I’ve been writing fiction for as long as I can remember—some of it good and some of it (especially when I was learning the ropes) not so much. It was around 2006, however, that I realized that while I was writing a nonfiction ghost book, my words were coming from a source outside myself. I even had to look up a word used in the dictionary one morning when I was creating the introduction to a book! Researching what was happening to me through the ghost-hunting people I knew, I found that I was actually channeling Light Beings. What are Light Beings? you may ask. Well...I don’t really know! Some people tell me they are angels. Others say they are aliens. Now I wonder that they might originate in the multiverse. Either way, they were the perfect candidates for assisting me with this book.
So when I began to write Flash Paranormal Fiction, I had some help! There are times looking back when I don’t even remember writing some of it! It came from this other source, you see. And what a joy—and jolt—it is to write this way. I find that the main idea is planted on the page from this source, and then I go back and massage it into an appropriately written piece that held my views, my emotions, and my crazed outlook in the world. It never ceases to amaze me how fabulous it sounds to my ears as I read it back. Even knowing about these Light Beings, I always ask myself: Who could have written this? It’s too strange for it to have been me! It’s like I’m reading something that someone else wrote. Now, I’m not saying that the entire book is written this way. It’s not. Oftentimes, I would just sit down and write and write—me, not someone else. Then I’d marry the shards.
One of the things I do to help this process is to always leave the manuscript open on my computer. I do have a day job, though I only do freelance now—I used to be a nonfiction editor for a paranormal line at a niche publishing company for over sixteen years—so I don’t have access to my book for about ten hours in a day, but outside that, and especially on weekends, it’s not a surprise to see me writing things one paragraph at a time. (Does anyone do that?! It’s a wild way to write.) But this is one of my favorite things about writing: The characters coming to life feel so real, and they stay with you like part of your family and friends (and enemies!). They have life. There’s been a birth. So you can check in with them at any time.
The latest book that the Light Beings helped me with is called First Light Wisdom and is also now available at my website (less paranormal and more self-help!).
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/HiMcUPPRyAc
Excerpt - Zombie Love
It was a beautiful morning, just gorgeous. I was sitting back in my no-gravity lounge chair holding a cup of hot coffee and sipping away the sunrise. The temperature was just right and the plants along the front screen of the porch seemed to reach toward the warm glow of the sun. This was a day that made all the other days’ worth dealing with. It whispered relaxation and creativity.
The only thing I couldn’t get my mind around on this glorious day was the zombie that was trying to open the latch on the screen door. I’d been watching it for a good ten minutes or so, just as it was watching me drink my coffee. My question: Where the hell had this thing come from? And why was it ruining my perfectly quiet morning?
This one I was looking at was none too bright. It could easily punch through the screen, but instead, it fiddled with the sliding lock. I’d heard about these things. A bit short on brains. But then again, who knew? Maybe it thought I was stupid for drinking coffee. I’d thought that one or two times myself.
Just then I heard a voice. “Hey man, what’s that you got there trying to get into your house?”
It was my neighbor, Monroe. We were pretty close on most days. “Gots me a zombie, me thinks,” I replied after a nice long coffee swig.
Monroe, standing back from the door but still close enough to talk through the screen continued. “What’s ya gonna do when it figures out the door?” He yawned.
“Hmmm. Good point,” I said with a nod. “Guess I better go get the gun so I can take care of business if I need to.”
Monroe was nodding as well. “Terrible way to spend this beautiful morning, though. Still, zombies are nothin’ to mess with. So I heard.”
“Maybe wait a little while, though,” I said. “It’s too nice out to make things all blood and guts. We got time.”
“I hear ya,” answered Monroe.
Then suddenly, another voice erupted through the morning. “Outta the way, boys!”
At that point a woman and a teenage girl raised rifles and blew holes in the zombie’s head. The thing fell like a rock.
Both Monroe and I jumped back to keep from getting muck on our clothes. I’d had to roll out of my chair, and I spilled my coffee.
“Dam
women!” I yelled out. “Know just how to ruin a morning!”
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Hi everyone! Just stopping by to say hello and answer questions if you have any! I'll be on Marla Brooks Stirring the Cauldron Para-x-radio show tonight 9 pm EST. Paraxradionetwork.com.
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Hi Bea! Ny favorite horror/paranormal author is Ron Ripley. I love his books! He's done a bunch. Also Gabriel Beyers (Predatory Animals). My favorite movie is Aliens (the 2nd one in that franchise). Terminator--the first one--also is a favorite. What about you?
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