Maybe the title is a lie, but only a white one. When I'm deep into writing or editing, I don't pay much mind to my paranormal boarders. At times, they'll pop in quite visually, I guess to try to get my attention. By now, they should be used to me just waving and going on about my business. I'm very close to meeting my own self-imposed deadline of getting two new books up: a new mystery, Dead Man Hand, and a new set of true ghosts stories, Ghost Hunting Diary Volume IV. So the ghosts around here will just have to wait!
I will appease
their desire for notice here in the weekly blog, only because I need something
to write about. So let's see. What was I aware of this week?
With Sis gone to visit her sons in Minnesota, I
"pup-sat" her rescue pup, L'il Bit. Boy, did that doggie miss her mommy!
I even slept in Sis's bedroom with Bit, but I'm just don't spoil her like Mommy
does. And, again, I was covered up deep in book work, so I didn't spend a lot
of time with her until bedtime. Anyway, even Sis can't decide if it's the
ghosts or not who turn on her stereo at various times during the early morning
hours. This is the bedroom where the Dead Time ghosts are extremely active, and
the stereo woke me up at 2:15 a.m., 4:30 a.m., and 5:30 a.m. on three different
nights. I slept in there seven nights, and it didn't turn itself on the other
four nights. I'd have to venture on the side of ghost activity, or it would
seem this would be consistent every night.
Another night I woke up and clearly heard my
husband in the bedroom with his computer on. He never bothers to turn down the
sound, and even with the bathroom door to the hallway between the bedrooms
closed, I could hear him listening to videos or newscasts. Too tired to haul
myself out of bed and tell him to turn the sound down, I finally got back to
sleep. Next day, I confronted him.
"I was not up on that computer last night at
all," he said. "So you couldn't have heard me."
"Huh," I replied. "Guess the ghosts
were on your laptop." I knew it wasn't the stereo, because it was too loud
and coming from elsewhere.
Twice this week I saw the "new" man here
in the house, the one who wears a white shirt and is about six feet tall. Once
he was over by the fireplace; once by the front door. I only waved at him in
passing both times.
Someone walked across the front porch while I was
in my office digging through some papers. Since it was only a dark, male
figure, like a shadow, I assumed it was a ghost. I checked anyway, but no one
was anywhere on the porch or near it.
I may have glimpsed some others but have forgotten
in my nose-to-the-grindstone mode this week, probably about fourteen hours a
day on the computer, except for errands. All in all, though, it's been a quiet
Blue Moon week here at my home.
And the moon was definitely gorgeous last night.
At first, clouds from Isaac covered it, but they blew off and revealed a
fantastic bright yellow moon. I didn't see any prowling ghosts while L'il Bit
and I were taking our last trip "out" for the evening last night. If
they were enjoying the moon, they kept themselves in their own dimension.
Wonder if the Blue Moon shines over there?
On something connected, people say a full moon
makes some folks crazy. I agree. Today on the way to the airport to pick up
Sis, we saw at least a half-dozen near misses on the freeway. Crazy or idiots,
whichever, the people who speed in and out on busy freeways need to be taken
off the road. The problem is, they usually hurt or kill someone else along with
themselves. I also wish we would hurry and ban cell phone use in vehicles. My
choice would be that all new cars be equipped with some sort of device to make
cell phones inoperable whenever the engine is running and in gear. My husband
asked me to add the "in gear" language. He says there might be a time
when a person has pulled over and needs to leave the car in park and call for
help. I guess so, in our hot Texas weather. Then you get into other situations
when you might need assistance. What if someone is chasing a woman and she
needs to call 9-1-1? Oh, I know. Only let the phone work for 9-1-1. Will that
Have you ever noticed that you can actually tell
if a person is on the phone when you are behind them? They weave all over the
place, slow down, speed up. Heaven forbid you try to go around them; they are
as likely to swerve into your lane as not. With today's dark car windows, we
couldn't tell if the idiots who nearly caused accidents today were on phones or
not. We were too busy avoiding being a part of their potential accidents.
O.K., off my soapbox.
As soon as the books are ready, I'll be shouting
all over Facebook and Twitter to let y'all know. I'll upload the two covers
with some buy links here, also, as soon as I get the links from the web sites.
In the meantime, happy ghost hunting and ….