Running Out Of Lies (No Alibi Series Book One)

 Sometimes the lies run out. Running from your past can mean running to an uncertain future. No choice is ever made without consequences. 

Dr. Erik Plez is a former Marine Officer who puts his skills as an investigator to use as he tries to solve the biggest mystery of his life.  Who is he?  A sketchy past, with  no memories of his childhood, at sixteen he was recruited for a secret team of Young Marines. Now he’s on the run, running out of lies, making it hard for him to think of an alibi. 
Coming July 2014

 Book Cover By: Alchemy Bookcovers and Design

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Here's lookin at you Kid: Just Like Bogie & Bacall

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Insomnia has me as I watch one of my favorite movies. I love Key Largo. Lauren Bacall and Humphrey Boggart ahh, the love they share. So beautiful, so rare, so short.

There is beauty in silence. No Words. No sounds. Just, a look, or a glance. I remember the first time I saw Key Largo. I wanted to be Lauren Bacall. There is a moment in the film that Bacall looks at Bogie.  It was a look no words could comprehend. Bacall owns that look, that moment.  It is her look and everything in the scene depends on that whisper of a glance. Each and every time I watch Key Largo that look steal my heart. To write of silence is to write of a unique place and time that needs no words. It’s true love.

Just a glance, a silent glance, that needs nothing to make it beautiful.

I hired a new stylist and Pinterest is her name.

 

 

 

 

If it’s matched up on Pinterest then I match it up in my own closet and bam a style is born. I love having my own personal stylist. Just like the wealthy and movie stars, I have a personal stylist that goes the extra mile to help to look incredible and it shows.

I don't know when I have matched so often, been compliment so many times. It's awesome to have a stylist.

~Abby~

 

 

 

 

Glittery Heels, Peanut Butter Cookies and a Glittery Clutch

Glittery heels, peanut butter cookies and a cute clutch are what I am obsessing over this today.  

Pinterest always makes DIY projects look so easy. Yet, each time I try one my clothes and I turn out to be the project. Until you try and get industrial strength glue and glitter out your hair no DIY project is complete.

I love hot, fresh out the oven, peanut butter cookies. This might be why I bake a tray of peanut cookies while sitting close to the oven with a frosty glass of milk and eat them as they come out the oven.  

 

I want a super glittery clutch just because I can. No other reason. Just a want that’s slowly turning into a need.

National Parks, Love Affairs and Destiny

 

 

Like all great love affairs mine began with a glance. That’s all it took. Our eyes met across a crowded waiting room floor, as I sat and waited patiently for my name to be called by the nurse. I gave a shy smile and slowly waved as you did a two-step across the waiting room to my arms. I’d never known the feelings you elicited from me as I looked upon your beauty.

Love affairs, the great ones happen and I am now a part of one of the greatest. I confess. I am in love the landscape of National Parks. I am not sure when or how it happened but now that it has, I find myself mimicking Bacall and Bogie as I find destiny in the arms of a park landscape.

Here's lookin at you kid

I am Abby and I am in Love with a National Park

Writing and theFight for Abigail's Soul! To Dramatic?

“These are the times that try men’s souls” are so said Thomas Paine on December 23, 1776.

I made it back for day two of blogging and yes, it tried my soul to think of a topic and  then to find the time to sit and blog. This just might be why I start and stop. But then again it’s most likely not. I am a writing bum. One who’s a lazy writer and just as proud of it as if I was the Harper Lee of writing.

I just realized, Ok, that’s a lie, I’ve always been a lazy writer. I am often motivated, yet, hardly dedicated to my craft. I want to actually be like a unique and beautiful landscape carved from the hand of a greater power who lays out before the world the wonders of my spectacular writing voice.

Trust me it is spectacular. I see it in my head. No misspelled words, lots of beautiful sentences that make the Oracle of love wish that he were being stroked by my fingers. Too much? I know it is but hey. It’s me and “I just got to be free, wishing words of my magic portion of love…..”

Oh, well, I am here and I proud to call myself a dedicated writer of two whole days.

Same time tomorrow? It’s a date.

~Abby~

~Welcome To The Janitors Closet~

                            ~Welcome To The Janitors Closet~

 

Welcome.

I have again opened the Janitors Closet. Last year I decided I wanted to blog daily and that I did; ok, it was only in my feeble mind. I am hoping that counts toward a success?!?

This year, I again ,made a commitment to  start blogging on today, May, 5, 2014.

Therefore, the Janitors Closet is again OPEN.

I am not sure how this is going to go. But hey, at least I got this far.

 

I am Abby and I am in the Janitors Closet Again.