Posted by: Author | November 29, 2021

Tuesday Tales- November 30, 2021- Annoying

This week’s word prompt for Tuesday Tales and its writers is annoying. This was a fun scene in my newest WIP.

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“On Sunday, the day of the arts festival, I fell down as I was stepping off the gazebo in the park. I did hit my head. And I woke up with the ghost of Andrew Jackson staring down at me.”

“What are you talking about? That’s nonsense.”

“What’s worse is I thought he was Thomas Jefferson. Boy, was he mad about that. Insulted him without intending to.”

“Speaking of mad, that sounds completely insane. Surely you were hallucinating.”

“I thought so too but things kept happening. More dead people speaking to me, asking me for help.”

Godfrey leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs. “What kind of help did Old Hickory need from you? Battle plans to share with Laffite and his brother?”

“Ha-ha very funny. Of course not. He’s very oriented to time and place just as we are. He’s not some memory reliving his glory days. Even if I somehow think he’d love that.”

“So you’re best buds with a dead president? Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Certainly not. More like acquaintances.”

He roared with laughter. “Do you even hear yourself?”

“Hey, you found Max right where I said you would, didn’t you? That counts for something.”

“Something all right.” He leaned back and studied her. “I learned he worked in maintenance at your hospital. Did you know him?”

“Nope. Not until I saw him in the corridor last night. I went down to the old nurses’ station so no one would see me talking to him—Can’t have them thinking I’m carrying on a conversation with myself.”

“Ah yeah, God forbid.” He touched his chest as if appalled. “Can’t have that.”

“You do know how annoying you are, don’t you?”

“That’s why I make the big bucks.”

Posted by: Author | November 24, 2021

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | November 22, 2021

Tuesday Tales- November 23, 2021- Lip

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word lip. My heroine is a nurse and is assisting with the police in the search for an abducted child. Two were taken, one got away and this conversation is with the father of the child in the hospital.

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“Well you sure helped my daughter. Your cop friend did as well.”

Lu’s laughter bubbled out. “I wouldn’t call him my friend.”

“Oh, sorry. I thought he was. He spoke very highly of you.”

“That’s kind of you to say.” I had no doubt Malcom Godfrey had words to say about me. Whether or not they were good was debatable.

“I’m serious.” Emily’s dad stood. “Anyway, I asked the nurse assigned to Emily about you. You said you got off at three a.m. and I wondered if you were off for the weekend. She said you were so I wanted to seek you out to thank you and to also thank you for bringing Detective Godfrey by as he’s really made Emily feel better about Grace and the possibility of survivor’s guilt if Grace isn’t found. I was worried about that.”

Lu’s wanted to tell him she actually didn’t bring Godfrey by. The detective barged in uninvited but she did think Godfrey did the child a world of good so she decided not to be churlish. Let the man be complimented. No skin off her teeth.

“He really did seem to understand that concept and tried to head it off, didn’t he?”

Emily’s dad nodded. “Makes you wonder about his own experiences, doesn’t it? After all, we’re all a product of them. Like you with your Army service, right?”

It was sure something to think about. “Absolutely. I agree. Hopefully, good things are in the future for Emily as she assimilates this experience into her life.”

“Your lips, God’s ears, right?” He opened the door. “We’ll probably be checked out by the time you come back to work. I wanted to be sure you know how grateful we are.”

“Thank you for saying so. We often hear complaints but not praise.”

“I’ll let you get back to work. Thanks again.”

As soon as he left, Lu decided to make rounds again to check on the staff on her floor to assess the status of various patients and their charts. Truth be known, she wanted to keep on the move in case Godfrey decided to pop into her office again. Now that the sketch was done, she had a vibe he’d be on to her again. That old phrase about a dog with a bone came to mind. “No offense Aneto.”

Posted by: Author | November 17, 2021

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | November 16, 2021

Tuesday Tales- November 16, 2021- Picture prompt

Sorry to be a bit late this week. I went to see my grandson for his 2nd birthday party- where the local fire department was nice enough to come to the park where he had his party to show the kids the truck and let the firetruck-obsessed grandson revel in a little bit of fun and learning about firetrucks. The three firemen were super good with the kids and even gave them each a fire hat. The down side was the 7 hour each way drive- so I stayed from Friday to Monday and thus, am late with this.

I picked the cemetery photo since my story features ghosts. 🙂

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“I’m looking g for information on the yellow fever epidemics as well as a family called Moreno. They may have died in one of the epidemics. They had a child named Elizabeth, called Lizzie.”

“There’s a book on some of the early families in the area. There was definitely a Moreno family. Also some Gonzalezes. They may have been related to each other. I’m afraid I don’t have much on the yellow fever thing. There were a few epidemics throughout the colonial period as well as the era prior to and including the civil war era. Most of the information is general. I’ve never seen anything with a central listing of the victims or survivors. Have you headed over to St. Michael’s cemetery? I think some of the graves there are marked with the Moreno name. “

“I haven’t. That’s a good idea. If you’ll point me in the direction of the book on the early families, I’ll take a copy of that.”

He walked her over to the other side of the freestanding book case. The little girl spirit followed along, skipping beside Lu.

“By the way, I’ve heard lots of stories over the years about some of these buildings being haunted. How about this one? Any spirits?”

The little girl doubled over in laughter. “You’re fibbing to him. You see me. Why are you pretending?”

Lu couldn’t answer the child so she merely raised her eyebrows.

“There are stories.” The employee handed her a book with a pale tan cover. “This is the one.”

She didn’t even look at it. “Have you seen any spirits here yourself?” Hoping he didn’t think she was some ghost hunting nut, she smiled. “Just curious. I love old houses. It’s not that I truly believe in spirits or ghosts, but I like to hear the stories.

Posted by: Author | November 10, 2021

Wordless Wednesday

Posted by: Author | November 8, 2021

Tuesday Tales- November 9, 2021- Eighteen

This week’s word prompt for the writers of Tuesday Tales is Eighteen. I had to fudge a little bit as I wasn’t able to figure out a way to actually use just eighteen so, mine has a date of the 1800s.

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The next morning, she got dressed early and headed to the genealogical library to see if there was any way to figure out who Lizzie’s parents were.

The librarian tried very hard to be helpful as they looked through some records on the Moreno family. There were a few Elizabeths but they all died as older women. None that passed away as a little girl. Lu didn’t have a clue about how spirits might present themselves, but she presumed if her Lizzie died as a grown woman, she’d present that way and at least know her parents’ first names.

Disappointed in not finding her housemate, she asked the librarian, “Is there a roll of people who died in the various yellow fever epidemics?”

“You might find that at some of the churches. They kept lists of parishioners, births and deaths so there may be such a list at one or more of the downtown churches, like Christ Church. I think they actually had a priest pass away who tried to nurse a lot of his flock.”

Lu wondered if it was one of the ones she’d seen in the park.

“Remember, the town was much smaller then so it wouldn’t be too daunting to visit the few churches that existed back in those days. Let’s see if we can find a record of the ones that were here from the seventeen-hundreds to like eighteen-fifty. Does that sound like your date range? The biggest yellow fever issue was in eighteen-o-two so we should be good to search that hundred and fifty year time frame.”

The woman worked tirelessly and Lu eventually left the library with a list of places to inquire. Who knew there were so many churches back then?

Posted by: Author | November 4, 2021

Lula Mae Haverstock

My great grandmother was Mallie Reba Phillips before she married my paternal great grandfather, Carver Houston Fowler. I used their names and personalities in my story called Carver’s Fall. LINK My great grandmother was sassy and born in 1894. Her youngest sister was born in 1915 and named Lula Mae Haverstock. I was lucky enough to know them all. My great grandfather died in 1976 and great grandmother in 1987– she was still raking her own yard at age 92 with a cane in one hand and a rake in the other. Her son, my grandfather, fussed at her all the time about it, but she didn’t care. She did what she wanted. 🙂 I like to think I get my spunk from her.

Great, great aunt Lula Mae died only 17 months after my great grandmother despite the age difference. Lula Mae was a spitfire. I always admired her as she was more than life-size in her stories and attitudes. She was a heavy smoker (probably why she passed at a younger age than her sister). She was a redhead and so glamorous even in her older years. Lula Mae served in the Army Nursing Corps in WWII and Korea. I remember listening to her talk and being fascinated by all she said. I’m sure she knew I was enthralled by her, but she always took the time to talk and laugh with us kids.

I bet you’re asking, “Why are you telling us all this, Jillian?” Well, I couldn’t decide on a name for my heroine for my NaNoWriMo story until my dad and I were talking about Lula Mae on Sunday and then it dawned on me, what better over the top character could I write than someone based on this lady who served with honor and distinction in two war zones? And who kept her joie de vivre despite all the things she’d seen and all the young men she helped save despite horrific injuries?

So, my heroine will share my great great aunt’s name and some of her personality traits–and will have served in the Army Nursing Corps.

Posted by: Author | November 1, 2021

Tuesday Tales- November 2, 2021- Arm

Since I started NaNoWriMo today with a new story– first time I’ve written in months–I am sharing here on Tuesday Tales. This is the opening scene- unedited of course. This week, the word prompt is arm.

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The park at Seville Square is usually quiet. Sometimes, there are school kids on field trips to the historical district who run off excess energy while eating their sack lunches al fresco under the shade of some of the huge oaks. Other times, when there’s a festival, such as the seafood one in September, there are booths of food, crafts, and activity centers for the children. Shoppers galore visit neighbors and friends as they mill about looking for treasure.

The Gulf Coast Arts Festival the first weekend in November had long been a favorite of Lula Mae Haverstock. But not this year. Not while she was flat on her back next to the gazebo, knowing she might have had a psychotic break and trying to hide it from all the concerned faces of the people looking down on her in dismay.

Vision blurred, she was unsure exactly how she got here, but she was pretty sure she was seeing some strange things. It had been a sunny day, but some kind of fog now lay over the park and wisps of smoke or something flitted in and out of her peripheral vision. Some actually appeared to be people—vaporous and in strange garments—yet not solid and touchable.

 Her friend, Amanda Bonds, patted her hand. “Are you all right, Lu? That was a nasty fall. Say something.”

All that came out was, “Thomas Jefferson?” Lu knew she’d probably suffered brain damage as she stared at one of the men standing over her. He was dressed in what she could only identify as maybe colonial garb, with a huge hat that actually reminded her of the style Napoleon Bonaparte wore. It made her head hurt worse trying to decipher what or who he was. Wasn’t Bonaparte older than Jefferson?

The man in the big hat looked at her askance. “Thomas Jefferson? Good Gad, woman. What kind of person do you take me for?”

Lu tried to shake her head, but it hurt too much. And now that she could focus just a little more she realized her left arm was hurting.  She reached over to investigate and touched something sticky.

Posted by: Author | October 31, 2021

NaNoWriMo 2021

National Novel Writing Month starts tomorrow, November 1. I’ve been on a bit of an involuntary hiatus from writing, but am determined to get back to it. I love the crazy madness of NaNoWriMo, so I’m hopeful I’ll get some words on paper this coming month. I hope to be back with more Tuesday Tales as well.

My NaNo story will be a bit of another ghost story, this one taking place in modern times but focused on the historical district of my hometown. We have a brilliant history here in the City of Five Flags—we’ve been ruled by the Spanish, French, English, Confederacy, and the United States. Significant battles have taken place here, a widow of a signer of the Declaration of Independence lived her after his death and is buried in one of our historical cemeteries. We even have the shame of having held Geronimo as a prisoner at one of our forts. This book will—hopefully—shed some light on some of our stories from the past with a fun little twist. Geronimo will most likely not make an appearance as I am not proud of how the community treated him—like an exhibit in a zoo —breaks my heart. I want the novel to be mostly light-hearted, so I’m choosing to leave that out.

Andrew Jackson, first governor of Florida when it became a US territory, will be in the opening scene. He’s kind of a problematic figure, but he’s an integral part of the opening I have envisioned.

The working title is ”Psychic or Psychotic” — my NaNo page says it’s an untitled Pirate story and I need to fix that—as soon as I remember my password—or get to my work computer where it’s saved. 😀 There may or not be a pirate in the book—as a pantser, I won’t know until I know—I CAN say there ARE some to choose from in local history. 😀 Even rumors of Jean Lafitte.

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