Sunday, July 20, 2014

Aunt Belle Short Visit



I'll really be lonesome for Aunt Belle by the time she gets back to visit next month. This time, she only made a quick trip in, so she and I could attend her granddaughter's baby shower. Yes, we'll have another one to spoil. I can't wait to do some more shopping for little Raylynn Grace when she arrives next month!
As usual, soon after she arrived, the feel of paranormal energy in the house intensified. However, when I asked her the next morning how she slept, she said wonderful! That's good for her, but sad for the blog, because I don't have anything ghostly to report in here. So I'll have to fall back on something that happened last Sunday.
My crew-mate, Floyd Brigdon, and I were signed in to an internet class from Dave Juliana, of The Ghosthunter Store. It was another demonology class, and while I enjoy those classes, something always happens here that's rather frightening. We hear growls and other strange noises from the computer, plus there is usually an intense feeling of threat. We don't get that type of experience when it's a class about something rather innocuous, such as the one on psychic protection.
This intensely threatening feeling happened again last Sunday, and I ended up using some protections here in the house. I put out some patchouli oil and lit some patchouli incense. I also burned some sage in my turtle shell. This worked well, and after Floyd left, the house felt safe.
The most surprising incident happened during the class, probably about halfway through. Floyd was taking notes and he'd been up and down during class breaks. I've had several teleporting incidents here in my office, some alone and some with Aunt Belle. This is the first time it has happened with someone else. I felt Floyd nudge me and I looked over to see a small packet on his left thigh.
"That just appeared there," Floyd said, his tone of voice a mixture of awe and fear.
"Salt," I said, since that's what it looked like: one of those small packets they give you at a fast food place. "I guess something's telling us to put out some salt."
I got up and started doing that, while Floyd sat there staring at the packet. He didn't appear to want to touch it, so he left it there while the class continued.
Later, he did pick up the packet and said to me, "It's not salt. It's pepper! What does pepper mean?"
I didn't know, but one of the first things I found when I hit Google with my query was: Pepper, Black: Use in protective charms. Banishes negativity, exorcism.
Hmmmmm.
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Next week will start the final edits on Dead Man Ohio. If you're following my progress, you'll see those books you enjoy don't get in a form for you to read just like that! <picture me clicking my fingers> It's sometimes a long, lonely process to get a book written. Well, not so lonely if you consider authors spend a lot of fun time with those characters in their heads. Since you've already seen the cover, I won't be spoiling the story if I tell you there are several appearances of Ohio Grassmen in this book.
What? You thought the Ohio Grassman was a myth like Bigfoot? Shoot, who doesn't believe in Bigfoot? <wink>
My new publisher is still keeping Tennessee Waltz by my other persona, Trana Mae Simmons, on sale for $.99 until Tuesday. I've really enjoyed watching the sales pile up this week and seeing the rankings on the various e-book sites climbing. It's a mixture of knowing there will be some money coming in to keep writing, along with knowing more readers are going to be enjoying my work.

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Nook:
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/u/ebooks-nook-books-bargain-deal-3-or-less/379003858?start=1


We had a wonderfully weird cold front hit Texas this week. I was able to turn off my air conditioning and open the windows. As I write this, I'm sitting here totally enjoying the coolness that has lasted now for four days. Fantastic!
Let's all of us take a moment of silence right now to send whatever type of prayer for comfort you want to the families of the passengers on the Malaysian airliner shot down this week. Such a terrible tragedy.
Soft Boo.
T. M.


Saturday, July 12, 2014

Surprise Restaurant Ghost



It's been another slow paranormal week, although I've felt the paranormal energy really strongly several times while I've been writing here in my office. I think my friendly ghosts are happy that I'm finally getting the last few words of Dead Man Ohio down. I haven't quite written The End yet, but it should happen this weekend. Then the blah part begins, editing and having friends check it over, also. I don't want a book full of typos out there to ruin your reading enjoyment.
The ghost that surprised me was at our monthly Mystery Writers of America meeting in Dallas, at the Texas Land and Cattle Company. I've been there several times over the last year and never noticed anything paranormal. However, this day, as our wonderful speaker was talking, I saw a man walk behind her. It startled me and I nearly jumped out of my seat. No, this wasn't someone from the audience. This was a dark shadow, definitely male, and he was moving along at quite a fast clip. In fact, by the time I could get my mind around the fact that yes, there was a ghost among us, he had walked through the wall of the meeting room. I guess he went on out into the restaurant area, but the door was closed so I couldn't see.
What made me jump, I do believe, was my dear wish that I could follow him and have a chat. But it would have been very rude to walk out on our wonderful speaker.
After the speaker was finished, I said to my friend, LaRee Bryant: "There's a ghost in here."
"Really?" she asked politely. LaRee is not a disbeliever, but she is a skeptic.
"He walked behind the speaker and went through the wall," I told her.
"Well," she said in typical LaRee fashion, "I'll believe it when he comes up to me and taps me on the shoulder to say hello."
I laughed. "You know, one of these days that's going to happen to you."
As I was leaving, I saw a couple of the restaurant employees in the dining area. I hesitated, wondering if I should go over and ask them if they had experienced a ghost during their working hours. I decided not to rock their boat right then, but if I see this man again, I'll have to talk to a few of them and see if I can get confirmation that yes, they have a haunting there. Who knows? They might want an investigation done to identify him.
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There was lots going on this week book-wise, though. As I said, I'm getting ready to finish up Dead Man Ohio. I really like the way it has turned out. Alice and Twila and the gang had another outrageous adventure, and I loved having it with them. I am hoping to have the book up in August, working hard to meet that goal.
In the other side of my writing life, I've turned three of my backlist romances over to an e-publisher to handle, and she has done a lot of advertising this week on Tennessee Waltz. It's fun to watch this book, which Berkley let die on the vine, hit some of the charts. I know it's a good book, because it has over 170 reviews on Barnes and Noble, with a 4.5 star rating. There are also thirty-two on Amazon, with a four-star average. So readers do like this book. My new publisher is keeping it at $.99 for at least another week for Kindle and Nook, so if you don't have a copy, grab one.
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Nook:


In another part of my paranormal life, I'm working hard on the Beckham Spirit Fest to be held in Mineola on October 18. We have our speaker lineup in place, but are still working on the vendors. I've replaced one of my helpers, who is moving the end of July, with Karla Lynn Brewer. She'll be at the Spirit Fest with my SRT crew, and also helping with the ghost hunts that night.
The crew and I are also gearing up to do an overnight investigation down by St. Francisville. Yes, that's where The Myrtles is, but we're not investigating there. I've been to The Myrtles several times, but none of my crew have. So we'll take a day trip to see it.
Taken During One of My Visits
 I'm not letting out the location of where we will be investigating other than to say it's an old Cajun store in the area. My friend Dianna owns it, and she says there are at least five ghosts there. Since I definitely know she has the gift of sensitivity, I'm positive we're in for a dynamite night.
I'll report back to everyone after that, and I'm sure there will be things happening in my life prior to that for me to pass along for your enjoyment. Today I went into Mesquite to meet a fan and her daughter, along with the daughter's friend. They drove up from San Antonio to spend some time in the area, and it gave me warm fuzzies to know they wanted to meet me while they were here. Thanks for sharing some time with me, DeAnna Patterson, Carly and Jordyn.
I love my fans! I don't get to interact with them as much in person these days, so it's fun when I do. Thank goodness for Facebook in the interim.
In the meantime, stay safe, and ….
Boo!
T. M.

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