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The (Mis)Adventures Of A Red-Pilled "Ghost" Author
by:  Missye K. Clarke
An Underdog Author Drafting Underdog Mysteries
May 1, 2018


Been a minute since my last visit, hasn't it?

Sigh. Yes.

Sorry. In between editing my second Casebook on the Reedsy Editor platform, budgeting, burning the after midnight hours at my age--and oh, catching up on sleep and plugging into the Great Internets of the Cosmos--I've not been here (obviously!).


I'll be honest: I haven't wanted to write. Sure, the books and authors say park it, fingers on keyboard or paper under the best-ever pen tip, but I felt like I was getting bored with doing this. I say this for several reasons--one of them being sleep-deprived, but we'll let that go. **smirk**

Articles, stories, or book-length works, in longhand and electronic, I've been at this since I was sixteen. And since then, I've made maybe a grand in more than three decades. So it's not the money why the complacency (if it was, I'd've bailed years ago. It's common knowledge writers don't make squat on pretty words and a fresh spin on turns-of-phrase. And if you're not a big name, you're not gettin' that coin. Simple as that.).

I think it's all of the above, more especially since I'm pursuing the indie route. And I don't have much of a cheering section other than me. Life weighs you down. Waiting on patience to have my first book finally out does, too. Let's just say it: Adulting truly sucks! But you press on, gear up, and get it going however it needs to happen. And hey, I wrote this, right? So I'm not that much burnt out, bored, and I'd already had the break! *grin*

Yeah, I know: they say not to worry about your competitors, just worry about you. Um, remember my aforementioned struggle with patience? I see authors put their books out, the sequels, commenting on sales, etc., etc. . . . . and I can't help it! Not only does it feel like that little kid getting left behind, again, but it's so monstrously crowded now. I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't scared. And don't let this brave front fool ya--I get scared like you can't believe. And a tinier part of me--which I maybe shouldn't put here, but I'll do it--I'm scared I won't see the book out because of events in the world. Dying before I'm ready to go. That et cetera, et cetera factor again. And the competition swallowing me whole.

Yeah. That. It's exhausting.

So it's time for a solution. What that is, I honestly don't know, save for one: Trust Him. He's got this. I just need the faith to know He does.

True, I shouldn't whine about it. But when radio legend Art Bell passed, that knocked some pepper out of me. I need a new pre-owned vehicle. I'll have to finance it (UGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!)--while trying to pay bills, my upgrading my plane ticket to Bouchercon this September, and staying healthy with supplements. So I still need to squeeze in inspiration when life's trying to raw dog it out of me? See what I'm sayin'?!?

Just. Write. Anyway.

So I'm moving forward as best as able. I did get a spark of drafting a scene for my fourth Casebook involving an Italian foster mother from my first Casebook, spurned on by the song sung in Italian, "Volare." It's a lovely song, Italian's a gawgeous--**insert New York accent here!**--language, and this character, Angela de Francisci, has been through a lot. The scnee's already in my mind, and her wisdom, insight, and the only mother my McGuinness characters have ever known, misses Logan and Casper. And C and L don't know it yet, but they miss her, too.

Hmmm. Guess I'm writing again. Oh, and let it be known--it takes a lot to knock this gal out. So, authors, better make the punch count.

BTW: Stick around, would you? In June, Lord willing, I'm going to an actual Live Experience! to see the Long Island Medium, Theresa Caputo. And you know I'll blog that, even if my or my husband's departed loved ones come through for us or not.

Have a blessed adventure until next time.
~ Missye

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March 5, 2018

Hello, Happy Humans!!!!

Yeah, ladies and gents, 'tis I. Didja miss me?

Oh, gosh, SO much has happened to me since this blog's gone off air. Dark, away, poof--dare I say it?--ghost! So, let's get right to it.

Yes, I'm still working on JERSEY DOGS, but, thank Zeus, it's thisclose to seeing the light of its published--finally!--day. I'll upload it to BookBaby's site the weekend of the middle of this month, have a book proof before the end of this month, and the book's e-book links live by then, too. But, the book's been professionally edited, and now in formatting stage. Yeah . . . that shit was a learning curve unlike I never want to weather again. I'd rather cover design, to be honest and I'll budget funds to have somebody format my forthcoming Casebooks.

Then, sad to say--and there's no real gentle way to put this, so here goes--several family members died in the past three years. My husband's brother in June 2015, for one. Three days later, though we didn't know until January of 2017, his then 88 year-old mama, who'd been in ailing health for a good number of years. Then my auntie this past September, but I didn't find out until three months later, in December. My car died in the fall of 2015, and winter of 2016, I lost my book deal for the Casebook mysteries (a blessing in disguise, turns out. Never, EVER submit your work to a house that once exclusively took erotica).

And fast forward to this past year. Did you get throat-punched by that nasty flu going around since last October? So did my husband and I-two days before Christmas. It hit us so hard, fast, and intense, we honestly didn't know what slapped us until we took time to assess five days into that swamp/fog/real-time, non-psychedelic haze. Were it not for us being on a regular regimen of INFOWARS vitamins and supplements, I'm convinced one or both of us would've ended up in the hospital. As it was, it took a good two months to recover from whatever that was--maybe ten days back, if we're counting days. And I say whatever that was because it could've been the flu, pneumonia, bronchitis, or an upper respiratory infection. We still don't know what we had, even after all that. All we know was that we were sicker than dogs.

And . . . which brings us to today. A day that'll live in my memory--like the days my kids were born, the day I was married, the day I graduated high school. The day(s) my favorite relatives died. But today is special.

I'm Missye K. Clarke. Officially. Judge-decreed, officially. The only Missye K. Clarke in Pennsylvania, officially. Spent almost $400 changing this I-hated-the-hell-out-my-birth-name-since-I-could-remember name to something I could live with, love with, enjoy. It feels like a divorce, too--leaving my "name ex" so I'm free to marry my longtime name-lover (about time, too; I've had "Missye K. Clarke" since 2002!). My remaining living uncle likes it. Another author does, too. And, no, sadly, I'm no relation to the late Arthur C. Clarke, although I wish. I could sure use some of that estate's coin--and connections.

So I'm back, fellow readers, writers, authors. I #GotWoke, #RedPilled, and three years older. But though I'm still writing, I'm snarkier, brasher, and sassier than ever--especially when it comes to keeping the basic tenets of freedom, free. So if you wish, keep reading this blog . . .I promise you'll always leave laughing, shaking your head with "This b*tch is crazy!" thoughts--been called worse!--or maybe persuaded to my perspective.

It's so good to be home.

~ Missye

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A B O U T   T H E   A U T H O R

Missye K. Clarke has been writing since her mid teens. An avid reader since the age of three, it was a matter of time before natural curiosity and a shamelessly animated imagination sparked her writing adventures. She’s a die-hard fan of quality and old-school cartoons, loves most animals, nature, travel, always loves a great kiss, good beer and mixed drinks, and spirited conversation. Her novel, JERSEY DOGS, the first of the McGuinness/Pedregon Casebooks, is set for release this spring in e-book and print editions. Under her M.K. Clarke handle, HOLLY-JOLLY MUDER: A Threesome of Magic Mystery, will release December, 2018.