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Our May author interviews: Marla Cooper-5/3, Rhys Bowen-5/10, Cindy Brown-5/17, Martha Reed-5/24, Sherry Harris--5/31.
Saturday Guest Bloggers in May--Paty Jager-5/6 and Maren Anderson-5/13. WWK Saturday bloggers write on 5/20--Margaret S. Hamilton and on 5/27--Kait Carson. E. B. Davis blogs this month on 5/30.
“May 16, 2017 – The Women’s Fiction Writers Association (WFWA) today announced the finalists of the second annual Star Award, given to authors of published women’s fiction. Six finalists were chosen in two categories, General and Outstanding Debut. The winners of the Star Award will be announced at the WFWA Retreat in Albuquerque, New Mexico on September 23, 2017.”
In the general category, WWK’s Carla Damron was one of three finalist for her novel, The Stone Necklace. Go to Carladamron.com for more information. Congratulations, Carla!
Congratulations to our writers for the following publications:
Warren Bull's new Lincoln mystery, Abraham Lincoln In Court & Campaign has been released. Look for the Kindle version on February 3.
Shari Randall's "Pets" will be included in Chesapeake Crimes: Fur, Feathers, and Felonies anthology, which will be published in 2018. In the same anthology "Rasputin," KM Rockwood's short story, will also be published. Her short story "Goldie" will be published in the Busted anthology, which will be released by Level Best Books on April 25th.
In addition, our prolific KM will have the following shorts published as well: "Sight Unseen" in Fish Out of Water, Guppie (SinC) anthology, just released, and "Making Tracks" in Passport to Murder, Bouchercon anthology, October 2017.
Margaret S. Hamilton's short story, "Once a Kappa" was published as a finalist in the Southern Writer's Magazine annual short story contest issue. Mysterical-E published her "Double Crust Corpse" in the Fall 2016 issue. "Baby Killer" will appear in the 2017 solar eclipse anthology Day of the Dark to be published this summer prior to the eclipse in August.
Linda Rodriquez has two pending book publications. Plotting the Character-Driven Novel will be released by Scapegoat Press on November 29th. Every Family Doubt, the fourth Skeet Bannion mystery, is scheduled for release on October, 18, 2017. Look for the interview by E. B. Davis here on that date!
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Events without a Scientific Explanation
Belief in ghosts, witches, vampires and zombies has waned from early years since science has debunked most of those beliefs. Although there are still people who claim to be mediums able to connect with those who have died, most have been debunked as charlatans. Most people wish they could hear from a departed loved one, so unfortunately there are always those who prey on grieving people.
After reading Kaye George's post about the little boy who could read minds, I thought about events in my life that has made me a believer in things beyond scientific explanations. The first happened after both of my grandparents had died and an uncle of mine and his son-in-law were fixing up the house so my cousin, Linda, and her husband could move into it. My uncle had left and my cousin's husband was cleaning up when he heard someone shout "Hey!" It came from the area of the basement stairs. He knew no one could be down there and left in a hurry. When he told his wife and imitated the shout, Linda immediately recognized it as our grandfather's voice. Her husband had never met him. Soon after they moved into the house, she went into labor with her second child and her mother came over to stay with the older child, still a toddler. When the child started fussing, my aunt woke up and lay there listening wondering if she'd go back to sleep. As she was lying there, she heard the back door open and close and footsteps in the kitchen. She immediately sat up and called out asking her son-in-law what her daughter had, boy or girl. There was no answer so she went to check. No one was there. Aunt Millie was not someone who was fearful or who would have imagined something like that.
After my son died, his brother saw him standing beside our bed where he was resting one Sunday afternoon. John didn't speak and just smiled at him. Joey turned over and then turned back and John was still there smiling before he gradually disappeared. I had a dream in which John sat up and I exclaimed, "John, you're alive!" Then I asked him what Heaven was like. With much enthusiasm he told me it was wonderful. He was going on a train up into the mountains. Even though I believed it was a message from John, I didn't tell anyone because I didn't think anyone would believe it was more than a dream. However, the following summer my niece, Maria, was at a 4H camp when one night in the cabin, she talked about her cousin, John, who had died the past fall of cancer. Another girl spoke of a boy she'd met at the Cleveland Clinic and dated briefly the summer before. When she found out the previous fall that he'd died. Soon they realized they were speaking of the same boy. She told Maria of getting a phone call in her dream the night she'd heard he'd died. It was from John, and he told her the same thing he'd told me about the trip up into the mountains on a train. We hadn't communicated our dreams at all, nor did my niece know of mine. It wasn't until months later that I learned about this from her.
In 1989 I bought an old farm house that needed major repairs to make it livable. The elderly man, Chick Needler, who owned it before me had lived there 50 years and had died two years before I bought it. While my son and another man were working in the basement one night, both heard footsteps on the first floor. When they went upstairs to check, no one was there. After I moved in, out of the corner of my eye, I'd see shadows. I never mentioned it to my daughter, Mary, because I knew it would scare her. Besides I thought it was probably just my imagination. But one morning when she was eating breakfast at the kitchen table, she saw at the bottom of the steps in the room adjacent to the kitchen, a white form with a black line where a belt would be. It gradually faded away. After that time, she had two more experiences while lying on the living room couch half asleep in which she distinctly heard a man talking to another man in the place where the back door would have been before my son moved it. They were talking about tractor repair or something like that. Another time she heard someone riding a horse with a creaking saddle through the living room. Both times she was in that semi-sleep state where she was aware of the TV and traffic going down the road. Chick Needler had palomino horses; one that was quite famous.
Still not convinced? Fast forward to 1990. My mother had open heart surgery and died the following afternoon at 3:00 while most of my siblings and I were with her. When we called our Seattle sister to tell her mom had died, she asked what time it had happened. When she was told, she said that was when her watch had stopped. Coincidentally, my son had also died at three o'clock in the afternoon almost ten years before.
In the summer of 1993, I was on vacation in New England with two sisters. We were having a great time traveling up the coast through Massachusetts and Maine camping most of the time. One evening an overwhelming sadness came over me. I sat by the campfire and the tears wouldn't stop. Next day we went to Acadia National Park to play in the tide pools, something I love to do. Still the sadness wouldn't leave me. One sister suggested I call home. I called my son's house and my ex answered and said they'd had the Maine State Highway Patrol trying to find us. My six year old granddaughter had fallen out of a tree and was life-flighted to a Pittsburgh hospital after going into convulsions during an x-ray. She was now in a coma. Unknown to anyone, she'd had a brain tumor that ruptured. Her mother, my daughter Susan, had been crying for me. My sisters took me to the nearest airport, and I flew to Pittsburgh to be with my daughter and granddaughter.
Am I a psychic? No. Do I believe in any form of witchcraft? No. But I can't explain the above events in any scientific way. As for Chick, I think he's moved on. At least I don't think anyone but my dog and cats are habitating my house with me. Well, except for an occasional wild critter.
How about you? Have you had any unexplained supernatural events in your life?