‘NetNet: Book give-away of THE WAITING – an inspired-by-true-ghost-story, Vampira, scary (very) short films, the Yankee Pedlar Inn, Sherlock Holmes, and a mystery vending machine.

ENTER A SPECIAL DRAWING FOR A FREE  DIGITAL BOOK, OR AUTOGRAPHED PAPERBACK, BY HUNTER SHEA

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I’m honored to be kicking off the virtual book tour for a favored author and stalking victim, Hunter Shea. At the end of the month, he and I will be doing an interview in which we’ll discuss his latest novella, THE WAITING, and how it was inspired by a true-life haunting.

It will be my first interview, and this is the first time I’m participating in a book tour, so I hope you’ll all be patient and supportive.

I have every intention of asking him probing questions about how THE WAITING and the true events relate, so it would be best if you all have read the novella by the time of the interview. (I suspect there may be spoilers.) I’ll have the actual drawing on midnight of the 20th, so that the winners of THE WAITING will have time to read it … and the rest of you will have time to buy it AND read it, if you want, to get all you can out of the interview.

NOTE: The book tour, as a whole, has a rafflecopter give-away going too … for the same set of prizes that I’m offering, but don’t be confused! There are TWO rafflecopters and one of them (accessible below) is just for The Paranormalist readers. To maximize your chances, you may want to visit some of  the other stops on the blog tour and enter into that rafflecopter too. To find links to all the tour’s stops, visit Hunter’s launch post at his website, huntershea.com.

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Yes, I am spoiled. Either that or Hunter fears likes me.

In addition to TWO digital downloads of THE WAITING, I’ll be giving away one autographed paperback copy of my favorite Hunter Shea novel (so far) SINISTER ENTITY, which is a new and interesting spin on the concept of dopplegangers.

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Click to see Amazon listing.

 In order to enter the drawing, please click below to be taken to The Paranormalist Portal.

Once there, you will find a widget that allows you to earn chances (think of them as raffle tickets) by completing simple actions that will support Hunter. Tasks that can earn entries for you range from following him on Twitter to purchasing and reviewing any of his books. (THAT sort of behavior, will get you multiple entries, of course :))

Once you’re done there, there will be an easy link to come back here, so you can continue reading this week’s NetNet.

CLICK TO GO TO THE PARANORMALIST PORTAL

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LEARN ABOUT THE ORIGINAL VAMPIRA

From Eva at The Year of  Halloween20th Century Glamour Ghoul: Honoring Maila Nurmi’s Vampira

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VIEW AN EXPERTLY CURATED SET OF SCARY SHORT VIDEOS

From Meagan at Halloween Girl: Horror short round up

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VISIT THE YANKEE PEDDLER INN (SETTING OF THE MOVIE ‘THE INNKEEPERS”)

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From Taylor & Dean at Haunted World: Yankee Pedlar Inn (Torrington, CT)

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DREAM OF OWNING A VERY SPECIAL VENDING MACHINE

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From Mark at Mark My WordsThe Mystery Coke Machine

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GET PRIMED FOR A SERIES OF EXAMINATIONS OF THE SHERLOCK HOLMES PHENOMENA, FROM AN EXPERT

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From TimPrasil, Inventor of Persons: In the Shadow of Rathbone: An Introduction

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There is no way I’m going to capture every great thing that happens in my personal web, let alone on the wider internet. The posts I feature here just happened to catch my eye. They resonated with me and whatever is going on in my life right now. And they are worth sharing.

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Paranormal day #17,061: dreams, dreams and more dreams.

DREAMS OF HEALTH & WELL-BEING

Here at my “professional blog,” I’ve been concentrating on all the good buzz-words: creating quality content, and organizing a schedule of evergreen / pillar posts, and thinking about SEO. I’m fine with all that, and it’s been paying off in terms of total hits, but sometimes I feel like I get a little lost amongst those things.

Lately I’ve been doing an awful lot of personal blogging at a secret location — daily blogging, in fact. It’s felt good to just babble, and the denizens of the secret location seem to like it when I do. I think, maybe, this blog needs a little babbling too.

Remember the definition of “paranormal”?

Para- / par-ə / Prefix. ”Alongside, near, beyond, altered, contrary to.”
norma/ nawr-muhl / Adjective. “Conforming to the standard; usual; regular; natural.”

Truth is, no matter how much I love all that is traditionally paranormal, I spend an awful lot of my life just the tiniest scootch to the left of plain-old-normal. And that means that I deal with all sorts of mundane issues and problems. It means I have the same kind of personal dreams as about 99% of the population. It means I’ve got to use this time of year — when ghosts and monsters and Jacks are far from the minds of most folks, including me — to pursue my non-paranormal dreams.

In the next few days, I’ll share a couple of tools I found to help me with my own classic (if mundane) resolutions: creating a healthier body and improving my financial situation. I’ve been using them since before January, and I think they have had amazing results. (I’m down 10 pounds & eat vegetables occasionally now, AND I have more than $500 in an actual savings account For me, these developments are nothing short of miraculous.)

Now is the time to deal with snow and cold and ice. It’s the time to get through each day in such a way that will lay a good foundation for future, more-paranormal-activity-friendly months. It’s the time to do the WORK of keeping one’s New Year’s Resolutions, and that’s what I’ve been mostly doing in these last couple of months.

DREAMS OF SPRING

Still, the light changes a little each day. In 37 days, it will be equinox, and I can feel it coming. I covered a shift at the #ParanormalHotel last week, just to help out in an emergency. As I drove over at 5:57p it was not yet dark.

QUICK, TENUOUSLY RELATED, UPDATE ON LANGSTON:

By the way, a couple of weeks into the job, Langston had an especially bad night, in an especially bad weekend, and ended up being let go. He made a questionable judgement call and the consequences were really expensive for the hotel owners. The decision came down that he’s not mature enough to handle the night shift. Since then, he’s found a new job working at the deli counter of a local grocery, so it’s all good. 

Sometimes, when the wind stops blowing and the sun shines, I can sense the promise of spring in the air. The other day, when The Boy and I driving to school with the windows rolled partially down, we heard this:

It was only one refrain, and we couldn’t see the little guy, but we both instantly smiled. Sadly, the invisible bird was a bit premature, as the weather is not actually spring like at all. I remember having winters like this as a child, but The Boy doesn’t … it’s been that long since we had this much snow and cold here.

Even in this state of hardy snowmobile-loving, ice-fishing souls, the zeitgeist is that we’re DONE with this crap:

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DREAMS OF GHOSTS AND DEMONS?

I’ve been sleeping often, long and deep for a couple of months now, but I think that’s coming to an end … thank God. I hate feeling tired all the time, and I especially hate descending so deep into unconsciousness that I don’t dream. Or at least don’t remember my dreams.

Apparently, two nights ago, I talked in my sleep. The Ogre tells me that I rolled over to tell him, “I didn’t think your horns would be so big.” He attempted to get me to expound, but that’s all I’d say.

I’m going to assume that I encountered a satyr or a talking beast of some sort in my dreams, because I don’t want to be consorting with demons, conscious or not.

Of that, I have no memory, but I had a dream within a dream just last night. Creepy as hell. The dog and I had fallen asleep on the sofa. At some point, he decided to move to the floor, which woke me slightly. I re-positioned myself and drifted back toward sleep. Then I “realized” someone was standing across the room, in front of the TV, (which was off) just watching me. The presence was male and not benevolent, but not terribly threatening. At least he didn’t make any move to approach — which was creepy in its own way, because it made me understand that it wasn’t just one of my menfolk. He was large, and had a sort of dark energy about him. I couldn’t make out any details. I actually tried to see him more clearly, so I could determine if he had anything that could be termed “horns.” As far as I could tell, he didn’t.

Then I “realized” I was dreaming. I got up and went to the bedroom, to cuddle in with Ogre. When I got there, I tried to wake him up a little, just so he could soothe me. But he wouldn’t wake. I grew increasingly insistent and scared. I was shaking him and shouting his name when I woke up … on the sofa.

(Yes, I had seen the latest Walking Dead episode earlier in the night.)

Once I’d actually gotten up, gone to the bedroom, and easily awakened my husband, I felt much better. The moment I knew I had just been dreaming, the events of the dream became story fodder. And that’s why I love dreaming, even when it’s frightening. It means I’m going to be able to write fiction more easily soon. In fact, it means I’m going to have to.

And that brings me full circle back to the first kind of dream in this post, doesn’t it?