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Finally! Circumstance is here!

Published April 10, 2017 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

After many, many moons the novel (well Novella) is here . Circumstance the novel! is now available on Amazon. If you have Kindle select you can read it free of charge.

This has been a long journey.  It began with a small notebook and large salad at Fuzzy’s. As I ate my salad I observed a couple who was clearly at having an awkward second date or possibly morning after the first date experience.

The girl kept leaving to go to the restroom. She was either in the yakking stage of a hangover or trying to call someone to rescue her. I kept watching them and a story about how she was leaving because she had an eating disorder and the guy didn’t want to break up with her because she was emotionally fragile, but he was kind of seeing someone on the side, spun out.

The side girl, who he thought was a random rocker chick from the club next door, was actually a homeless runaway. The homeless runaway turned into a character, Vanessa Riley.

The story then became hers. She had the life of an entitled teenager from a wealthy family in Baltimore. She was in love with her best friend’s brother, Charlie.  This from this came the story of Charlie’s whole family. Eventually the story turned into a crime novel, with Vanessa’s murder making her the last victim of a serial killer.

After many, many drafts with many tangential side stories, including Vanessa’s mother drowning her sorrows in too many martinis and falling into the welcoming arms of Charlie’s 19 year old best friend, it became clear to me that the real story was between Charlie and the killer, Robert Stephen Nichols.

Nichols has his own series of tangents and back stories.   He was a pure sociopath who freely admitted his guilt when the game was clearly finished.

The novella has been finished and edited for quite some time; I was just waiting to hear the results of a writing contest before I published.

Please check it out and if you love it, review it. In fact if you loathe it, review it!

It’s not working

Published January 22, 2016 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I did not get called in for a specific job today; my plan was to write and start the tidying journey of the room I lovingly refer to as Mt. Crapmore and here it is nigh on to noon, CST, and I have gotten as far as reading my email.

My Amanda Friend says that I should listen to my conscience and subconscious, both of whom are on in blanket fort on the couch, and rest and nap.   It’s tempting.

A bazillion years ago my brother answered a Myspace posting asking what he thought my job would be if I wasn’t involved in theatre. He said, “True Crime Novelist.” (I know, how can it be both True and Novel? Truman Capote and Erik Larson are masters of the genre. My copy of In Cold Blood is  staring at me right now.  It would definitely be a good day to catch up on my reading.)

I think that is definitely a good job for me. I am interested in research and True Crime and after listening to what is meant to be spooky, crime drama podcast that somehow made cult murders sound droning and boring, I know that the genre need a specific voice.  I’m just not doing very well at the writing without a real deadline thing.

I think I may  have a severe case of the crummies. I don’t feel 100%.  Maybe if I had something that would drag the muse out if its cage and get it going, I would be able to jump right into it. How do I find a worthy story?

Well, check the crime articles on Huffington Post (because I have no other source of information)

  1. The actor who voices Squidward on  Spongebob Squarepants has been arrested for DUI. Interesting, but I don’t want to read a whole story, much less write one, about it.
  2. Coco Austin shares a bikini picture. How is that a crime?

With stories like this to chose from, I went to cold case button. The one that grabbed my attention for the longest amount of time is the case of four bodied found encased in steel drums and burked in New Hampshire.  The deaths occurred over 30 years ago and have been ruled homicides. (because no one dies of natural causes and is ceremoniously sealed in a barrel)  The bodies are of an adult woman and three female children between the ages of 1-11. The adult and two of the children  are linked by mitochondrial DNA, so they are related, but the nature of the relationship, as is the identity of the third child is unknown.

Advances of forensic science may lead to finding the identities of these people.  (You will note I do not explain the process. My math skills make my science look great.)  Article Details here.

In my opinion, the story is in the third child; who she is and how she wound up with the people that caused her to be killed.   There are stories in the whole event, the circumstance and the identities. I think the mystery is in the most obvious unknown. (I’m not dead sure what I meant by that.)


Ok! Stupid.

Published June 7, 2015 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

The Universe’s unerring ability and consistency to make a mockery of me is starting to get a little frustrating. (In fact, its becoming maddening and tri-state crime spree inducing, but I still want to have a teaching career in a very conservative state, so I’m erring on the side of caution.)

In the past seven days I’ve discovered that my house is teetering on the edge of lethal toxicity (and that’s after I got rid of the lying, cheating husband!) told several of my favorite students that I am not returning to school next year, given finals and had to corral my least enjoyable classes at such a volume and stress level that I actually lost my voice again.   I have tamped down my advance panic enough that I can sleep through and around most of the rough edges.

And what is on those edges?

I’m so glad you asked. Two of the more ridiculous things that I have encountered this past week is catfishing attempts.

For those of you not in the know,

according to Urban Dictionary, Catfishing is

The phenomenon of internet predators that fabricate online identities and entire social circles to trick people into emotional/romantic relationships (over a long period of time).

Possible motivations: revenge, loneliness, curiosity, boredom

I don’t want to discuss how these attempts came about, just suffice it to say because my life is the way it is the only way I can meet people outside of my immediate circle (said circle consists of several perfectly lovely people who are either in committed relationships,gay or both.  I am tired of being a third or fifth wheel, and to be honest, my cat is not a good dining companion.) is by going online.  I am careful, but also genuine. I don’t take stupid chances or make ridiculous mistakes. (I watch entirely too much crime drama and Dr. Phil.)

This care and paranoia led me to discover that one person I was messaging was not only not real, he  had  three different identities and had an entire webpage devoted to his particular brand of hypocrisy.

I was already in a seethe about this when I got a message from a peripheral “Good Match” from another fishy website. (There’s plenty of those.)  I have been exchanging perfunctory small talkery with this  particular fish for  several weeks, so I wasn’t really suspicious.  Last night I had a phone conversation with him. It was a nice general exchange of information, nothing too risky, because I’M NOT STUPID.   It was pleasant.

This morning, because I’M NOT STUPID, I did a google image search of the fish. (I watch a LOT of TV)

While there was not an entire scam page devoted to this guy, his picture did appear on the Canadian version of the fishy pond. His name in that pond is not the name he told me.  So that might not be that big of a deal.

What is a big deal to me is why people would do this in the first place.

There is a whole series on MTV (remember when they used to play music?) about this topic. Dr. Phil has done many, many episodes on the topic.  People get bilked out of thousands of dollars and lose quite a bit of self-respect.

Even if it’s harmless, why would anyone want to intentionally force a false personality on the public?

Yes I realize I just described the whole Presidential election process and possibly the fall line up for FOX.

Maybe someone gabe me a code

Published August 4, 2014 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

Say it out loud; it might make sense.

It took me all day to process most of my conversation(s) from yesterday. BBB and I share some of the past and I don’t know if remember the events as they occurred. (Isn’t that always the way? I am referring to the actual events, not the actual conversation.) It’s things like that that make me wonder about my own semblance of reality.

I am a little afraid of my brain. No, not just because it yelled “halp halp” and the dropped on me. All of the pre and post incident therapy has made me aware that I work better if there’s ambient noise.  I don’t know if it’s because so much of life was spent studying or learning lines while a rehearsal went on behind me or some theater major was having a catharsis in front of me.  One time it was Kent Parker marching around like Godzilla.  I laughed so hard I had an asthma attack.

So I’ve always been used to a lot of noise.  I do some of my best creative writing with Crime Drama blaring in the background.  When I was writing the SEO Blogs, I listened to the various jewels in the Investigation Discovery Channel crown.

I can’t entirely relax for the evening until I hear the comforting “CHUNK CHUNK” of the Law and Order transition. (This has become a real trick since I don’t have satellite anymore.)

So what am I afraid of hearing in the quiet? I’m a little afraid of hearing my own thoughts. I know how that sounds.  This relates to the memory of things that BBB said.  People remember things differently. I have heard a number of theories on this. My favorite is that some folks memory banks are like big archives with several filing cabinets and data bases.  When you remember something, a neuron (I picture some corporate drone, with little squiggles drawn around its head so you know it’s a neuron racing up and down the halls of the archive pulling things out of the files and flinging around flash drives to compile the exact data that powers the memory.) Even if  that’s NOT how it works, I think it is probably really close to how my head works.

I create a lot of interior static, so I need the extra noise.  I might try the quiet thing and see what happens.  I know I got a huge fit of the giggles while I was getting an MRI. I was lying perfectly still with my eyes closed counting backwards so I could concentrate on that and not the feeling that someone had crammed my head into an XBOX and couldn’t figure out how to work the controls. While I was counting, the entire cast of Muppet  Monsters came dancing through my head, peering around the numbers.

This is a real story.

It’s hard not to laugh at Grover swinging around the middle of the number 3.

I brought you here because I . . Am . . . Distracticus

Published July 30, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

I don’t have a hard time getting started in the morning.  I have a hard time staying started.  If I don’t succumb to the siren song of Netflix on my tablet, which I have on the nightstand, because I can’t fall asleep without visual distraction like a normal person, and all I have to do to watch the next show is mash my paw on the touch screen, and if you don’t wake up completely, sometimes you will get a surprise, like Stan Smith screaming the American Dad theme song right in your ear! Fun times!

If I am able to  accomplish the impossible and actually get out of the bed, I will wander into the kitchen and then commence the morning stagger between the fridge for a mug of filtered water which I will then escort across the house to the Keurig ( I just now decided I should call the Keurig Kathy. It seems friendlier, and after all, Kathy protects the rest of the world from an uncaffeniated Writer Chick, so you should all really be nice to her.)

Once I have coffee I take the other chemicals that keep me from going on a nut punching spree. (It’s a delicate balance.)

After all of this, I have to harness my energy/rage/silly, etc and figure out what I should try to do with the day. It is at this point that I make the list of the bare minimum and then spend the rest of the day trying to avoid doing all of that until the last possible second. Then I just watch crime drama or something and go to bed and the whole process starts all over again.

This is why I need to get another job.

That and the fact that my financial situation is vastly approaching dire because of the massive life change brought on by the AWT and the EH’s dire transgression (World’s worst Roald Dahl story.)

So I am actively looking for a part-time or full time non-soul robbing job that would allow me to have a living wage (I know, horrifying concept, when McDonald’s won’t raise their prices the paltry SIXTY-EIGHT CENTS it would take to actually allow their employees to make the kind of money on which they would need to survive.

Ultimately I would like to find a job that would allow me to use my diplomas and credentials for good and not make me want to poke my eyes out with a melon baller and still allow me enough thought processes to write every day. It’s insane.

Especially when I realize that I just spent several minutes trying to explain how I get distracted and then distracted myself right up into a rant.

I should go ask Kathy for more coffee.

And in other news . . .

Published February 17, 2013 by Lynda Christine Rodriguez

The one thing I enjoy more than slugging around in my sock monkey pajama bottoms watching reruns of Law and Order ( to quote John Mulaney “I miss Jerry Orbach more than certain dead relatives of mine. ) is reading.

As I may have mentioned, my biggest fear is that I will be stranded somewhere without something to read.  Really.  I don’t understand people who DON”T read.  In fact, I can’t imagine a having a conversation with someone who doesn’t own any books. This is why when/if I move I will have to figure out how to build a little fort out of my books so that I can have them around me and still reside safely within.   Trust me, I have thought this through.  I am planning on weeding out my closet and streamlining my wardrobe for the express purposes of saving room for my books when I ultimately have to change residence. (I’m trying not to mention the it, but I AM eventually going to have to move out of my house where I have built a comfortable heap of books and devices on which to either read or watch Crime Drama.  I realize that polite thing is not to mention it, because I have been leaving Emotional Skidmarks on strangers who ask me how I’m doing and how long I have been married.  I know no one really wants to hear “I’m feeling lousy because my husband and I are splitting up somewhere around the time that his girlfriend has her baby. Suffice it to say that this will result in me having to change dwellings.)

It would be so much easier if I could just build a house out of my books and wander around like a hermit crab, looking for a place to rest so that I could watch Crime Drama.

Wow that sure was a long way to go to just say that I like to read.  And that there’s a Law and Order Marathon on right now, followed by a Law and Order: SVU marathon. And I have new library books to read and my mom is letting me use her nook tablet, and I have new ebooks .

I think I shared too much.