Calling out for your input! Serious request!

Ok, everybody, I’ve got a serious question – it’s for research. Please either answer here or private message me.

My question: If you could experience a time in your life where you feel you were at a crossroads and either made the wrong decision or wonder what the outcome would have been by making the other decision, what would that decision/experience be?

For instance: You had the opportunity to go on a date with someone that for whatever reason you didn’t go but have always wondered what might have happened. OR The job you didn’t take (or did) and things didn’t turn out like you’d hoped. Maybe you wished you had gone to prom.  Maybe you think if you hadn’t done one thing in whatever situation then someone else might not have been hurt/promoted above you/whatever. That sort of thing. Whatever it might be, if you think it’s silly or not, I’m interested in everyone’s honest thought, idea, or choice on this subject.  I would also appreciate it if you could let me know if you are male or female – important for the research.

The opportunity to experience the “road not chosen” would not in any way affect your current life when you “awoke” from said experience – no butterfly effect – it’s just a way of seeing what might have been. I would very much like to know everyone’s choices. You do not have to be descriptive or go into heavy detail – just the what and why of it would be greatly appreciated and extremely helpful.


Servitude to a Muse

Come to me,

On my blank and empty page,

Speak to me,

Your words of longing and loss,

Touch me,

Where only solitude has ever known me,

Fill me, carress me, hold me, guide me,

Entrance me,

Be with me forever in my darkness,

Tempting me with your words,

Tasting me with your secrets,

Becoming me,



FOR A LIMITED TIME – Get a copy of the first in the New Sight Series for ONLY $0.99

To celebrate the upcoming release (and pre-order) of the second book in the New Sight Series entitled “A Brighter Light”, I am offering the first book, “Opening the Veil” at a reduced price of only $0.99.

Go grab your copy today and catch up on the series being hailed as “Unique and engaging”, “A Great Mix of Paranormal, Mystery, and Suspense with a nice dash of humor”, “A Excellent New Addition to the Paranormal Genre that is finally NOT about vampires or shifters”

You can find “Opening the Veil” either in the “My Books” section of this website or clicking on either of the pictures below.

Thanks and enjoy the read!

C. L. Clark

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A Little Help Please?

I would like your opinion, dear readers and followers of my blog.  I have three similar book covers for my upcoming release for the second book in my New Sight Series and I would like to know which one you like best.  This really comes down to preference in title color and minor word differences, but if you hate it all together, then I’d love to know that too.

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Ok, so…         #1                                           #2                                                     #3

Which one do you like best?

Hobbies for Psychopaths

Conner had marveled at how the kid met his demise with at least a degree more civility than one might have surmised from his outward demeanor. That in and of itself was somewhat redemptive for him, since very little ever shocked Conner anymore, but it didn’t change the end result.  The world had become a series of monotonous pursuits that carried the endless weight of predictability and threatened to drive him to the edge of insanity in slow, plodding steps.  As a matter of point, he had taken up his latest hobby in an effort to find the threads of fantastic that he suspected were still woven through the fabric of every day.  The fact that the kid, who was actually more along the lines of young adult, had displayed behavior outside of what Conner had expected brought the slightest hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Although the punk kid – often called thug by society as if it were a title of some renown – hadn’t actually embraced the process, as perhaps his sour disposition and black-clad, death mongering attitude might have suggested at the start, he hadn’t cursed it either.  He had certainly been surprised, an emotion shared by the larger portion of Conner’s victims, but there had also been a small portion of regret and that was the thread that Conner could not help but embrace.  For a solitary moment in time, the idea hung in the air like the scent of flowers at Spring’s first blush, that perhaps the world was not as calculable as Conner had feared.  The fleeting thought faded as quickly as it had appeared when, as he slid the knife further into the punk’s ribcage and angled it upward, the reprobate had the audacity to utter a blood splattering, “why?”boredom-boredom-demotivational-poster-1225259054

She and He and What Must Be – a tale told in parts

She watched him with more interest than she had had for any one thing in many weeks. He was fascinating as he flailed his arms about with all the bravado of an angry pheasant defending its territory. She could tell from his actions, despite not being able to actually hear what he was saying, that he discovered the missing items. The very same items that she had secreted away from his home that morning once everyone had left for their respective jobs and schools. Her left cheek ticked up a bit in her sardonic version of a smile as she saw him yell at his wife and point accusatory fingers at the older child. He would never suspect, which was likely his biggest undoing. Perhaps if he had noticed her even once over the last several weeks he wouldn’t be coming to the end of his life.

(to be continued)

A Writer’s Life For Me

(to be sung to the tune of “A Pirate’s Life for Me)

Yo lo, yo lo, a writer’s life for me,
Self publish & market & blog it & write,
Create new stories, you go!
Find others like-minded & get in real tight,
Create new stories, you go!
Yo lo, yo lo, a writer’s life for me,
Advertise wisely, submit for reviews,
Create new stories, you go!
Enjoy the adventure & write what you choose,
Create new stories, you go!
Yo lo, yo lo, a writer’s life for me,
Upload to my Kindle & see it in print,
Create new stories, you go!
Igniting their souls, my book is the flint,
Create new stories, you go!

Yo lo, yo lo, a writer’s life for me . . .

writers life for me

Written by C. L. Clark – all rights reserved

Walking Between Worlds

I think one of the most difficult things that I have to deal with on a daily basis is jumping back and forth between the various worlds that I inhabit.  Mind you, this is outside of the various hats that I wear.  I would imagine that most people have to change hats multiple times per day – spouse, sibling, parent, worker, customer, etc. – I know that flipping between work and home and house can be quite trying at times.  No, I am referring to the reality in which we all live and the various realities in my head.  Before you start dialing the funny farm for me, regardless of how good and accurate an idea that would likely be, I can explain in terms that will make me seem less schizophrenic.  Maybe.

Within each normal week day I rise at the crack of dawn and prepare myself to meet the public in my bill paying job.  I also must make sure my progeny are awake and moving themselves in a forward motion that will eventually land them at their respective environments of education.  There is breakfast and lunches to consider and fret about.  There are pets to attend to and last minute whatsits as well.  All the while, through each task, especially during the shower phase, my mind drifts to at least one of the other worlds bouncing about in my head – by that I of course mean various books that I have in production.  Sometimes it’s just a matter of which one needs marketing and which one is coming up to some sort of advertising thing that I need to remember to double check.  However, more often than not, it is an unfinished novel that I am writing (apparently even when I’m not actually typing on it, since I often wake up in the middle of the night with parts playing in my head like my own personal movie) that dances around in my brain bringing characters together in interesting scenarios.

I have on more than one occasion been working at my desk (or in the shower or pulling weeds in my garden or making dinner or or or) when a character happens upon me and starts talking about things with me.  They can be quite demanding in their conversations, throwing out what they want and expect me to do for them.  They even argue with me that I am not giving them the stage enough or telling their story as they feel it should be told.  Thus, one minute I am dead-heading flowers in the backyard and the next I’m speaking out loud to Cassie, explaining why she has to deal with William despite how terribly unpleasant he may be.  I have noticed that the neighbors are giving me strange sideways glances now.

This can be particularly trying for me at work when I’m plowing through the payroll and Zeb taps me on the shoulder.  “Wait until my break” I tell him, but ultimately I am forced to stop what I’m doing, switch gears, and write down what he wants before I can finish that paperwork.  So, hop out of this reality, hop into that one, make some notes, hop back into payroll, when break time arrives hop back into my favorite reality, but only for a few minutes because someone needs something in the other reality.  Hop, hop, hop, oooo, I’m feeling either like a bunny or Dr. Who, I’m not completely sure.

One day I hope to be able to spend my days over there, talking with my friends, telling their stories and not have to bounce around like a rubber ball, but until then I need to make sure I’m focusing on which world I’m in at the time so that I don’t talk to someone from one that people from the other cannot see.  Know what I mean?book-history-writing-old-pen-antique