Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Stop Talking and Listen!

I'm on a seemingly endless hunt for a hairstylist. Since I've moved, I've yet to find that connection. Oh, sure, they can cut hair in that way most stylists seem to do these days.



Talent with a pair of scissors is important. But there's something more I'm looking for. I want that connection that you get with a stylist. You know, the one that makes going to the salon something like this:



I've now been to three separate stylists and guess the one thing they have in common. They all asked not a single question about me.



"What did you talk about?" my mom asked. That's a good question. Thinking back, it was mostly small talk about the local community, the other customers who have been in, and their own lives. I realized, though, that I didn't ask them questions about their family. Mostly because...




It just seems alarming to me that not a single stylist so far has actually wanted to get to know me. It seems most of them are disinterested altogether. I want that bond, but when they couldn't even tell you my name five seconds after I walked out of there, it feels a bit like I was just a number.



It's not just the hair salon, either. It seems everywhere you go, people just want to talk about themselves. And I have a very, very low tolerance for listening to it.



How do you get out of boring conversations? Does it matter to you if your service providers make conversation or is "comfortable silence" fine?

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Cover Reveal: Abducted Life by Patricia Josephine

Patricia Lynne always has some of the most interesting blog posts. When she isn't entertaining the blogosphere, she's hard at work on her next novel. Today, I'm showing off her latest cover, which instantly makes me want to learn more about it!




Blurb:

Savannah Janowitz’s perfect life was destroyed the night she and her boyfriend vanished without a trace. When she reappears a year later––alone––she’s a shell of her former self. Robbed of her popularity and her boyfriend, she has no memory of what happened to her. Savannah struggles to move forward as strange, new abilities manifest.

Evan Sullivan never gave extra-terrestrials much thought until the night he and Savannah were abducted. While Savannah’s memory was wiped clean, he remembers every horrific detail. Constantly reminded of the experiments that made him less than human, Evan hides in the shadows and watches Savannah rebuild her life without him.

But neither can let the other go. When their paths cross, Savannah and Evan finally see a glimmer of their old lives return. As they face what happened to them, they soon discover they aren’t safe. There’s more to fear than what’s hiding in the stars.

Find the book on Goodreads.

Bio:


When Patricia Josephine isn't writing, she is watching Doctor Who or reading about serial killers. It is her dream to one day have what resembles a petting zoo. She is also an avid knitter. One can never have too much yarn! She also writes young adult under the name Patricia Lynne.



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Monday, December 19, 2016

Mystery Monday: Mitrice Richardson

It's Monday, which means it's time for another...



Every Monday, I'm presenting a new mystery. Some have been solved...some remain unsolved to this day. 

Today's mystery was requested by the lovely Military Wife. (Her blog is a blast, if you don't already read it!) It surrounds the mystery of the sudden disappearance of this woman:




24-year-old Mitrice Richardson was a beauty queen and recent college graduate, having earned her degree in psychology. On September 17, 2009, she was driving along the Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu when she inexplicably stopped at a popular coastal restaurant.



Her behavior throughout her time at Geoffrey's was bizarre, to say the least. It started with the valet, who came back from parking a car to find her car empty. Mitrice was in the valet's car, going through his CD collection. She spoke in full sentences, but used words that didn't make sense within those sentences. She left his car and went into the restaurant.



Inside the restaurant, she asked for a table, where she ordered a cocktail and a $65 steak.



She suddenly asked to join a large party seated nearby. Once at the table, she began rambling about astrological signs and telling people her mom was Mother Earth. After the party was gone, she tried to leave without paying, at which point she casually admitted she couldn't pay. She had the restaurant call her great-grandmother, who offered to give her credit card number over the phone. They wouldn't take it, telling her she would have to show up in person. 



Even though staff members offered to pitch in and pay her bill, the restaurant owner decided to call the police, perhaps because of her erratic behavior. Maybe it seemed she'd be safer in police custody than out on her own...



The police gave her a sobriety test and determined she was sober. Going through her car, they found some marijuana, which she admitted was hers, and arrested her for "defrauding an innkeeper" and possession of marijuana (a misdemeanor). This is her mugshot:



Soon after, Mitrice's mom found out about the incident and called the restaurant. They told her what happened. She called the sheriff's department and was assured that they would have Mitrice call when she got there. They never did. Her mom had a young child sleeping at home and couldn't leave.



After booking her, they released her at 12:30 a.m. with no car and no way to get home. They said they had "no reason to hold her" and she showed no signs of incapacitation.



Later that morning, a resident in Monte Nido, California (six miles from the station) called to say he'd found a young woman sitting in his back yard. When he asked if she was okay, she said she was just resting. When he looked out another window, she was gone. Her description fit Mitrice's. That was the only known sighting of her. 



Search dogs picked up her scent there and followed it to a nearby home. It faded there. They found footprints that appeared to be from her sneakers and determined that the wearer of those shoes was first walking, then running. The shoeprints disappeared suddenly.



Eleven months later, Mitrice's body was found in a creek bed near a ranch that is reportedly a pornography production location. Rocks nearby had graffiti that had recently been sprayed on them. The graffiti depicted naked drawings of an African-American woman. Her body was found in Monte Nido--the same community where the sighting had occurred.



To this day, the case has never been solved. The family has filed several lawsuits. More importantly, though, the state attorney general's office has opened an investigation into the handling of the case.



What do you think happened to Mitrice Richardson?