Most authors, including me, are pretty private people. We enjoy spending hours on end with imaginary people, writing stories and becoming as close to those characters as to our friends. A few of us, like me, also enjoy the time interacting with my real paranormal characters, as well as writing about them. I've been dragged kicking and screaming into blogging, Facebook and Twitter. And gosh darn it, now I enjoy them! But I still have trouble tooting my own horn, although I enjoy the wonderful warm fuzzies I get from readers.
First, the ghost story, though, then on to writing business. I've mentioned Juan before. He loves to watch TV with us, especially on the weekends Aunt Belle visits. Other times, too, but this happened during her latest visit, on Feb. 18, 2012. The night before, Juan watched Swamp People with us, and the only problem he caused was giving me some cold chills. He stopped immediately when I asked him to. The next night, Aunt Belle, my sister Annie, hub Barney and I were watching a movie on DVD. During a pause/potty break, I hurried into my office to check the computer. I had a book on sale that weekend and wanted to see how the sales numbers were going. Rising, I hoped. (They were! :-)
Everyone gathered back in front of the TV and hollered at me to come on. As I rushed out of my office and over to the couch, I noticed Juan standing behind Barney's head, where my hub was halfway reclining on a pillow. I have no idea how Juan "stood" there, because a large end table takes up that space. But stood he did. He nodded and smiled at me, but in my hurry, I ignored him...much to everyone's dismay a few moments later.
We re-started the movie. Then, I sniffed. Uh oh. Maybe no one else will notice.
Hub sniffed. "What the hell is that?" I started giggling.
Have I mentioned that Juan is a flatulent ghost?
Annie sniffed. "Good grief! What's that smell?" Giggles turned to laughter and Aunt Belle looked over at me.
"Juan?" she asked. I nodded amidst my laughter and she said, "I don't smell--oh good lord! Now I do. Pe-yewww!"
"He's standing over there behind Barney's head," I explained in between gales of laughter. Laughter that Belle joined in on, but Annie and hub didn't. "I saw him when I came out of my office a minute ago, but I didn't say hello or anything. Now he's mad and pouting."
Hub sat straight up on the couch and began glancing to the side of him. Hub can see ghosts, but he's glad it's only infrequently. This time, he evidently didn't see Juan, since he didn't vacate us and the movie.
"Well, for pity sakes, tell him 'Hi' and apologise, then discipline him!" Belle ordered. "He's gagging us!"
"Hello, Juan," I obeyed. "Sorry I didn't acknowledge you. Now get rid of that smell or I'll banish your hind end, and the rest of you, so we can watch the movie! Immediately!"
The smell vanished. That didn't surprise Belle and me, but Annie and Barney had somewhat amazed looks on their faces. Their mouths were open as though in shock, anyway. We, and Juan, continued to watch the movie in peace.
Now the squirm in my chair, toot my own horn, stuff. I mentioned that I was watching my book numbers during movie breaks. Frankly, not all authors make zillions of dollars. But we still write for both the love of the story and the need for the dollars to be able to afford to keep writing. One thing that helps an author's sales is good, 5-star reviews. I've already admitted I'm internet inept to a point, so I don't know how those web crawler thingies work. But I've been told the ones that crawl for books pick up books with lots of great reviews and give them more exposure. So, if you've enjoyed any of my books and can put a review up for me on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, wherever you bought the book, it would be very deeply appreciated. Especially when I go to pay my monthly bills and determine how much writing time I will have coming to me that month!
Thanks and BOO!
T. M.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Crazy Weekend Blog Hop #10
This week I am co-hosting the Crazy Weekend Blog Hop with Angela from Misadventures of a First Time Mom. She's one of my ghosthunting buddies & is the one who had the portal in her house. She and I also did an investigation last week where we helped a crying little boy ghost & murdered young man cross into The Light. I'll tell y'all about that later.
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Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Double Crossing Over
My friend Angela, my equipment tech Timmy, and I answered a call for an investigation last Friday night, Feb. 3. I didn't know a lot about what was going on before I went, which is one of my rules for most new places I'm called to. All I knew was there was a ghost causing a problem there, not what sort of problem(s). We also went with Angela's mother, Gloria, and two other friends from my writer's group. Floyd and his wife, Sarah.
That night, the weather report called for thunderstorms. Cool! That gives the ghosts an energy source. We watched a great lightning show on the drive there, and just before we arrived at the house, the storm broke loose. We did make it to the covered porch before we got soaked...and Angela and I were contacted immediately by one of the ghosts.
Enough happened during this investigation to call for an entire diary, which I'll probably put into my Ghost Hunting Diary Volume IV when I get ready to publish it. However, a few highlights are worth telling here. The mobile home we arrived at sat on the edge of a large, open field. Angela and I both started hurting really bad on the porch. We had head and chest pains, and I felt like someone had beaten me. Then there was a pain in my chest, although I think it hurt Angela worse. We both knew at once that a young man had been killed in the field beyond the home. He'd been beaten, at times with a piece of concrete block, then shot in the chest. This ghost told me he was ready to cross over right then. However, the homeowners wanted us to come inside and see what had been happening, so I asked him to wait a while.
After we'd been inside a few minutes, a little boy ghost came down the hallway, crying his eyes out. He actually came right up to me and crawled into my lap. Angela, Sarah and I were all on the verge of crying ourselves. As far as I know, I was the only one who saw him, but I believe the male homeowner may have.
I wasn't about to wait to cross this little tike over. We went out on the porch, me holding his hand to lead him. He was afraid at first, but I opened the door in the East and showed him that his grandmother was waiting for him. He was so happy to see her, he didn't hesitate any longer. He did look over his shoulder and say goodbye and thank you to me as he raced down the light path, through the door.
I love helping children into The Light. Well, actually, I love helping any lost soul into The Light. It's where they belong, and they can come back and visit as often as they want.
I have a new ebook out, a scary dark paranormal! Stay tuned here for more information about it, but it is available already. Winter Prey, http://tiny.cc/tn874. The cover was designed by the talented Angela Rogers, my paranormal investigator friend. Enjoy! But you might want to keep the lights on.
T. M.
That night, the weather report called for thunderstorms. Cool! That gives the ghosts an energy source. We watched a great lightning show on the drive there, and just before we arrived at the house, the storm broke loose. We did make it to the covered porch before we got soaked...and Angela and I were contacted immediately by one of the ghosts.
Enough happened during this investigation to call for an entire diary, which I'll probably put into my Ghost Hunting Diary Volume IV when I get ready to publish it. However, a few highlights are worth telling here. The mobile home we arrived at sat on the edge of a large, open field. Angela and I both started hurting really bad on the porch. We had head and chest pains, and I felt like someone had beaten me. Then there was a pain in my chest, although I think it hurt Angela worse. We both knew at once that a young man had been killed in the field beyond the home. He'd been beaten, at times with a piece of concrete block, then shot in the chest. This ghost told me he was ready to cross over right then. However, the homeowners wanted us to come inside and see what had been happening, so I asked him to wait a while.
After we'd been inside a few minutes, a little boy ghost came down the hallway, crying his eyes out. He actually came right up to me and crawled into my lap. Angela, Sarah and I were all on the verge of crying ourselves. As far as I know, I was the only one who saw him, but I believe the male homeowner may have.
I wasn't about to wait to cross this little tike over. We went out on the porch, me holding his hand to lead him. He was afraid at first, but I opened the door in the East and showed him that his grandmother was waiting for him. He was so happy to see her, he didn't hesitate any longer. He did look over his shoulder and say goodbye and thank you to me as he raced down the light path, through the door.
I love helping children into The Light. Well, actually, I love helping any lost soul into The Light. It's where they belong, and they can come back and visit as often as they want.
I have a new ebook out, a scary dark paranormal! Stay tuned here for more information about it, but it is available already. Winter Prey, http://tiny.cc/tn874. The cover was designed by the talented Angela Rogers, my paranormal investigator friend. Enjoy! But you might want to keep the lights on.
T. M.
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