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The Daily Chronicle Review- Partners In Crime “A Smashing Hit”

Well, “Partners In Crime” was a smashing success! Some of my most read blogs, and all it did was outline a day of puppy-sitting for my sister’s new dog. How cute is this “little” guy??

Gibson, AKA "Gibbs"

Gibson, AKA “Gibbs”

He’s a playful fun-loving dude, we went on lots of runs together and played a lot. A champ of a mutt, Great Dane and Labrador only four months old! This dog is going to get huge.

There are a couple things I would like to warn you about. One: Be careful when using google images to look up “film noir”. Some people who upload photos don’t entirely know the difference between timeless Film Noir Classic freeze frames and stock photos, and S&M related black and white pornography. After looking up pictures on many, many occasions to complete this short series, there was one photo I began to fondly refer to as “Mister Floppy.”

How did I get the idea to do a noir series? That’s for me to know.

It was originally just a one-time piece, but then I started puppy-sitting that awesome little mutt for a couple of days and the series just wrote itself, so I went with it (mostly in the downtime when he was sleeping off the havoc he wreaked or one of our runs).

Well, it was a blast, probably one of the funnest things I’ve written in a long time. I hope it got some laughs.

Ah yes, and number two: Apparently, lampposts are very common in film noir. Probably one of the most used props, second to guns. It gave me a little bit of an actual fondness for them, lol.

Hope everyone enjoyed, and have a wonderful night!!




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“Partners In Crime”- Episode 2 (My Day In A Short Noir)


Let’s get to the point here. It was as she suspected. Ill-prepared and equipped with determination, she wakes up not knowing what she will face on this special day. What makes it so special, you may ask? Her mission.

Lost in a sea of phone calls, the mass effort to throw her off her mission, she prevails anyhow. She feels the danger all around. But enough back story. Let’s continue the real story.

She eases around the front, she remembers the key but who knows what lays inside. It could be… anything. Anything at all.


She puts the key in the lock and listens for any sounds that may tell her what she is about to face. She hears nothing. But every good ace knows that the sound of silence is more suspicious than a scream, more suspicious than… a squeak. It wearies her already.


Entering through the front door is as dangerous as entering through the back. Though she only has keys to the front. Her contacts in the district were unable to provide her with a secondary option, and climbing in through the window was bound to draw attention in the daylight. Plus, the window doesn’t open, it’s one of those that’s just for looks, just for… sunlight.

She turns the doorknob, and waits for the sound. Easing the door open an inch at a time… unsure what may pop out at her… She waits another moment. Then she sees him. He’s been waiting. Him… and an unpleasant surprise.


He turns to greet her. Perhaps a friendly hello. Perhaps a request for a… treat. She doesn’t know what to expect, except that he’s made her, he has eyes only for her, and just as she suspected…

He was a dog.

noir dog

Oh boy. This was going to be messy business.

Messy business indeed.


*** To Be Continued…. ***



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The Jealousy Between Small Pets and Your Keyboard

My Jezzie

It never fails. I am left alone for hours in order to browse others’ blogs and read at my heart’s content without interruptions, but as soon as I decide I want to actually write one, the chihuahuador wants a cuddle.

Don’t get me wrong, I love her to pieces, she’s my baby and she’s still not feeling entirely herself after her surgery, I have no problems cuddling her. But why is it small pets asking for attention only want the spot on your lap (or desk) that is currently occupied by your keyboard?

Jealousy. And who can blame them? It’s bigger than they are, it’s warm, and it seems to be taking up an inordinate amount of their owner’s attention. Why? Think about it from their perspective. What is so interesting about that white (or black) plastic contraption that makes those human hands stroke it so lovingly, when those hands could be stroking their soft shiny fur?

It’s an odd sort of sibling rivalry, in which the small, furry and warm tail-wagger or paw-licker tries desperately hard to get their mom or dad’s attention while the other, much less warm, plastic electronic brother or sister gets all the attention. Is there no bigger injustice in this world to that poor animal??

I live in a small room and sit on my bed in order to type at my computer, and me and the keyboard in my lap take up less than 1/4 of the bed. But when Jezzie wants on the bed, she wants the spot the keyboard happens to be sitting in- even if it isn’t in my lap. It’s like the rest of the bed isn’t even there.

It’s no mystery that small animals are strange. All animals have their own personalities, but it’s the small ones that tend to overindulge in their particularities. Eccentricities, one may venture to call them.

And what happens when you DON’T move that keyboard?

They pretend the keyboard isn’t even there. But  they don’t just go plop on it. They’re sneaky. Here’s Jezzie’s style of stealth:

First, upon jumping on the bed, she looks around at the rest of the bed and has already decided it doesn’t exist, so she turns to me. Seeing me with the keyboard on my lap, my hands hovering above it, she stares at me and gives me 1.5 seconds to turn my attention solely to her. If I don’t, she does one of two things: Gives the underside of the keyboard a nice nudge with her nose in attempts to knock it out of “her” spot, or paws my hand once or twice. Her satisfaction lasts only a moment past the pat I give her on her head or her shiny black fur, then she makes it very clear she wasn’t looking for a “good dog” and a “good day”, she’s looking for actual attention that will take up as much of my time as she deems necessary.

Pay attention to me

So she’ll resort to angrier methods, such as pawing my hands with her claws. When that doesn’t work- she turns on the dramatics. And this dog can be dramatic! Letting out a big long sigh and a huff, she circles a couple of times and lays in a ball, curled up next to my side- her face intentionally turned away from me. When I pet her, she ignores ME, and lets out a huff of irritation if I persist in trying to make amends for my apparent earlier diss.

Jezzie's Diss

So I give up, I sigh, and I turned back to my keyboard. For up to a full two minutes she’ll allow me to work, waiting just long enough to ensure that I have “forgotten” about the little ball of fuzz laying next to my leg, ignoring me in pretension as she plots her next move.

And most of the time, she knows exactly how long to wait. Because it isn’t until I’ve opened a new blog page, blank microsoft word document, or someone IMs me that she launches into her next plan of action.

Mid-stroke, mid-word or mid-response, focused on my duties, I notice a slight shift beside me and all of the sudden this long black form stretches out over my keyboard, belly up, looking for a belly rub with innocence on her face and a little wag in her tail, even though it’s quite obvious by her little bit of squirming and pained expression that laying on this particular surface isn’t the most comfortable place to lounge.

"Now what are you gonna do?"

And, then, of course, the added bonus that my IM, blog, or writing now spells


And she manages to squirm enough to hit “enter” in the process, thus sending somebody the eloquent Instant Message of:


And the receiving party of that instant message wonders if I’ve stroked out.

I try to scold, “Jezzie!” But that does no good. She’s won. She’s impervious to my frustration, especially as I find it funny and can’t manage to say her name without having to stifle a laugh. (Point in fact, and this applies to young children as well: When having an argument, once you laugh, they’ve won and everyone knows it.)

Giving up, I finally pull my keyboard out from under her, toss it aside to pet her, and cuddle her, give her the attention she wanted…

Jezzie gets her way

and then two seconds later, she hears a noise… gets up and runs off faster than my camera can capture. I think my dog has ADHD.

Where'd she go??

Well that has been my saga, and the reason this was published before I even started it (she laid on the keyboard while I was typing it out and somehow got it to publish itself) the reason it took almost a full hour to complete (the above scenario repeated itself about six times) and the reason I’m laughing so hard right now. Gotta love your pets and all their eccentricities!

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Words Never Die

Recently, I had to kill off a character of mine, and I’m not happy about it. Not because I didn’t love him, though I didn’t know him very well, but because I hate killing off my characters.

Somewhere inside I know that every character I create is a piece of myself, as is true for most writers, so when I end up having to kill one of them I can’t help but think… what part of me just died?

If it helps, he died with honor protecting the love of his life (what better way to die?) And it was a quick death. But I feel for his widow now, too, because she doesn’t deserve the pain and she’s expecting a child. And I’ve known her since she was born! She was born in my first book in fact, and now I have to kill her husband? I feel just awful.

However, without his honorable passing, any number of destructive things could happen to either of them and his death was the only way to save her and their unborn son. I hate when that happens.

It brings perspective to a lot of things, including a real-life passing recently of a beloved family dog- that pain from this kind of loss can never really go away. But neither can the love you felt for the one who has passed. There are more people grieving the death of our beloved dog than I even knew had known the dog. And everyone remembers him fondly!

So if you find yourself in the predicament “how do I kill off my character without being too devastated???” Think about the characters that loved the character whose fate lies in your hands. His/her family, friends, even pets. Think about the impact the character had on those in their life and even their surroundings. Decide what kind of a difference that person made and how they made your story and other characters better. Only then can you truly be at peace with the character’s passing. I mean, I hate to say this, but I find it much easier killing a bad guy than one of my good guys.

Either way, I know I have made peace with his passing- and I know his widow has too. After all, she did name their newborn son after him 🙂



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