Coming Soon . . . The Third Power





Julie Riskim, a budding suspense author haunted by a lost love, resolves to bury herself in her writing and create a new life for herself in Oak Bluffs, Martha’s Vineyard. She releases a second novel, The Third Power, to critical acclaim, but her recent conversion to Christianity gives her work a new slant that enrages a disgruntled psychopath, who is convinced that her book has exposed his darkest secret.




When a wave of heinous crimes overtakes Oak Bluffs, Julie soon finds that she is being stalked by a predator whom she may have helped create. To her surprise, however, Paul Griffith, her former fiancé, reenters her life and vows to keep her safe. But can he help Julie when she finally confronts the terror gripping her spirit and comes face-to-face with insanity?



When is it Time to Shake The Dust off Your Feet?

Isn't it funny how folks have selective hearing? I could tell my grandchildren, "Pick up your toys," and it isn't as well recieved as "Lets go swimming!" Sometimes, they simply pretend they didn't hear me.

To be honest, I find myself favoring what is more pleasing too, but not to the point where I am completely irresponsible, reckless, and distort the truth to have my own way. Folks when that happens it becomes a huge problem, because you are lieing to others as well yourself, and it could very easily reach the point where you start to believe your own lies.

Is this very spirit invading the church?  

Revelation 3:14-22 "And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write: These things saith the Amen, the Faithful and True Witness, the Beginning of the Creation of God;  I know thy works, that thou are neither cold nor hot: I would thou were cold or hot. So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot I will spue thee out of My mouth.
Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked:"

Sometimes being a witness to alledged Christians could be more of a challenge than to speak to a person who blantly mocks the Bible. Eventually a very heavy spirit of oppression begins to weigh you down. It's as if you're exhausted from shadow boxing, hitting something over and over and never penatrating. Soon you feel the dangers of burn out. Your joy is gone, and frustration has started to root itself. Perhaps thats why we read in Acts 13:51-52  "So they shook the dust from their feet in protest against them and went to Iconium.  And the disciples were filled with joy and with the Holy Spirit." NIV

I have found out the hard way, that to live the abundant life, rich in the full council God, we need to listen to Luke, Matthew and Mark. (Luke 9:5-6)  "If people do not welcome you, shake the dust off your feet when you leave their town, as a testimony against them."  So they set out and went from village to village, preaching the gospel and healing people everywhere." NIV

I am not about to compromise my faith or principles to be popular. I'm not a preacher, I'm a fiction writer who makes it real. My novel The Third Power, is different than most christian novels. It delves deep into a psycopaths mind. Violence is what it is, and can't be painted with a white brush. Someone once said "if the Bible were to be written as a graphic novel most Christian publishers would reject it.

To reach the lost, you go to the trenches, you write what they read, weaving in the Gospel message. To burn out, you shadow box with folks who believe portions of the Bible and deny the rest.

Guilt and Spills

My five year old grandaughter stood in my kitchen crying full of sorrow.

"What's wrong Gabby, Why are you crying?"

She removed her little hands from her eyes and pointed down on the floor where grape juice was splattered.

My husband and I said reassuringly, "That's alright honey, it was an accident, we can clean that up in no time."

I reached for some paper towels, and began wiping up the mess, while grandpa refilled her cup.

Gabby stopped crying and appeared relieved that her tiny accident was forgiven and just a clumsy mistake.

Isn't it funny that a five year old cries with guilt over spilling juice on a floor thinking it to be a large catastrophy? An ocean wasn't affected, nor did marine life die, or livlihoods and wild life suffer loss.

BP, earning millions of  dollars didn't exactly go to the rig in the Gulf and deliberately blow up the oil well. They did exactly and deliberately collect millions of dollars from the gadzillions of gallons of oil,  now spewing into the Gulf of Mexico from their damaged offshore well.

They did try to shift the blame, I'm guessing because of the cost of cleanup. They certainly did not demonstrate guilt and remorse as that of my five year old grandaughter. There appeared to be a lot of whining over accountability more than anything.

Just like oil and water don't mix, niether does greed and sorrow.

"You may make mistakes, but you are not a failure until you start blaming someone else."--Anonymous.









 

A psycopath holds a local suspense author hostage here at Elizabeth Islands

Oak Bluffs, Massachusetts on the island of Martha's Vineyard. My suspense novel The Third Power sets stage here

What Type Of Embellisher Are You?

"That's Some Imagination You Got!"

Only the look I received was strange.

Almost as if the silent query was are you all right?

 I just smiled as my mom kept needing help with the computer mouse to continue to scroll down.

I had her over for coffee and she was reading about the antagonist in my novel The Third Power.

She said "he gave her the woolies;" ahem, I wondered if maybe I did.

Is the natural ability to embellish a writers gift?

On my word doc I can live in a fantasy land and my thriller romance genre can be any type of lunatic I want and I still can call myself normal, talented, and gifted.

Well, bless my soul!

Embellish: According to the dictionary it means; 1. to increase the beauty of something by adding ornaments (we call them words) 2. To make an account or description more interesting by inventing or exaggerating details. (Yep I’m thinking I kinda always fit in with that description) 3. To add extra notes, accents, or thrills, to make it more beautiful or interesting (ever over research something to death? - any honest critique yawns and says boring.)

Writers, what type of embellisher are you?

Moms Dark Scavenger Hunt

Not again!

She looked like some scavenger who was groping for food before she would believe that the thirty dollars she had in her purse was missing!

And her brand new digital camera that they were planning to take on their family vacation, the one that they had been saving for, working until near exhaustion -gone.

But this, this one tops the cake. How did someone break into her shed and steal the lawn mower?

Well I’m going to ask her and this time she better tell me the truth!

The Christian mother peers into her daughters pin sized pupil eyes and asks "are you using again?"

“I’m sick of this!” The daughter screams back with her convincing spiel of lies. “Every time you misplace something you blame me!”

“Oh I misplaced my lawnmower! Right!, More like you owed your drug dealer money and gave them the key to my shed at an opportune time!”

Finally mom realizes she can’t live in denial any more. She’s even starting to resent the happy family’s at church that couldn't possibly know what lies, thievery, and living with the daily terror of will my daughter OD today? Life was all about.

Prayer after countless prayer, intervention after intervention, and the life of addiction has once again reared it’s ugly head. Mom feels alone. Overwhelmed as if she was standing under the mighty niagra as the falls of sorrow poor down. She feels like a failure. Satan whispers in her ear it’s your fault. She fees the betrayal from all the broken promises from her daughter, the false belief that she was delivered when all along she was just getting much sneakier. Mom can’t live like this any more.

“Get out! Get out NOW!"

“Fine! I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back! You hear me?

"What kind of mother are you?"

“A richer one! I won’t be stolen from or lied too!”

Her daughter stomps off, slamming the door shut behind her.

Not even a full day goes by and mom’s on a new scavenger hunt, Only this ones a little more chilling. News reports for robberies, drug raids, and the local news paper wondering if she’ll read about her daughters death or arrest .

Yes, It's a typical scene happening daily even in our christian homes.