Jan 29, 2019 - Blog, Spooky Stuff    No Comments

Hot Mid-Summer Nights

It’s hot. I can’t sleep.

The open window is my only source of cool air and there is no breeze. Staring into the darkness unable to rest, I resign. Better to read than stare at the ceiling for hours.

I flick on the lamp and resume my current supernatural suspense.cross-eyed Almost immediately I am visited by a butterfly. Cool! It (He? She?) lands on my nose and seems to be staring at me with its orb-y, stickin’-out eyes. Not a moth; a butterfly – the small monarchy looking one. I stare cross-eyed back at it, wondering why it’s awake this late at night. G-d alone knows what the butterfly is thinking. It must have something to do with rotating antennae. This is so weird I fight the compulsion to brush it away and we stare at each other. It’s still better than looking at the ceiling.

I have always felt that personal experiences with animals proved that a direct connection to the realm of magic and alien life was possible, like a kind of message from the universe, or a mystic calling. It’s happening to me again with this butterfly. When I was nine I thought about such things all the time. Always hoping for another sign of the magic, I took silver linings seriously, wanting to know if there were any golden linings.

Lately, it has been raccoon’s. A mama coon with four babies visits us every night, early enough to be entertainment with dinner. I have learned that giving them some leftovers from the fridge keeps them from turning over the garbage cans. I know the dangers and keep my distance but I get to watch. What intrigues me is the eye contact; they look right into a particular part of your soul, transmitting an extra-sensory warning: “If you do anything to scare me, I will never trust you again.” It’s a contract, and I obey. Besides, what if they can hear my thoughts? “Aw, she thinks I’m cute.”

But Babs the butterfly is sending me sweet nothings and we’re becoming friends. I felt a deep relaxing sigh well up from the depths, and right on cue Babs gently takes her leave and saunters, as only butterflies can, out the open window. Is it my imagination or is it cooler?

Yep, it’s cool enough to put down the unfinished fiction and turn out the light.

Was that magic? Coincidence? Alien contact? D, none of the above? I drift into the unknown buoyed on a breeze from hundreds of black and orange fans.

Originally posted 2013-07-29 03:06:43. Republished by Blog Post Promoter

Jan 29, 2019 - Blog    No Comments

NaNoWriMo Rocks

Whew! November is finally over.

The last few years November has proven to be my most hectic month. However, that may be synonymous with “most productive”.

One becomes a “NaNoWriMo” winner by writing 50,000+ words in thirty days – the thirty days of November. That’s the same month, as you well know, when family and friends come to eat turkey with you, so you have to clean house, shop, cook, clean, and socialize whether you want to or not. Writing, takes a back burner, until the guests lights go out. Then it’s burn the midnight oil , baby, burn.

Last year I won with a book I titled “The Key Club” about a group of friends that lose things, pool their copied keys to help each other out when they locked themselves out of their lives. The neighbourhood finds out about it and wants to join, creating The Key Club.

This year I wrote “Toxic Solutions”; ‘Survivors are not always the lucky ones’, a dark tale about murder – lots of it.

In 2013, I organized a writer’s club picnic complete with silly extras. Someone even brought sexy cupcakes. But this year was a small, wonderful Thanksgiving dinner with friends and family from Europe. This was the first year I ever heard [slightly] dirty jokes told at table. Heh heh.

 

 

This seems to be a recurring theme, as last  Thanksgiving I hosted friends and family from far away places, as well.

                         

To top it all off, I got a new computer virus which should be the only thing that happens all month,  because you don’t have time for anything except purging. I hate it when that happens.

But in the end (of November) I realized I actually accomplished several goals. I may even consider not shooting for a New Year resolution, because I got so much done this year. What do you think; should I burn the candle at both ends this coming year?

Onward to the Christmas season:

The first thing my neighbours do is put up the lights; then there are the cards to address, the shopping, the food, and appeasing the ghosts of Christmas past.

It’s the ghosts that make it all worthwhile.

Originally posted 2013-12-04 18:12:39. Republished by Blog Post Promoter