I know, I’ve been away a long time. Guess my life has been more “normal” than paranormal lately.
About a year and a half ago I switched genres and went from writing historical children’s novels to contemporary adult romance novels, which I write as Marina Martindale. So, last night my good friend, “Ginny,” was helping me fine-tune a manuscript before it goes back to the editor. We were rewording the dialog in a conversation between a private investigator and an FBI agent, and, as I’m reading out loud to her, I notice a faint shadow going across my keyboard. Keep in mind, my hands were not moving or nor were they on the keyboard at the time, nor was it a power surge. I stopped reading and I asked her if she saw it. Ginny is a sensitive, if not out and out psychic, and she also has the ability to see spirit people. Yes, she saw the shadow all right. She then tells me that the entity is a man, but he is not my father. It is someone who I do not know. At this point I’m not exactly feeling warm and fuzzy, but, since the dogs are all asleep and not barking, she tells me it’s a good sign and that he is not a negative spirit.
My latest novel, The Deception, is both a romance and crime story, and she seems to think that the ghost of a police officer may have overhead us as he passed by, and that he possibly took an interest. I never had any friends or relatives who were police officers, but she tells me that spirits can roam, just like we do, and if something gets their attention they may stop to check it out. She also reminded me that there is an electrical substation directly across the street from my house, so there may be a portal over there.
Needless to say, that ended working on the novel for the rest of the night.