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The Collective The kitchen smelled wrong. Not rot, not yet. But something sharper. Disinfectant, maybe. Citrus and bleach layered over something coppery and faintly sweet. Like the air had been scrubbed too hard to hide what wouldn’t wash away. Nicola stepped inside, bootprints joining the muddy constellation already tracked across the tile. She noted the evidence markers. One perched near… Continue reading Chapter 4: Memory in the Walls
Day 8: A Old Knee, a Migraine, and a Murder Mystery walk into a bar Ah, the joys of bodily betrayal. My knee has decided to audition for the role of “Most Dramatic Joint,” and it’s giving a performance worthy of a daytime Emmy. Meanwhile, my mind is off to the races, crafting tales of vampires, witches, and werewolves. It’s… Continue reading Writing Through Changes
The Collective The road bent like a question mark through cane fields and waterlogged earth, and Nicola let the silence settle heavy across her shoulders. She kept the windows down. The Honda’s engine hummed low, a background drone beneath the rasp of tires on broken asphalt and the insect chorus sawing at the dusk. Her fingers drummed once against the… Continue reading Chapter 3: To Grandmother’s House
Writing haunted places, accidental mornings, and uncanny connections Behind the Pages: Chapters 3–5 These chapters were where the story stopped whispering and started breathing. By Chapter 3, Nicola’s no longer just coming home. She’s walking into something that remembers her too well. Her grandparents’ house greets her with a flicker of porch light after a drop of blood hits the… Continue reading Day 6: The House Remembers Blood
Day 5: Writing through pain, finding rhythm, and why geese make better therapists than cats. Whinge Warning & Mini Family History: Go straight to the writing stuff below if you’re here for the craft talk, research tips, and creative inspiration. I won’t be offended. Much. This morning started with my usual coffee klatch with my cat on the back porch…… Continue reading Coffee Klatch Confessions
The Collective Salt Row had always been more ghost town than neighborhood. A stretch of old shrimping warehouses slouched along the bayou, rusting into the landscape, their broken windows staring blankly at the water. Most had been picked clean for copper and left to rot. Nicola and her wife Morgan had been the only ones foolish or hopeful enough to… Continue reading Chapter 2: Ghosts in the Floorboards
The Collective Detective Nicola Knight had come home the way ghosts do: quiet, uninvited, and carrying unfinished business. The plane touched down at Louis Armstrong International at 6:13 p.m. The wheels screeching, engines reversing hard enough to jolt her forward in her seat. Nicola didn’t flinch. She’d flown rougher rides into smaller towns, dropped into places where the only welcome… Continue reading Chapter 1: Salt in the Wound
Day 3 & 4 of #1000wordsofsummer **Content Warning: Injury & Medical Stuff in this Section** Please skip to the next section if this isn’t your vibe. Let’s get this part done early, so you can skip it if needed. I found out yesterday that I need a knee replacement. Yeah, at 41, and not because I’ve been skydiving or spelunking… Continue reading Fiction, Flesh, and Finding My Way Back
Day 2 of #1000wordsofsummer I woke up at 4:30 AM today, not because I’m disciplined or inspired, but because my body decided to betray me again. Hopefully you don’t understand the full-body aches and restlessness. That strange floaty feeling where your brain’s buzzing like a neon sign in a gas station bathroom. I tried to go back to sleep. My… Continue reading 4:30 AM, A Knee That Hates Me, and Chapter 2
