Archive for July, 2018

GHOSTLY ACTS A Movie?

Thursday, July 26th, 2018

GHOSTLY ACTS could be a movie,” people say when they read my YA paranormal novel set in the ghost capital of Montana, Virginia City. That’s how I saw the book as I wrote it—like a movie. The many times I strolled the old ghost town, from Boot Hill through the streets and past the courthouse, it was as if the spirits of the evil Plummer gang and the Vigilantes were reenacting their thrilling history just for me. Storyteller that I am, I knew this very alive old ghost town was just the place to maroon a crazy Seattle family in an old derelict theatre and let the ghosts tell the shivery fun tale.

Check out Virginia City, Montana online and my fun take take on the ghost town, GHOSTLY ACTS, at Amazon and bookstores worldwide. There’s an audio book coming soon!

Mmmmmmmmmmelinda

A Watery Parable

Monday, July 2nd, 2018

Our Tucson yard is often full of wildlife, mostly birds and lizards, but we do get the occasional bobcat wandering through the place, as well as troupes of Javalina parading outside the north wall. We call them pigs, of course they are not porcine but wild peccary that love to dance quite noisily under a full moon beneath the guestroom window. I’ve been noticing a new addition to our livestock—a very cute chipmunk that dashes about. A couple of days ago I discovered a hole under the brick fire pit at the back patio and knew that something had moved in. This morning I opened the living room slider and saw said chipmunk playing at the base of the fire pit. Ah ha, the new resident confirmed. I opened the screen. Chipmunk freaked and made frantic blind dash straight into the pool in a splashy belly flop. I dropped the rugs I was carrying and ran to get the short-handled scoop net to fish out the chipmunk, but he was struggling for his life in the middle of the pool. I sprinted to the side yard, pulled the 10-foot net pole off the wall, and back to the pool. Poor terrified chipmunk was about done when I dipped the net under him. In my excitement I flipped him out a foot or so above the cool decking. He lay stunned on his belly, legs spread wide like a flying squirrel, and completely soaked. I retreated into the house to give him some recovery space since I felt responsible for his mad dash in the first place. In a couple of minutes, chipmunk regained himself and zipped away into the side yard.

This Watery Parable is summed up thus: You never know when the thing you’re afraid of and running from will scoop your drowning ass out of the pool.

Mmmmmmmmelinda