This post is a little marker for myself as a writer. And ok, a tease for you my readers...
You see, a little more than 8 years ago, I sat down with a question in my mind. That question was, "What makes a haunted house haunted, anyway? How does it get that way?"
This little bit of poetry was the very first thing I wrote as I grappled with the question:
and Passing Fancies Dance;
A Train Tows the Line
to That Place Where
All Dreams go to Die.
I think I found my answer in Open Wounds, Passing Fancies, and A Train In Tow. To the "how did it get haunted?" question.
And in All Dreams, coming soon to this here space dear reader, I think I found at least *an* answer to some of the questions that follow. I know I had a hell of a lot of fun with every line of these books. I'm kind of excited to close the story (at least the "formal" arc of the story, anyway).
I hope you'll join me, dear reader, to find out how it all works out.
Oh, just one thing?
Don't forget your matches...
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