My books arrived in the mail! It’s lovely to hold your physical book in your hands. The thrill never goes away!
I’m busy as a beaver working on getting Lion’s Prey ready for its August release. I hope the extra weeks I took will translate into a real keeper.
We romance readers are different from regular readers, we really do keep and re-read our old favorites. In fact, when I’m done with writing for the day, I’ve been reading some of my old category romances (and I mean old! One of them was from 1984!)
The book from 1984 is Ghost of a Chance by Jayne Ann Krentz. I have to say, the sexual tension holds up as does the central plot, but the hero is pretty high-handed and the heroine actually slapped the hero! Times have certainly changed.
I’ve also been watching So You Think You Can Dance. I didn’t think I’d enjoy the kids, but they’re amazing!
Life has been rather overwhelming recently, good and bad. On the good side: My husband and I celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary this week.
Here’s a pic from our Hindu ceremony which was followed by a wardrobe change and a Christian ceremony.
Meanwhile my clothes washer died and my passport application I sent in six weeks ago was returned sans passport. I have to redo it and pay more money! Ugh! We were hoping to take a cruise this summer, but given the wait time for a passport…sigh.
I’d love to hear from you. Do you have keepers? How old are they? Who are they by? Do they still stand the test of time?
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Just like humor, everybody has a different threshold for what scares them. I can watch all kinds of “reality” shows about hauntings and not get scared, but there have been times in the past when I have scared myself just by thinking about something (clips and images from things I’ve seen, like a black eyed man in A Haunting in Connecticut). I don’t watch horror movies for this reason. (I do watch Supernatural, but in that reality I can always imagine Sam and Dean will come and save me.:-) )
When I was writing ENTITY MINE I had to think about what specific things really scare me and hope my readers would feel the same (while knowing it will all be fine in the end).
Here are a couple of (I hope) scary scenes from ENTITY MINE.
The repetitive chirp of crickets alerted Devon to the fact that the long, Western New York twilight had snuck up on her and now the entire house stood cloaked in heavy shadow. She placed the last glass in the upper cupboard nearest the foyer and closed it with a decisive click. She swept her gaze across the dark kitchen, satisfied that everything was closed and put away.
“Looks good, huh?” she said to the Honey, who lay half in the kitchen and half in the bedroom.
The dog lifted her head an inch. Her back end was in shadow, but Devon could hear the thump of her fluffy, scimitar tail whacking the carpet.
Devon smiled. “Well, maybe not good, but neat anyway.”
She groped her way to the kitchen wall, fumbling for the light switch. The bulb in the fly-specked dome overhead flared on and then winked out, killing her night vision and leaving her standing in darkness so total her eyes conjured nonexistent patterns in the inky blackness. “Damn.”
She felt behind her on the wall for the switch by the front door, and flipped it up.
The light came on, filling the small foyer and spilling into the kitchen.
She gasped, her heart rate skyrocketing. Every carefully closed cupboard door hung completely open. She swallowed. “I hope that was you, Ethan.”
But somehow she knew it wasn’t.
A black figure coalesced in the doorway to the living room then crawled toward her, exuding oily menace.
A foul odor dragged her from sleep.
Devon blinked into the darkness, confused. How much time had passed? Had she been asleep for seconds or hours?
The smell intensified, seeming to wrap around her, sticky and pungent like dead things preserved in formaldehyde.
Honey growled, low and menacing, and Devon froze, the hairs on her arms prickling, her pulse mimicking the tempo of the drumming rain.
Her face was toward the window, but a sticky sensation of malevolence crawled over her skin, as if she’d walked through a woman-sized cobweb.
She could hear Honey pace, whining and panting.
“Devon.” A raspy voice breathed in her ear.
Adrenaline shot through her veins and rebounded in a continuous loop. All the moisture in her mouth evaporated. Her rational mind told her to turn and look, that she was
probably imagining things. No spirit she’d ever encountered had been strong enough to be active two days in a row, but terror held her glued on her side.
Finally, through sheer force of will, she wrenched onto
And found herself face-to-face with the black figure.
A scream beat against her control, but she gulped it back. She sat up and the nasty spirit vanished. Her hand rose to her collarbone. For a second, her heart slowed, marching back toward its normal beat, then something grabbed her throat, shoving her back on the bed with bruising force.
She flailed, grabbing the slippery edge of the bed for leverage, digging her nails into the mattress. Her airway constricted. She fought to suck air past the demon’s manacle-like grip and clutched the collar of choking pressure around her neck, scrabbling to get under it, but only scraped her own skin.
Honey barked, black lips drawn back to display sharp white teeth.
Barking and the sounds of her own choking reverberated in her ears, drowning out the cadence of the rain. Her vision frayed around the edges.
She gasped, to no avail, fighting to draw air, but the apparition’s punishing grip tightened.
There was nothing she could do. She heard roaring in her ears. The sound grew louder.
The inhuman spirit was too strong. Oh, my God! She was really going to die.
So what do you find scary? Are you a scaredy cat? Does your imagination get to you, the way mine has done, while sitting in your own back yard listening to the crickets and remembering clips you’ve seen of movies like Friday the Thirteenth? “Jay, jay, jay. Kill, kill, kill.”
Or do you laugh in the face of paranormal danger and watch movies like Ouija with impunity?
With Halloween approaching there are all kinds of spooky shows on TV and I thought it would be fun to talk about ghosts.
I am a “Ghost Investigator show” fanatic. I’ve watched Ghost Adventures, Ghost Hunters, Ghost–well, put “Ghost” in the title and I watch it. I even watched Deep South Paranormal once, but they pulled over to the side of the road on the way to an investigation, pulled out a cooler of animals they had shot and fish they had caught,and proceeded to deep fry them. That wasn’t too bad, but apparently they were still hungry, so they tried frying up the earthworms they had brought as bait. That was my limit. Possible demons, yes. Eating worms, no.
Ghost Adventures is my favorite of these shows. I love Zak, Nick, and Aaron. Their excitement and personalities are as much a part of the show as the investigations. Once, part of the episode centered on them finding a stray dog a home. GA is just plain fun. Zak can be over the top melodramatic, “Welcome to Hell!” Nick is the calm foil and Aaron the wildly excitable one.
Despite the fact that I love these shows, I consider myself an open-minded skeptic. I enjoy coming up with my own explanations and de-bunking. Sometimes I can’t, but since I’m experiencing the unexplained through the filter of television, I sleep just fine.
Thanks to watching these shows, I know about EVP, EMF, and things like Spirit Boxes, (whether they’re SB7, SB11 or whatever 🙂 )
You can see my addiction in my latest release, ENTITY MINE when the heroine, Devon, a psychic medium, goes to her friend Beth’s house to investigate a possible haunting.
“So what kind of things have you been experiencing?” Devon turned away from Beth and scanned her friend’s restored Victorian with a practiced eye.
A beautiful hanging staircase of varnished, dark wood graced the dramatic foyer. A formal parlor balanced a richly, paneled dining room on the other side. The house smelled of wood, floral polish, and peanut butter cookies.
Beth sucked her lower lip for a moment. “Dark shadows. Cold spots. Lights going on and off. Footsteps. And I’ve woken up several times to see a figure at the foot of the bed.” She stared at Devon, her face ripe with expectation.
“Optical illusions. Drafts. Faulty wiring. Loose pipes.” Devon ticked off on her fingers. “Rattling window panes and—”
“—and I know, I know. Ooh, ooh, call on me, professor.” Beth waved her arm wildly. “A hypnagogic state.”
Still, despite my interest, I’ve only experienced the unexplained personally once. When I was in high school, I was home alone after dark and the power went out. I got candles and sat in the family room, reading a book. Since it was hot, I had put the screen on the sliding glass door in the kitchen which adjoined the family room. A pony wall stopped me from being able to see the whole kitchen.
Suddenly, there was a loud long scraping sound in the kitchen, as if something big were being dragged along the floor.
I looked in, but saw nothing. Unnerved, I closed the sliding door, in case the sound had come from outside. Eventually, my pulse settled down and I went back to my book. That’s when it happened again. I was out of there!
I sat on the curb and waited for my family to come home. I never found out what made the sound and it never happened again.
How about you? Any ghost stories to share? Are you a fellow Ghost show aficionado?
I let my eleven year-old daughter watch America’s Next Top Model as an educational experience.
Let me ‘splain. The young models say and do things which I would hope my daughter never does. They make ignorant comments and they trash their fellow contestants.
One of the latest contestants claimed to be a witch, but made comments about doing spells to get rid of contestants, etc. I don’t have an extensive knowledge of witchcraft, but I know about the three-fold law (and pretty much every culture has some version of this) whatever you put out comes back to you three-fold. I pointed this out to my daughter. Sure enough, a few episodes later, this person got himself ejected from the show because of being violent with another contestant.
I’m also trying very hard to make my daughter understand that in life we are only competing against ourselves. Concentrating on what others are doing takes the focus off what we need to do to succeed ourselves. This shows up over and over again on ANTM.
So what do you think? Am I weird? You’ve gone off the deep-end, Karin! ANTM is just fluff!
Sort of odd: Ok, I can see your point, but I wouldn’t let my daughter watch it.
Or am I: Spot on. Shows like these offer a chance to discuss character-building with our kids!
Let me have it! Or feel free to share how you are weird (or not).