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Isn’t this exciting?

September 5, 2012



I realized something the other day. Or maybe, re-realized something might be the better terminology for what happened. Going through old notes and comparing them with new information has solidified my belief that though a great portion of what happened was local… its key players, the  ones Grim specifically took his orders from lived well above the gnat line. Would you like to share that information with folks, Grim? I could, but you knew (them) him so much better than me. You remember him, right? He goes back a long way with you… your family. It’s a legal thing.

You must have been both sad and relieved when he died a year or so ago. After all, he had so much on you…but the tables were equal. You had a great deal on him too. Like the stories about him and his counterparts and their lusty visits to the big V. Their activities. Especially the one’s after dark. Ok- not always after dark. Some folks saw things in the light of day. In fact, wasn’t it you who used to hand the name of your friends to the other man with the red sports car? You know- the guy who used to pick up Jessica. Yes! That guy…He used to pick Jessica up and deliver her like pizza to your pal… and his friend too. You were such a friendly lot! Sharing stories, sharing hookers, sharing money, murders and lies. Gosh! You just have to admire how tight you all were. Sans, the conspiracy to keep this little thing hush-hush.


There’s just one problem with the whole thing, Grim? Secrets are meant to be told. Promises to be broken and lies meant to be uncovered.


What did R say?

The attorney got Jessica pregnant…who became a Lieutenant later? Who flew into the sandy little burg of Valdosta the night Charley was murdered? Why would he do that? To save your ass? Not likely…more likely to save his and making sure you didn’t screw things up! After all. You were  just a kid then, making a whopping couple of grand a year for your law enforcement efforts. A real rookie. Didn’t seem fair to you. Doing all their dirty work. You needed more. “Your man in Atlanta” needed help. You needed money. It was a perfect fit. Too bad Jessica had to gum things up. The pregnancy… the attempted suicide. It presented a problem. But when she told Charley and Roxanne? Whew… that really screwed things up for you and your friends. Why?

Because unlike you- they had plans- big plans! You can’t get to New  Hampshire with that kind of crap hanging on your tail. Think how bad it would sound in the press?


Noooooo… you and your attorney were right. Things had gotten way out of hand. Sex was one thing, porn quite another–but having her go public with everything on tape like that? Eeeeeeeew…ouch! What would the wife think? What would the headlines say? High ranking officials tied to porn films and murdered hookers? Golly! Wouldn’t Hollywood love that kind of story? In fact…they do!



Have a swell day, Grim.



You were right about being in the movie! Another psychic has confirmed it. Get ready for your close up, Mr. Reaper! Oh… and don’t worry about make-up for that silly old scar from Roxanne under your eye. Those folks in Hollywood will make sure it stands out enough to be seen on film. And even if they don’t? Don’t worry- I will. I’d hate for you not to get the credit you so richly deserve! I promised Roxanne I would do everything I could to help you with that. She wants to make sure you look your best for her murder scene. You, Mr. Muddy Boots, the MOT and the other man- the 4th in flannel. She’s having a little trouble with her lines. It’s hard you know- speaking with a broken neck… but I promised to hep her through it. Who would have ever thought such small town folks could make it so big! Golly, Mr. Reaper… can I get your autograph? Oh wait. That’s ok. I already have some of your handwriting on a map you drew for me once. That will have to do for now.


I know your anxious for all this to come out before you die, so I’m working real hard on editing the book and promise to get right on the screenplay as soon as I am finished!

Isn’t this exciting?

It’s still all about Grim!

September 3, 2012


Today I feel reticent to write… not certain why. Maybe just a tad bit melancholy as summer seems to be waning. Went for a swim yesterday in the lake. The water, churned up by seasonal patrons had a bit of a chill at the lower levels it had not had the week before and a few leaves lolled about the shore.

Time moves forward…things are ready to change.

Normally, I would be the cheerleader that stands at the edge of this season and rallies its way out the door- but there is something different about this summer that makes me sad to see it leave. Perhaps it is because it was the first summer under this roof- with this view and the promise of an untainted future. From here on out, everything becomes about building memories in this space. No longer searching for a home, we have created one here and it feels solid. The children came and went yesterday and it now feels more settled. Their life is an hour away and while I rue the distance, because I work there- I have access to them more often than naught and that tends to keep me sane.

School starts up again for me next week and it will be back to the grindstone. Minutes for casual stream of conscious writing will fall by the wayside as more determined tasks require my attention. The fall show is upon me as well and so with much to do, I wander between my need to edit the book and my need to enjoy this last bit of literary freedom.

You will want to know about Charley of course… what he’s thinking… has he come through of late… what more can he share…what are the signs?

Another psychic has come through and finally I can put the identitiy of G’s lover to rest. Grim knows who I am talking about, for the association to him is strong too. Wow…. how to sell this one? Who would ever believe this man was in so deep? The stakes are high-sky high!

I saw a feather yesterday. It floated at the shore beside my foot. I was happy to see it, for it meant I had not lost the connection to the other side. This has been a remarkable year, filled with living on so many levels. For those of you who see the 11:11 and the numbers patterns: 111, 222, 333, 444, 555, 666, 777, 888, 999 and all the crazy combinations in between… tilt your eyes to the skies and keep your mouths hushed and yours ears open. Something is happening. A global awakening if you will- a time when the veil between life and death is thinned. Speak to those you have lost- ask them for guidance and support on this side. Listen to what they have to say…learn the shorthand of the dead, for their Karma is to help us become our higher selves.


A feather… a small and insignificant feather floated in the water. They are always a sign and Charley has never defaulted on signs. What message will he bring me today?


The agent wants me to give the book a new title, so I will work on that. I can tell you that for a brief second, I bandied about the title of, “Grim’s Fairytale.”  Catchy, eh? I thought so too. But then I realized; it’s not really my job to flatter him- it’s to convict him… so I’m torn.


I know, I know…it’s not all about him. But in a sense… it is! Oh… but here’s my favorite so far.

Picture the cover art: a coffee cup being held by a woman’s hand with bright red fingernails. She is pouring out the last drop of coffee from it… but it’s actually a drop of blood. The Title will read, “Good to the Last Confession.” Don’t you just love it? My husband says it sounds like a chick book, but he hasn’t read it yet! What do you think?


You’re right…either way? It’s still all about Grim!

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