Max Tales Mysteries

Max Tales Mysteries

Bolivar Point Light

Boliver Point Light

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Northern Light 

By: Annette O'Hare

Civil War has robbed Margaret Logan of all she holds dear, including her beloved New Orleans home and her fiancé. When her family moves to the desolate Bolivar Peninsula to manage a lighthouse that is no longer there, all her hopes for a normal future are dashed. Her world is rocked once again when a wounded Yankee soldier washes ashore needing her help. Despite her contempt for the North, Margaret falls in love with Thomas Murphy. As their love blooms, Margaret’s sister is overcome with neurosis, and her mind slowly slips away. Bitterness, psychosis and depression yield a decision fueled by contempt. Will one fatal choice cause Margaret to lose the man she loves and condemn Thomas to death?

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My Writing Journey - Part 4 The Day It Came Down My Street

This post isn’t the beginning of a really bad horror story, although it did happen in the early seventies and most of us don’t want to remember seventies movies. No, the thing that came down my street one amazing summer afternoon was the Bookmobile! Does anyone remember the Bookmobile? I believe that in order to have sighted one (back in the day) you are probably pretty old by now…like myself. I asked my older brother if he remembered because if I was there then he was there, he didn’t. I guess he’s so old he’s losing his memory! But according to my Mom, it really happened. I’m not making it up. The Bookmobile really did come down our street in rural Houston, Texas.

Here’s what the Bookmobile looked like when it rolled down my street.

 

I tease…that picture is from the 1920s!

I’m not quite that old. But as you can see, the Bookmobile has been around for many, many years. The picture below, circa 1970s, is probably a better likeness of what the Houston Bookmobile looked like.


These days, you’re about as likely to see a Bookmobile driving around town, as you are to see the Spruce Goose flying overhead. With today’s technology, easier vehicular access to libraries and the Internet, there’s no longer a need for the Bookmobile. It’s simply a thing of the past, a virtual dinosaur of days gone by.

 

As I wrote this passage I asked my youngest who’s thirteen if he’d ever heard of the Bookmobile. Of course he hadn’t. I went on to explain to him what it was all about. His reaction was priceless. The jaw dropped open and he proclaimed how cool an idea that was and wondered why we don’t have them anymore. Sad…

 

Then I happened upon a website about a Bookmobile. Chris Grawl and Kelly Allen decided to join a fleet of Houston food trucks and started The Billy Pilgrim Traveling Library. I had no idea…Houston has a Bookmobile!

 

So what’s next? I’m taking my son to visit the Bookmobile of course!

 

Oh…I never said what any of this has to do with my writing journey. You see, was it not for my love of books and my unhealthy obsession with the Bookmobile, I probably wouldn’t be writing this today. And there you have it.

Northern Light Cover Art Released

Ms. O'Hare's publisher has released the cover art for Northern Light, her first full length novel. Details on the book release date to follow soon. Excitement is building.

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My Writing Journey - Part 3 Flunkies?

May 6, 2015

Me: I remember when my brother Paul and me used to make flunkies.
 
The Hubby: Flunkies, what do you mean you used to make flunkies? Do you mean a person who performs relatively menial tasks for someone else, especially obsequiously? Like a minion, a lackey, a subordinate, or an underling?
 
Me: Yes, exactly, and by the way, when did you become a dictionary?
 
The Hubby: Never mind that. You can’t just turn people into flunkies.
 
Me: No, no, you don’t understand. Flunkies aren’t people. Flunky is the name we gave to the clay figures we molded to act out the scenarios we made up.
 
The Hubby: Wait a minute. Is this another one of your writing journey blog posts?
 
Me: Why yes it is. How did you ever guess?
 
The Hubby: All right then, is this the part where I ask you to tell me your story?
 
Me: I thought you’d never ask. And please don’t roll your eyes at me. First of all, let me say that it wasn’t me, but Paul who invented flunkies. Their shape was generally the same as Spook from Wizard of Id comic strip. If you aren’t of a certain age or perhaps a comic junkie you probably don’t know what Spook looks like. That’s why I’ve included a picture. That’s generally what flunkies looked like; only they weren’t covered with hair.

Paul and I formed the clay into these capsule shaped figures and snapped toothpicks in half for their arms and legs. After we finished making the flunkies they took on a life of their own.
 
A few flunkies realized they were musically talented and decided to form a band. They heard about another flunky who could sing. The lead guitarist flunky asked Paul to make them some instruments. Paul knew a lot about instruments back then. As a matter of fact, he still does. He tediously formed the clay into tiny guitars, drums, keyboard, microphones and amplifiers. He even made cords for everything using yo-yo string. There were a couple flunkies left. And while they loved music, they didn’t have any musical talent. They became flunky roadies.
 
The flunky band was amazing! They produced covers of songs by such bands as The Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel and The Rolling Stones. Their whirlwind Texas tour went on for probably three whole days before Mom told us to stay out of the toothpicks and to get our clay band off the kitchen table.
 
The Hubby: Okay so you made these flunkies…they formed a band…they went on tour then they ended up at the back of your closet. What does any of this have to do with your writing journey?
 
Me: Can’t you see the amazing story world we created? This simple exercise might have been child’s play back then, but now I see it was a precursor to my love of story and my love of writing.
 
The Hubby: Oh. I can see how you came to that assessment. But…
 
Me: But what?
 
The Hubby: Well, do you think maybe you and your brother just might have an affinity with clay?
 
Me: You just don’t get it…
 
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