December 31, 2021

Update Link – Karma, Part 2

With this posted, the first half of the assignment is done. The mystery is afoot 😛 Please check it out, let me know what you think, and make some guesses as to the murderer! Part 3 will be posted next Friday, on January 7.

As for this site, I’ll be back on Sunday with the new schedule and return of flash fiction beginning with Signs of the Life. I should be able to wrap that up sometime in March, then we’ll do Scars. For more information about my 2022 schedule, check out the Status post or the Production Schedule.

December 30, 2021

As always, these posts will be divided into parts. Please feel free to skip around to what you’re interested in. Thanks so much for your support and attention this year. It’s been a crazy one, and I have a really awesome community here. I’ve taken in the lessons of 2020 and 2021, and I’m looking forward to a safer and healthier year in 2022.

Note: I’ll be discontinuing the monthly status updates. Any changes to what’s going on will be on the Production Schedule and I’ll mention them in weekly Flash Fiction posts. So this post goes deep in depth because I won’t be really talking at length like this in the future.

ICYMI: Karma, Part 1 went live at The Liason Haven. Part 2 goes up tomorrow morning. You’ll have a week to guess who committed the murder, then I’ll post Part 3 on January 7 and Part 4 on January 8.


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Your Update Link: Karma – Part 1

Good morning! I hope you guys are having a great holiday season! I am sooooo excited to be posting this story. I’ve worked super hard on it over the last five months, and I’m really proud of it. The posting schedule is Parts 1 & 2 December 30/31, then a week for everyone to get a chance to read and make guesses as to who the murderer is, then I’ll post 3/4 on January 7/8.

I’ll be back today with another post talking about plans for the new year and the posting schedule. Love you guys! Please join the Liason Haven and reply there or post your thoughts here! The story won’t be posted on Crimson Glass until at least April.

I will make a post here every time I update there. See you later!

December 22, 2021

Hey, so if you just want to vote on the poll, I’ll put it up top. If you want to read the long explanation on why these are the options, you can click the read more option.

Which option do you prefer to start 2022?

  • Pause one Flash Fiction, concentrate on one and work on. May not affect release. Mad World (60%, 39 Votes)
  • Get Flash Fiction whenever, but it may delay work on Mad World (22%, 14 Votes)
  • Pause Flash Fiction until Mad World Book is edited (18%, 12 Votes)

Total Voters: 65

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This entry is part 19 of 41 in the Flash Fiction: Signs of Life

Written in 57 minutes.

Morgan Penthouse: Living Room

Jason immediately reached for his pants, yanking them back up as Elizabeth went straight for the phone. He heard her greet Alexis by name as the pounding on the door continued.  He just shook his head, tugging his shirt on. She kept surprising him with her instincts—he hadn’t even had to say anything about calling his lawyer.

“She’ll be right up,” Elizabeth told him, cradling the phone on her shoulder. Jason nodded, then flipped the lock and pulled the door open, forcing his face into a blank expression even though he wanted to growl at the detectives on his doorstep.

“Took you long enough,” Taggert sneered as he sauntered past Jason, slapping a piece of a paper against him. He held out a second piece to Elizabeth. “I brought a second copy for the wife,” he drawled, his tone setting Jason on edge. “I know how you want to make sure everything is legal.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes but accepted the warrant, scanning the opening lines. Her eyes widened slightly, but that was the only change in her expression. Jason dropped his gaze to the copy in his hands—

They were looking for evidence that Jason had been shot a month earlier—blood-stained, bullet holes — he gritted his teeth. There was nothing to find of course. He’d never stepped foot in the penthouse until he’d nearly recovered, and there was nothing at the studio either. He’d made sure of that after Carly had made her threats—

But they knew he’d been shot which meant Carly had called their bluff.

“We’ll get started down here,” Taggert told the officers who came in after him. He nodded to Capelli. “You take a few uniforms upstairs.”

“I want to go,” Elizabeth said immediately. “I’m allowed,” she added when Capelli just glared at her. “I’m setting up my studio and there are chemicals, okay?”

“Fine,” Taggert retorted before Capelli could protest. Jason wasn’t wild about Elizabeth going upstairs alone to supervise. He had confidence in her, but he knew Capelli was the wild card. New to the PCPD, he was hot-headed and wouldn’t have even the basic respect Taggert did for Elizabeth.

“I don’t know what the hell you did to convince her to do this,” Taggert told Jason, “but you should be god damned ashamed yourself. She’s a kid—”

Jason said nothing. He knew Elizabeth was only eighteen, but why didn’t anyone ever stop to remember that he had no memories older than three years? Why didn’t that count for anything?

“Where’s the warrant?” Alexis demanded, appearing in the doorway, her cheeks flushed. Sonny was just over her shoulder. “What the hell is the basis for this search?” Jason handed her the paperwork. “Where’s Elizabeth?”

“Supervising the search upstairs—” Jason turned when he heard something rip—then saw one of the officers slicing down the cushion of the sofa. “What the—”

“Hey!” Alexis strode forward only to be waylaid by Taggert. “They’re looking for clothing,” she spat. “How the hell—”

“We can do a reasonable—” Taggert began but then there was a cry from the upstairs.

“Stop! Don’t—” Then Elizabeth’s voice went quiet. Even before her voice had faded, Jason had lunged towards the stairs.

Morgan Penthouse: Master Bedroom


Alexis and Sonny had followed Taggert and Jason, but by the time they caught up with them, Alexis thought she might be defending Jason on an assault charge.

Capelli had Elizabeth shoved up against the wall—one hand on her head, the other holding her hands together behind her back. On the ground, between the closet and the bed was a pile of white fabric and nearby, a painting neatly wrapped in brown packaging — with a foot-shaped hole through the middle of it.

Jason lunged forward but Sonny grabbed his partner’s arm at the same time Taggert hauled Capelli away from Elizabeth who was crying, her cheeks flushed.

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded of the other cop. “What the—”

“She interfered with my search,” Capelli snarled, “and was resisting arrest—”

“Interfered—” Elizabeth’s words were choppy as she forced herself to take a breath. Jason shoved off Sonny’s hand and went to her, framing her face with his hands. “I didn’t—I wasn’t—”

Alexis took another sweep of the room and her stomach pitched. They were searching for clothing, but the only clothing she could see was Elizabeth’s. The dresser drawers that had been dumped out onto the floor were hers, based on the feminine undergarments strewn in front of the dresser. Dresses and shirts and other pieces clothing had been ripped from hangers—

And the pile of white fabric, Alexis realized now, was Elizabeth’s wedding dress.

“I came in and he was throwing my clothes around,” Elizabeth tried to say. She cleared her throat, looked at Jason. “I tried to tell him where your things were because he was in the closet—and—”

“I can search everything in the damn room,” Capelli retorted, lifting his chin, but even Taggert was glaring at him. “What if he’d hidden evidence—”

“How did the dress get on the floor?” Taggert asked quietly. He went over to the garment bag that had, until the search, been neatly zipped and hanging outside the closet. The zipper was broken off as if it had been forcibly ripped open.

“He tore—” Elizabeth closed her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it’s stupid. It’s just a dress. He’s right. He tore my dress, and I got upset. I grabbed his arm—”

Wordlessly, Sonny went to the dress and lifted it up by the bodice. One of the straps was ripped and there was a tear in the delicate bodice. He held it up by the one intact strap, then arched a brow at Capelli. “You think some bloodstained clothing was hiding inside this scrap of lace and tulle?”

Capelli pressed his lips together. “I have every right—”

Taggert knelt down and turned over the painting. He looked at the foot-shaped hole, then at Capelli’s feet. “What happened to the painting?”

“It was on the floor—”

“When I grabbed his arm, he shoved me back,” Elizabeth interrupted. “And then he grabbed that—it was leaning against the wall—” she looked at Jason. “I brought it upstairs yesterday, remember? Before I—”

“I remember,” Jason said flatly. “It was leaning against the wall by the closet. And it was in one piece.”

“He did it on purpose—and then he shoved me against the wall—” Elizabeth closed her eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have just let him—”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jason cut in sharply, and she flinched. “You did nothing wrong.” He fisted his hands at his side. “Or do you want to arrest her for interfering?” he demanded of Taggert who slowly got to his feet.

“You could try it,” Alexis said with a dangerous smile. “But then I’ll explain that Capelli clearly targeted Elizabeth’s possessions in this rooms. Jason’s dresser—untouched. His clothing? Not on the floor. And you went for a wedding dress knowing she only got married yesterday—and this—” She took the painting from Taggert. “This tips it over into destruction.”

“I have every right—”

“Shut your goddamned mouth,” Taggert threw at Capelli who growled. “She’s right. You’ve been pissed ever since you found out about the wedding—”

“He married a witness—”

“And if you think that’s true,” Alexis said pleasantly, “what you’ve done today is nothing more than witness intimidation. You destroyed my client’s possessions and did irrefutable damage to her wedding dress and her painting — these are irreplaceable and I will be filing suit against the department.”

“Get down stairs.” Taggert grabbed Capelli and shoved him towards the door. “And get out of here. We’ll talk back at the station—”

“I can do whatever I want—”

“Like hell you can. Not on my cases.” Taggert swept his eyes over the room, over the other uniforms. “This search is over. We’re leaving.” When they hesitated, he narrowed his eyes. “Now—”

He turned back to Elizabeth who refused to look at him. Regret was etched into his expression, but Taggert said nothing, then left.

“I’ll make sure they all get out,” Sonny said, shoving his hands in his pockets and shaking his head. “And they call us the criminals.” He gently laid the damaged wedding dress on the bed. “I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”

“I’m sorry,” Elizabeth said again as she was left alone with Jason and Alexis. “I didn’t mean—”

“Actually,” Alexis said with a half smile. “You might have done us a favor. Capelli has just tainted this entire search warrant. I can make a good case that he was engaging in witness intimidation—he was angry that you were supervising the search,” she added, “and that you’d removed yourself from being interrogated through marriage.” She looked around the room, then at the painting she held. “So he decided to punish you.”

“And that helps us?” Jason asked skeptically.

“They clearly got this warrant based on Carly’s statement,” Alexis said. “The only way to give her statement any corroboration was to find some evidence backing it up. They can’t search now, and I assume even if they searched the studio, there’d be nothing to find.” She shrugged. “They can’t question Elizabeth now because of the intimidation. I won’t let you answer questions under any circumstances,” she said. “No lawyer would. Their case is dead in the water. Without any other evidence.”

“Oh.” Elizabeth rubbed her arms restlessly. “I guess that’s good, then. I wasn’t—”

“Capelli did this to himself,” Alexis assured her. “No one is going to say you were wrong to react when he went after your personal possessions. There’s not a woman in the world who wouldn’t have been upset to have their wedding dress destroyed in front of them—”

She shrugged, and set the painting down. “You reacted naturally, Elizabeth. I’ll put in a call to Mac and put together paperwork. We won’t actually file, but it’ll be enough to hold it over his head.”

She left them alone then, and Jason didn’t know what to say. Carly had followed through with her threats, and Elizabeth had been the one hurt. The painting—

Elizabeth went over to it, tearing away the last of the brown packaging, sighing as she ran her hands over the familiar jumble of colors he remembered from a few weeks earlier. The canvas had been framed with a light wood and looked like it was ready to be hung—

Except for the Capelli-shaped foot in the middle of the ferris wheel.

“I thought it might be nice to hang it in here,” Elizabeth said, numbly, running her fingers over the rips in the canvas.

“Can it be fixed?” Jason asked, his chest squeezing. She’d painted the wind and then she’d made him see it. Because of him, it had been ruined—

“Probably not, but I’ll try, I guess.” Elizabeth set it back down and looked at him. “It’s okay. I’ll put everything back. You should go talk to Sonny and Alexis.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling uncomfortable. “Okay. If you’re sure.”

“I am.” She forced a smile and it made him feel worse. “I’ll be down in a little bit. We’ll get something to eat.”

“Okay.” He went to the door, looked over his shoulder, still unsure, but then left her to clean up the mess the PCPD had left behind.

December 11, 2021

Hey! I’ve been thinking about making a change for a few weeks, and this last week has definitely given me ideas how to adjust my writing schedule to update Flash Fiction and have time/energy to write/edit other projects. I’ve been doing Flash Fiction on the weekends thinking that was the best idea, but I’ve found that diving into a story for an hour in the morning and then going into another story in the afternoon isn’t really working for me at the moment. Since weekends are my best opportunity to get a lot of writing done, and I’m not doing much writing during the week anyway, I’m going to move Flash Fiction to week days and leave weekends completely for my ongoing editing and drafting.

Scars is being moved to Tuesdays/Wednesdays and Signs of Life will be Thursdays/Fridays. I’m not updating all four of those days, but I’ll give myself the space to update either of those days so that you’re getting two updates a week even if they’re not quite regular, then writing/editing on Saturdays & Sundays. I can manage an hour of writing at least twice during the week which is all Flash Fiction needs, but it’s been harder to get the energy together for my longer projects.

I hope that makes sense, lol. It’s all about finding the right schedule that works best for me and still lets me write.  I’ll have the first update for you on Tuesday, I think, based on looking at my schedule (I have an after school meeting that may or may not change that) and definitely something on Thursday since I’m not going to be working that day.

Here’s what the next six weeks or so looks like.


  • Flash Fiction moving to week days.
  • December 31 – Karma, Part 1 gets posted at The Liason Haven.
  • Editing Mad World, Book 1 – ebook for rerelease
  • Editing Mad World, Book 4 – still in the reread, it’s a massive project and it’s been slowed down by IRL. hoping to get my notes and whatnot done by the end of the month.
  • Writing Smoke & Mirrors. Got slowed down on that but getting back into it this week and next. Plan is to finish up the first novella in the project by end of the month.


  • January 7 & 8 – Karma, Parts 2 & 3 posted at Liason Haven. Exclusive to that platform until at least April or May.
  • Diving into editing Mad World, Book 4.
  • Editing Mad World, Book 2 ebook for re-release
  • Re-releasing Book 1 as an ebook.
  • Fool Me Twice discovery

So you’re going to get some ebook re-releases since I’m cleaning up typos of Mad World and working on formatting. Book 1 — will be January, Book 2 – Feb, Book 3 – March, and then I’ll be releasing Book 4 in April. We’re still on track with that.

Still working on a full status update of everything, but here you go. You’re still getting an entire novella at the end of the year, so new content is coming 🙂

December 5, 2021

Hey! Just dropping in to let you know I won’t be updating today, either. I was hoping I would be able to, so I didn’t say anything yesterday but it looks like I won’t get to writing today either.  I’m not really sure how it happened, lol, but somehow I got incredibly behind on a lot of things at work and I had to work every night after I came home, and then I spent most of yesterday working and I’ll be doing that today, too. Hoping the tasks I set for myself today put me in good shape for the rest of the week, but we’ll see.

At any rate, I’ll be back next Saturday!