Deep in October.

‘Just got back from my son’s band concert. As we came out of the auditorium, fluffy white hail was falling from the sky. I am not pleased. But it’s October in Minnesota, so if I want to enjoy some Halloween activities I’ve been looking forward to, I’m going to have to accept and adjust to the chilliness. (Right now, this cold is sinking into my bones and making me miserable, and it’s only likely to get worse. In a month, I’ll be looking back on this weather with fondness. It’s weird how it’s all relative. In the spring, when the temperature is again in the 35-40 degrees range, I’ll be running around nekkid.)

I’m really just babbling so I can keep up my string of daily posts. Truth is I’m tired and cold and I want to take a hot bath, then catch up with The Walking Dead. (I haven’t seen any of this season yet.) So I’ll leave you with a couple of photgraphs from the last night, and come back tomorrow with something better.

When we put up the Hallowen decorations last night, I asked my daughter to put together a witchshop display on my hope chest and the shelf above it. Normally, there is a basket of dog gear, a couple of magazines, and the cat’s basket-bed on the chest.

I figured that the cat could move somewhere else for a couple of weeks. My girl thought that was mean. She insisted it’s best to include the cat in the decorations. I was skeptical.

She was right, though. He LOVES the decor and hardly ever gets out the basket now. I had no idea he’d be so willing to contribute to the Halloween atmosphere around here.

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WriMoProg & a brand-new-life status update.

I am completely embroiled in this agony known as preparing to move, so I’ll just take a second to catch you up.

News of the two remaining cats: one is spoken for and the final one – the 9 year old cat my son grew up with – will be coming with us. (When it came right down to it we realized we were too attached to let him go – despite my hatred of tending a litter pan.)

Thanks to a kind comment from Teresa at Mom Grooves, I remembered that I needed to open a new Linky for February’s Writer’s Monthly Progress Challenge. (Yes, it is open now, as of Feb. 7.) Having just conceded (temporary) defeat over at my daily bit ‘o creepiness on Facebook page, I was feeling kinda down about my situation – especially in relation to how it’s affecting my ability to even think about writing/blogging. Setting up the Linky, though, reminded me that I’m only giving up a few weeks to a very big transition. I will have two weeks to work with once I get into the new apartment. I’ve set a goal of 42 total hours for the month of February, most of which will be done between 16th and 29th.

Confession: I deleted all the notifications of your new blog posts, which have been building up in my email box. With luck, I’ll be able to jump back in and start conversing with you again reasonably smoothly. Please know I do miss that time of night when I’d curl up with a cup of tea and read your words. If you think there’s something in particular that I would want to see, would you drop a link in the  comments here? I’ll start there on the 16th 🙂

WriMoProg: 1 + 1 = 2/42


The Paranormalist is building a blog.

Subjects of future posts will include:

  • the formation of a small, open-minded paranormal studies group which focuses on observing and recording, rather than on proving or debunking
  • my experiences during the investigations we conduct, and my personal reactions to them
  • my struggle to keep my butt in the chair as I revise, edit and polish my first viable novel-length manuscript
  • my anxiety and angst as that manuscript goes out into the potentially harsh world of agents and publishers
  • the process of getting started on my next novel, using what I learned from writing the first …even though (I fear) I will just want to obsessively check emails and hover near the phone
  • managing my bipolar II and its brood: depression, hypomania, mixed states, S.A.D. and (worst of all) numbness
When you came looking for a blog called The Paranormalist, you probably didn’t expect such a mash-up of topics. I don’t mean to be misleading. To me, the word beautifully describes my life, especially when you break it down:
Para- / par-ə / Prefix. ”Alongside, near, beyond, altered, contrary to.”
normal / nawr-muhl / Adjective. “Conforming to the standard; usual; regular; natural.”
-ist / Ist / A suffix of nouns. “A person who practices or is concerned with something, or holds certain principles, doctrines,etc.”

It is my hope that you will find something of value here as the blog develops. For now, feel free to explore the extra pages available in the menu at the top of this page.

  • And, yes, likely there will be posts about chickens … and therapy dog training; and making bread; and grooming the bleeping Persian, (which I grudgingly took in when my mother moved to a retirement home); and the way the seasons transform both my property and my day-to-day life; and homeschooling my son; and knitting: and . . . the rest of my paranormal world.