Decoding Darkness: Choosing the New Book Title and Exploring the Bridget Cleary Connection

Hello, my Freaky Darlings!

Greetings from a slightly warmer arse-end of Africa.

Another week has come and gone, and as usual, I’m faced with the Herculean task of picking the choicest nuggets of lunacy to share with you. Skimming through the weekly headlines has me doing double takes and muttering ‘What The Actual Fuck’ every other minute. But at least the taxi strike that pretty much shut Cape Town down is over, although our Taxi association is nothing like what it is in the rest of the world. South African taxis are minibuses that squeeze over twenty people in when they’re legally only supposed to fit 16, including the driver. These geniuses have an affinity for duking it out with Uber drivers and, for the pièce de résistance, setting cars ablaze—because who doesn’t love a good fire show, right? So they’ll be cooking up another storm of chaos sooner than later if things don’t go their way. Oh, and speaking of our own special dramas, Jacob Zuma, the ex-president who could give the drama king himself, aka Trump, a run for his money, has returned from his medical escapade in Russia. He managed to squeeze in a quick jail visit before once again earning his golden ticket of remission. Bravo!

Anyway … moving right along swiftly

My Shit

Your votes have been counted, tabulated, and the drumroll crescendos… “Bound by Betrayal” emerges victorious, claiming the title throne! 🎉📚

As for my writing escapades, I’ve been a whirlwind of words this week, triumphantly surging past the halfway point. My writing process mirrors my relationships, strangely enough. The beginning stages are a delightful waltz of excitement and exploration. But ah, the middle, where the real grind happens. It’s like a relationship that’s lost its spark – demanding attention and perseverance. Not the story, mind you, just the process itself. As for endings, they’re my explosive grand finales, akin to a chaotic carnival where everything goes up in flames.

After emerging victorious from the swampy quagmire of the middle, I’m hurtling toward the climactic and bloody ending. Oddly enough, that’s the part I find most exhilarating to write. A psychologist would probably have a field day dissecting that, but it keeps things interesting.

Bridget Cleary and her husband, Michael.

While writing this week and working on a particularly difficult scene for Maretta, I had to stop to add some historical authenticity and research when the last woman was killed for being a witch and stumbled onto the murder of Bridget Cleary, who was beaten and burned to death by her husband who thought the fairies had stolen her and replaced her with a witch. Her burned corpse was found in a shallow grave on the 22nd of March 1895. Fascinating right?

Her murder is also the topic for this week’s video, which you can watch below for my sarcastic take on the whole saga…

Weird Shit

As mentioned above, this week it’s all about the haunting case of Bridget Cleary.

What do you think about what happened to Bridget? Was Michael’s prison sentence long enough, or was it way too lenient?

Shit to Read

As per usual, if you’re looking for more books to add to your ever-expanding to-be-read pile, I’ve got you covered. Just click the images and choose your own adventure.

Gratuitous Cat Pic

Plotting the Great Pigeon Heist: A masterclass in feline espionage as Midnight fixes his gaze on potential 'bird-napping' targets outside the window.

Well … that’s it for now. Until next time …
Happy reading, and thank you for being a Freaky Darling!

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