to sleep in on Sunday? Or is God truly present in my heart and not within masonry and stained glass?

I have struggled with the question of my faith; never the lack of it. Will I burn in Hell or linger in Purgatory for not partaking in the Sacrament? Or, will I be embraced because of the love I have for the Deity and the commitment I have made to other's? My conviction to giving back more than I receive has ebbed and waned; but the desire and commitment stand firm. As I progress; I discover this principle difficult; yet more than worthwhile of my dedication.

I believe that Hell exists within; not in fire and brimstone. The demons inside: challenge me, torment me and pull me from my direction. My faith in God, aids my struggle against my own temptations.

I believe in Heaven; where I will re-unite with those past. Meadows are covered with lilac and heather. Insanity, cruelty and hatred are blown away like the seeds of a dandelion. Then why am I terrified of death? What if I am wrong? What if scientific theory, secular reconditioning and agnostic ideals are correct. What if in no more than the production of multiplying cells; only to expire into nothingness. The conclusion of oblivion to my ego is inexcusable; yet frightens the Hell out of me.

I choose; for my sanity and preservation of "the self" to believe there is something greater than I. The entity and creator of all is present in everything we sense. The existence of my being corresponds to the existence of a Deity that would take nothing and cohesively adhere it into what we know as the earth.

Remembering Kristallnacht

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The Night the World Changed Forever - Kristallnacht, the Night of Broken Glass

An Interview with a Ghost Hunter

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Interview with a Ghost Hunter: Gary Albone

A Writer's Pondering

How do you feel about seasonal writing? Do holidays spark a new inspiration? Do you specifically seek to write about the holidays - the good and bad experiences? I don't believe I've ever written a Christmas poem or Easter story. I haven't avoided the subjects of holiday; I just haven't felt the need to rush ink to parchment or finger to key. How about you?

An Interview with Medium Audrina

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Interview with Medium Audrina