Author Archives: Pattyann McCarthy

About Pattyann McCarthy

Hi There! I'm a fiery redhead with a personality to match! I've been creating stories since I was very young, but all that creativity was shelved for a very long time while I chose to attend other life matters, and for the last seven years, I must confess, I've caught a bug; the WRITING BUG that is! A few months back, I finally finished my humorous memoir that took me seven years to write, but it's finished and I can't tell you how happy I am about that. It was completely freeing to finally have it off my desk! Today, I write almost anything, but I favor the horror/supernatural genre and these days, I'm penning two horror/supernatural novels at the very same time, and I love it! I enjoy having multiple projects going at the same time; if I hit a creative wall on one, I simply move to the other, and when neither one is speaking to me, I meander away for a few days and write a couple of short stories or a novella, or I go and learn something I didn't know before. I enjoy being a well-rounded writer! Lately, I've begun the somewhat terrifying journey into the land of submissions, though I think I can handle it, so no worries. I've been submitting my short stories to competitions and am beginning to submit to Literary Magazines too, so we'll see how this adventure turns out; so far, so good. On a normal day, you'll find me sitting outside, laptop or pen and tablet in hand, writing my heart out and breathing fresh air listening to birdsong, while reveling in my passion and bleeding my soul onto the pages of my stories . . .

Whatever Happened to . . .

…that nice Pattyann! 🙂

I know it seems as if I dropped off the face of the planet, but I’m still here. So much has happened since I wrote my last post back in September of 2015, and most of it isn’t good. So here’s a recap of some of what’s happened to me, and I’ll try not to whine too much.


The most major thing that happened was losing my mom last May. That was devastating; I was devastated losing my best friend in the whole world. The sad part is, I didn’t know she was my first and best friend until after she died, and I never got the chance to say farewell to her. She died seven tiny minutes before I got to the hospital and my heart is broken. I spent my whole adult life fighting for my autonomy from her, and then she died, and I realized how important she was in my world; how important she was to me! I lost the only person in the world who truly had my back, right or wrong, fail or succeed, she stood behind me 100% and no one can ever take her place. Some come close, but she was my biggest cheerleader, and God knows I miss her every single second.


I thought after she died that I was okay. That I could continue on, adapting to the fact she was no longer here, and my beliefs told me she was finally living in a better place after suffering for so long with her many illnesses. Guess what? I wasn’t okay. I’m not okay. Not on any level and I sort of died too. Even worse than dying was – my life collapsed. I allowed my life to collapse . . . completely. I always thought of myself as a strong person, and now I have to admit, as painful as it is to do, that I’m not strong at all. Oh sure, I wore a brave face, all the while devastation surrounded me and still does.


My writing was the first thing to collapse on me and then the depression hit. I hid myself from the public, not engaging online with anyone and on the rare occasion I did, it was extremely brief. I didn’t want anyone to see how weak I was and am. I tried to write here and there, entered a flash competition once in a great while, but it was all so dreadful; my writing was dreadful. Creativity vanished in me and that was my breaking point. I just, stopped, writing. I stopped trying to create something, anything and now, I’m struggling to get the fires lit again because I know none of this is what mom would’ve wanted for me. It only took me eleven months to realize. So, it feels like I’m back at square one, trying to get up and running and find my writing mojo once again, but it isn’t going well and here’s why . . .


Not even four months after I lost mom, as if that wasn’t enough to deal with, I lost my precious granddaughter too. My youngest son went through a nasty break-up. I’ll spare the unlovely details, but suffice it to say, I lost my beautiful little grandbaby in the process. My sons’ ex immediately cut off all forms of communication with me and my family which made it clear she didn’t want any of us involved with our own flesh and blood. She kept mementos from my moms burial, family heirlooms that are not hers to keep, and the things I lovingly preserved from my sons’ childhood, including all the Christmas ornaments I collected for him since he was two years old and she’s made no attempt to try and return them. My ex and I have spent countless harrowing hours with our son dealing with legal issues, thousands of dollars that neither of us have, and more time and sleepless nights than I can tell you, and we’re still not out of the woods yet. There are more hoops to jump through and more money to throw at a gutless, heartless legal system that aims at destroying lives based on hearsay. Suffice it to say, I’m exhausted, broke and stressed beyond comprehension and it’s not over yet. I feel as though I’m drowning in stress.


In the process of all this, my granddaughter is growing up, and I’m missing her life and I bleed over this every single day. I’m heartbroken that I missed the first Christmas she actually knew what Christmas was, and her first birthday was taken from me. Her first steps, first words and so much more, stolen. These first moments in life; there are no do-overs, they can never be given back and I’m devastated over it!


Not only am I missing her, my son is missing his daughter terribly; missing the daily changes as she grows, and it kills me that I can’t help ease his sadness and distress. I never saw him ache as he does and there’s nothing, absolutely NOTHING I can do to help him except be there for him when his pain gets unbearable. I can only pray for God to help and comfort him.


And then last November, I got really sick with a major infection in my body. It was on again, off again through the holidays and just after the New Year, the pain came and didn’t leave. Course after course of antibiotics and pain medications did little to alleviate the infection, so I had some minor surgery in the beginning of March and am presently still healing, but I’m feeling so much better physically.


Since December and currently, my aunt and I are house-hunting. Every available moment we have to spare we are trolling real estate sites for a new home, seeing houses in the physical and praying to God to bring us a home that we can afford which suits our needs. So far, nothing. We need to dismantle the household we are currently residing in since the owners want to sell so we’re in a bit of a time crunch and life feels hurried and moving at a snails’ pace at the same time. My aunt and I feel as if we are stuck in Limbo, our lives and work on hold (she is an Artist,) until we are settled in our own home and some days it feels as if that will never happen. All we can do is keep up with what we’re doing and pray something comes soon!


I’m dealing with the return of my little Westies’ cancer, the tumor on his leg bigger than ever! I’ve chosen not to have a second surgery on him since the first one was so traumatic for him and having a second one would be far worse. He would have an open incision for months and months and I can’t in my heart put him through that again. I’m not resigned to losing him though and I look daily for natural treatments that may help to prolong his days without injury to his body and the stress I live with every day isn’t helping him in any way. I pray constantly that God won’t take him from me – I need my little one. He’s my source of comfort and security and I love him as much as I love my children!


In the meantime, life is happening all around me, but I don’t feel a part of it. I feel disconnected from everyone and everything and I dislike this feeling immensely. I watch my friends and social circles online, rejoicing for them as they enjoy their lives and accomplish their goals, and I keep an eye on all the writing sites I’ve been involved in and I want say THANK YOU to each of you for remembering who I am and tweeting my name. I WILL be back and stronger than ever, I just need the time to get through this desert I’m wandering in. It’s an arid and lonely place I roam and I’m unaccustomed to not being in my fertile creative place where my mind is free to create something of value, instead of bogged down with all the stresses of my life at this time. I’m trying to fight my way back to the green pastures, but right now, with my moms’ birthday next week and her one year anniversary next month, this is the best I can do – for now. Don’t give up on me! I guess that’s a tall request, since it seems I’ve given up on myself since last May, and, although I’ve been weak, I know the strength I had is still within me – somewhere, I just need to start fighting back against the deserts’ wind storms trying to break my spirit, hopes and dreams. I promise you, I’m coming back! I’m fighting as hard as I can and I feel, if I can just get ONE thing to go right in my life, everything else will fall into place. I don’t even care which one thing it is, I just need ONE thing to go in the right direction, to resolve, then I believe, I know, I’ll be all right!


I want to thank you for taking your valuable time to read of my journey for the last year. I would prefer it be more positive, but life is life and this is my sojourn for the time being.


If you feel moved by my words, please take a moment to share me! As always, I’m Just Me and this is my story – for now. 🙂

Trying to find this smile again!

Trying to find this smile again!


Just a Quickie Today

Just want to take a moment to share with you, one of my stories titled, The Depression found here: under week 1X26 won an HONORABLE MENTION today! So very happy about this, and ever grateful to Ruth and Cara who run this fantastic site!

If you’re up to the challenge, come #write and #play with us! It’s great fun and #FlashFiction is a great way to hone your #writing for longer stories and novels! Come and check us out!!

The Judge’s comments for this story:

SOLDIER | HONORABLE MENTION | – Pattyann McCarthy | @PattyannMc 

Cara Says: 500 words to capture the love of a lifetime… the result is sweet and sad, and my heart ached for the MC who longs to reunite with his love.

Ruth Says: The payoff on those first ten words (‘Love winds up ripping your heart out if you’re lucky …’) is sweetly wrenching!

Here’s my badge for this newest placement, though the title is incorrect on it, the Judges comments refer to it succinctly: 😀


Lots of News.. 1ST PLACE WINS

Well, to start . . . The story posted here on my previous blog, titled ‘Death Comes Unnaturally,’ I’m EXCITED to share WON 1st place So honored to be chosen! My first PRIZE win, EVER! 😀 I will forever be grateful for juicing my spirits, and as if I’m not addicted enough to writing, pushing me to write harder, faster and throw all caution to the winds!


And, in other news, my story titled, ‘The Wilderness of Chaos’ submitted here: in week: 3.13 WON 1st place also! This is beyond great news having TWO 1st place wins this week. I’ve been battling personal issues the last two weeks, and feel as though I’ve been in a writing slump, but I’m REVIVED now, and nothing’s gonna stop me from going for my dreams and goals! Here is my newest badge!

Death Comes Unnaturally

I am a stonehearted, cold-blooded murderer. At least, that’s what others say of me. I prefer the term killer. It just seems, more colloquial, less intended. In addition, I like the play on words, and since I only kill women, my choice of ‘killer’ becomes ‘kill her!’ An inside joke that I find funny, but one you might not get.

Some have also labelled me a ‘psychopath,’ and I enjoy that label because I agree with it! No one would ever guess I run a multimillion-dollar company creating video games, but I do. By day, I’m a jeans-clad, T-shirt wearing businessman creating violent games for the masses who feed on killing gravatars without consequences. By night, I roam Central Park cloaked in my dark blue garb and polished black oxfords looking for stupid women who should’ve listened to their parents and not go out alone in the dark, especially in Central Park. It never ceases to amaze me how many women ignore that piece of good advice. I think perhaps they have an unsoiled notion that death comes unnaturally to other people, not themselves. That’s too bad – for them, but great for me and my hobby! Those creatures that think they’re invincible feed my insatiable hunger for murder and mayhem! I crave the sight and taste of blood, and if I could experience emotion, it’s probably the closest I can get to happy.

I’m a celebrity these days. I see the news; I hear them calling me a Serial Killer, and I smile at that title. I’ve definitely earned it. Seventeen women so far, since I began feeding my desires, and since no one knows who I am, I’m planning to continue my hobby. I’m hoping I can beat Theodore Robert Cowell, aka Ted Bundy’s record! As far as I know, reports state he admitted to killing over 100 people, though not all were women. My plan is to kill far more than that, only I want all my victims to be women! I feel darned accomplished, and I know the system backwards and forwards, so I think I can beat my idols record and not break a sweat.

I have quite the year ahead of me and I’m excited to ratchet up the stakes, and I believe I can do that since its early spring and the girls are crawling out of the woodwork! All these babes running through the park trying to get their bloated winter bodies in shape for summer fun; it’s almost too easy. Too bad some of them won’t get to enjoy their summers, slipping into skimpy bikinis, hanging onto their boyfriends arms as they strut their stuff at the beach. They’ll wish they went to the gym instead.


Last evening was quite the thrill for me as the sun slowly waned. I went walking in the park, looking for my next victim, and I found her. She was stunning too, even if she was flushed and sweaty from her run. She had the most gorgeous head of jet hair, long and pulled into a ponytail. Her turquoise eyes were the truest turquoise I’ve ever seen; it was almost a shame I choose her, but she was so satisfying. I couldn’t help myself. I really enjoyed Jess, and she never for a second saw it coming! Oh sure, she was apprehensive at first, just like the others, but after I introduced myself, showing her my credentials, she relaxed; just like the others. Works every time!

We sat on a park bench for a long while, talking. I shared my adventures as a video game developer and she shared that she specifically loved my, ‘Murder in the Dark’ game. Said she played it every chance she got when she wasn’t on a modeling gig. That made me happy, or as happy as I can get, and it made me feel more connected to her; we had something in common. I’d decided right then, I’d make it a point of asking future selections if they liked playing video games, because the feeling of being that connected amped up the excitement even more!

I not going to bore you with the conversations we had. It was ‘getting to know you’ stuff and not stimulating at all, but I think she really liked me and thought maybe she had a shot at dating me, which made me giddy, since I already knew where this chance meeting was heading. I will confess, I did give pause to my plans for a hot second, but quickly dismissed it when my hunger overpowered my need for a date.

That hunger always begins the same way with a juicy, hot metallic taste in my mouth. I guess I’m like a German shepherd; once I get a taste of blood, I want more. I feel charged up, like I’ve been sucking on an electrical cable full of juice, and my loins get tingly. My hands and legs grow numb and my vision narrows to a pinprick as I focus on one aspect on my woman’s face. This time, it was Jess’s turquoise eyes. They were simply stunning. Her smile was beautiful too, all those glistening, perfect teeth, but they scared me at the same time! All I could think of was how easily they could bite through my flesh.

When I’m in the zone, I can actually feel my mind disconnecting from reality, the longer I focus on a part of my woman’s face, and then anger rushes over me, consuming me. Not sure why that happens. I don’t really understand it, but a while ago, a therapist said it had something to do with being angry with my mom. I disagreed. My mom died when I was five, so I don’t think I have any reason to be upset with her, other than she died when I was five, but that wasn’t her fault. So no, I don’t think it has anything to do with my mom. And, just in case you’re wondering, I don’t have a specific type. I choose any hair color, eye color and body type, so none of my victims reminds me of mom either. So long as they’re female, they’re fair game for me.

I acted as if I was smitten with her; she played coy with me, trying to entice me to ask her out on a date. Though, when I leaned in to kiss her, she backed away, and I could feel a little fear take hold of her. She stood to leave. I know I moved too fast for her, but I already knew what was going to happen. I actually did ask her out on a date, just to put her at ease once again, and it worked. She sat back down beside me and we resumed our flirting. I asked myself if I would’ve pursued her had she actually walked away, but that didn’t happen, so it’s moot. I leaned in again to kiss her, and this time, she responded. She had the nicest lips, and I have to say, I really enjoyed it!

We held hands as we went for a stroll further into the park; she was relaxed. We were somewhere close to the center, the day turned into dusk and I saw my chance, the park mostly empty. I pulled her behind a boulder, and as she was about to protest, I placed my lips against hers and gave her the smokiest kiss I could. She seemed to like it, so I ran my hand over her body and I felt her nipples responding. She confessed she’d never done anything like this in public before and she groaned loudly when I placed my hand between her legs, fondling her. Things got rough for her after that, and I can’t give you any details, because I don’t recall all of them, other than, I slipped a garrote from my pocket; I seemed to disappear completely into another place.

For the record, a garrote is not my weapon of choice. That would be my hunting knife! The serrated edge does a nice job of mangling their beautiful faces and sexual organs, and I almost feel like Jack the Ripper! I keep that stowed in its sheath down the back of my pants, uncomfortable, yes, but necessary to get the job done.

After I had my morning coffee, I had an incredible experience as I stood with a group of spectators near the crime scene. An inspector was there, dressed in a makeshift hazmat suit so he didn’t sully the area, examining the body of poor Jess who was already in a body bag, her blood seeping through the cheap canvas, and I was hoping they’d put me to work since I was wearing my Police uniform. Did I tell you, I used to be a N.Y.C. cop? I still have my old badge too. Is it any wonder those women trusted me? However, I’d like to believe it’s my charm.

Honored Beyond Belief!

I’m a bit behind on my upkeep here, but want to share with you how honored I am that my story, ‘The Road Only Bends for the Mountain’ submitted to ! won 1st place! This is incredible! Follow the link to see mine, and other oh, so talented Writers’ stories. When you get there, under recent posts, click on Mid-week Blues Buster week 3.10 to see all the incredible stories posted!

Here’s what our Judge, Angie Trafford had to say:

@PattyannMc – the road only bends for the mountain – this is a story that leaves you wondering what exactly happened to the protagonist. All that is left behind are the thoughts of what could have been. When the road finally bends she finds that she has been forgiven. I absolutely love this story, very well done.

And my newest badge of honor:

Change Your Thinking . . .

I tweeted this earlier, but it bears repeating.

I’ve heard it said, “True freedom is not about having money. It’s about waking up every morning with joy in your heart, looking forward to your day, and loving what you do!” I am FREE, are you?

Change your thinking, and you’ll change your life, has been my motto for a few years now. It’s wasn’t easy at first, all those negative thoughts in my head, conditioned from years of listening to negative speakers, and negative thinkers. Conditioned and relayed through the negative messages of this world, and I swallowed it, hook, line and sinker. (So sorry for the cliche, but it’s apropos.) One day back then, I grew my own brain.

It was because of something I read, though today, I can’t remember exactly what it was, but it changed the course of my life. I realized that day, life is not about a destination. It’s not about reaching a final goal, or crossing a finish line somewhere up ahead in the distance, in the future, no. Instead, it’s all about the journey of life. The days I/we travel, sometimes trudge through, as if walking through quicksand, getting mired in the quest, but it’s all a part of the journey of life. Not all days are great days, and not all days are difficult days. If we’d only realize that the good, the bad, the somewhat, ahem days and the brilliant days, filled with all the good things of this life, is the course and nature of our lives, we’d all be so much happier! The thing of it is, when you can say to yourself on those days that are taxing and seem like they’ll never end, “This too shall pass,” and realize through every valley there is a peak, you’ll breathe easier knowing a rainbow follows every storm. It helps us to appreciate those brilliant days.

So, one day, I changed my thinking. Every time I had a negative thought, every time I told myself I wasn’t good enough, I wasn’t smart enough, I wasn’t a good enough writer, or I didn’t deserve better, or believed I was nothing as I was told by my father, I consciously stopped myself in my tracks and turned my thoughts around! I said instead, “I am good enough. I’m somebody. I have promise. I have dreams that are attainable. I’m a good person. I deserve better.” And, every time I believed I was a failure, or I had nothing, I turned that around too. Instead of speaking the things I didn‘t want from this life, I began speaking the things I DO want!

For example, instead of saying I’m broke, or I’m sick, or I don’t have this or that, I now say, I have enough to pay my bills and buy groceries, and more will come when it’s time, and it seems my money always stretches. Instead of saying I’m sick, I say instead, I’m healthy and this is just a cold which will go away, and I always feel better sooner, rather than later. I don’t use poisonous flea treatments on my little West Highland Terrier, Angel, so I always worried and said, Please don’t let him get fleas. Guess what? He’d end up with a flea on him! Now I say, he’s flea-free! And guess what, and praise Almighty, he doesn’t get fleas anymore! Not one!

You see, what happens is, when you think or speak negative things, you’re actually drawing that energy from the universe. What you fear will come, because you dwell upon it, and fear is a strong emotion, so trust me when I say, those negative things will come. All those negative things you don’t want in your life. So turn your thinking and your speech around, and you’ll start drawing the things you DO want. I’m not kidding. I want every one I know, every one who reads this to feel the joy I feel. And in case you might be wondering, no I don’t feel happy clappy, easy-peasy every single day, but I don’t stress about it, because I know every one has an off day once in a while. I get through that day as best I can, continually reminding myself that, this too shall pass, and consciously turning my thoughts to the positive and before I know it, I’m through it and on to the next day feeling sunny and happy!

It didn’t happen for me overnight, and it probably won’t for you either. It took a while to condition and force myself to see only the positive, to think of positive thoughts, to learn how to change my negative speech into positive speech, and I’m still learning, only now, I’m conscious of what I say. I don’t say things like, “Go to hell,” to someone. I don’t damn myself or those I know, because those are negative traits. I try hard not to judge or condemn others knowing every one has their own crosses to bear, but I know for a fact, those crosses become less of a burden when you change your thinking. I want to be as uplifting as I can be to myself and others. I want to bless people with my trials and errors, and my success at what I know to be tried and true, because I’m the proof of the matter.

If you wait in this life to reach your destination, trust me when I say, you’ll have died before that happens and you’ll have spent your life waiting for nothing. Let go of the negative thoughts in your mind, and let go of the negative words you speak. Let go of old hurts, sorrows and stress, guilt, hate, and judgement; people are not ours to judge. Realize every thing happens for a reason, and there is a season for ALL things. What you desire comes to you just when it’s supposed to, in the way that you have need of it. Trust those truths. Turn yourself around, face the light of the sun, experience the stars in all their glory. Think lightly, positively and keep at it until you don’t have to think about it anymore, it’ll come naturally; and I promise you, YOU will start to change. Your LIFE will start to change. You’ll see more of the things you desire begin happening! And don’t stop, keep going and enjoy YOUR JOURNEY, because it is, after all, YOUR journey to enjoy! I’m enjoying mine, I’m happy and fulfilled, I’m still and always will be a student of life, and I love it, because that’s the way I roll and I’m Just Me . . .

Thank you for taking the time to read my meanderings and as always, please be so kind as to leave a comment, and if you enjoy what you’ve read here, please SHARE ME! 😀

A Real Quickie for You!

Just a quickie today, as I’ve soooo much to write over the next few days, and the NYCMidnight Flash Competition begins this Friday, which I’m VERY excited about!  I’m honored and excited to share with you that yesterday, my story ‘Tripping with Jack’ snagged 1st Place yesterday, here:

Check out my winning story under the Mid-week Blues Buster week 3.08 and four others written by amazingly talented peeps! Running off to create some more magic! And I leave you with the Judge’s comments, which nearly blew me off my chair, and here they are with my newest badge of honor. . .

Judges Jeff Tsuruoka’s Comments:

We had another low-turnout week here at the MWBB.

I had five great entries to read, and read I did. So… without further ado, here are the Winners.

This week’s Runner-Up is… Ruth Long.
Ruth’s story featured fantastic banter. I’m a total sucker for fantastic banter.

And this week’s Winner is… Pattyann McCarthy!

Pattyann crafted a tale with vivid sensory imagery and an understated, highly effective emotional punch.

Mazel tov to both of you!

Pattyann – here’s a Winner’s Badge for you;


Wow! Blown away!

One of my recent submissions this past weekend received a Special Mention! I’m absolutely blown away because it’s just a fun little story that sang to me to write, and so I did.  This happens most often at night, just before bedtime where I’m compelled to stay up late and get the story committed to my laptop and more often than not, submitted before bedtime too. The website is here: and it’s a tough nut to crack for a Writer! There are many, many talented Writer’s on there with brilliant stories and run by a fantastic Admin team and my hat’s off to them for keeping it all running perfectly.

Each week the Judge’s rotate, and do they ever have their work cut-out for them. Last weekend, over 70 stories posted to the sight, all incredible by incredibly talented Writers!

I hope you’ll bounce over there and have a read for yourselves. They’re all Flash Fiction pieces based on book prompts; this past weekend’s was George Orwell’s “1984′, where we choose two of the 5 prompts listed, such as totalitarianism or dystopia, or theme, or character and so on . . .

They’re all quick reads and I hope you’ll grace them with a visit!

Without further ado, here is my story that received a Special Mention with the Judge’s comments after! Have fun!

Conflict (Man? Vs Society)
Theme: Totalitarianism
WC: 224

One Down, One to Go

Wee red Smud and black Hairy Harry precariously walked across a glass table.

“This is kinda scary, Harry. What if we fall through?” His eyes shifted everywhere.

“Don’t be scared, kiddo, we ain’t gonna fall through.”

“It’s slippery too!”

“Well, put yer glue on yer feet. We’re almost to the edge.”

Voice trembling, “I don’t know bout this, its awful high!”

“Yer okay, foller me!”

They glided down a gossamer thread, reaching the ground. Wee Smud cried as he fell, petrified. A world of weird fibers, thick and twisted, was a forest of obstacles, as they struggled to go round, over, and under. Flecks of debris and strange-looking dusty tumbleweeds stood in their paths, barring progress. Insects as big as boulders attacked them, one in particular was after Smud.

“Harry, whatda I do? Help!” Smud cried.

“Keep yer wits about ya and run! Put yer legs into it.”

A wall of rubber blocked their way, and then it raised. All sixteen eyes reflected the tread as it came towards them. Harry split, all eight legs making a run for it, while wee red Smud became a red smudge, eight legs splayed around him, a goner!

“Janice turned to her husband, what can I say? It’s a totalitarian society in this household, and we don’t abide spiders. One down, one to go. I’ll get it!

Most Terrifying Dystopia, Arachnid Edition: Pattyann McCarthy, “One Down, One to Go.” Rollicking fun, though not for the hilariously-clepped characters!

THAT makes me happy! 😀


Rolling right along, baby-stepping in the right direction . . .

One of my recent flash fiction pieces titled ‘Indigo Mourning’ won 2nd place on So incredible and so incredibly honored. The prompt was a picture of kids playing stick ball in the street, and the bookend prompts were: child and star. It was a brilliant challenge to make something of all that, but we writers, well, we’re creative like that, and it’s fun! Here’s what this weeks Judge Foy S Ivers had to say about my story, and I thank her from the bottom of my heart:

2nd Place

Indigo Mourning by Pattyann McCarthy

This piece took the idea of a lost childhood and peered at it from a fresh angle. That of a mother, her “dreams disappearing into vapor,” dealing with a childless reality as it forms. That originality alone clinched a spot on the winner’s podium. Through stunning imagery, the author captures the soul-shredding pain of a miscarriage (“I’m learning how to breathe, how to exist”), and the irrational guilt that often follows (“my uterus couldn’t sustain him, killing my son”). Life begins as a blinding joy, friends and family singing with you, only to dim, singing silenced, as the heavens appear indigo “through mourning eyes.” Personally it was difficult to read and I was grateful that the final line held so much truth: “In the midnight beyond, my baby’s the brightest star.”

Her words made me cry and I couldn’t be happier! The winner of Micro Bookends round 1.38, Iskandar Haggerty with his story, ‘Dull Silver’ is well deserved!

Pop over to and have a read of my story, and the winner’s, along with many, many talented and oh so creative Writers! Have a look around, and if you’re a flash junkie like me, jump on in and give the competition a go for yourself!

The point is, it sharpens and hones your skills, you get kudos out the wazoo, you get the voices of other talented writers’ in your ear, pick up a word here and there you might not have thought to use, and it’s so much FUN being a part of a community! Writing can be a lonely business, but it’s not so lonely when you’re amongst your peers dealing with the same struggles as yourself, so swallow your fears and just do it, like I did, and you know why I did it? Because,  I love setting up challenges for myself and because,  I’m Just Me . . . 😀

I'm Just Me . . .

Holy . . . WOW! First Place . . .

I JUST learned my story, ‘SOME OTHER TIME’ won FIRST place on theangryhourglass website and I can’t tell you how incredibly honored and excited I am at this news!

My thanks to Judge F.E. Clark for choosing my story, and a big CONGRATULATIONS to Catherine Connolly and Mark A. King for standing on the winners podium with me!

I’m invited to stand as a Judge of this competition the weekend of July 24th through July 25th and as scary as that sounds, I’m going for it; getting my feet wet as it were! I hope I can do this justice – No! I’m certain I can do this justice.

Just a quickie here today, but I’ll be back, and soon to showcase some writing and Writers! Until then . . .I’m Just Me, and damn it feels good today! 🙂

Momma, I wish you were here to share this with me, but I’m certain you are, even though I can’t see you with my eyes anymore . . . I love you . . . Always . . .You made me who I am . . . Thank you . . .