ghosts at the company picnic

I went to the home of my employer yesterday for the office summer picnic. (Strange timing, I know, as today is officially the first day of autumn.) After hearing from his secretary that my boss' house is haunted, I was eager to enter the area in question and test out my sense.

We walked down into the finished basement, entering on a landing which turned right into a bright exercise room or left into the bottom level great room area. Immediately upon turning left, I was confronted by a shiver of cold--a ghost presence. While I did not see her in manifestation, she appeared to me in my mind. Long, flowing hair, a long-sleeved blouse, cumberbun, and long skirt, she is certainly a ghost of the past. The boss asked me to walk around, into the spare bedroom off the great room, into the connected bathroom and walk-in closet, testing me to see if I felt anything in these other areas. When I didn't, he confirmed that other had only ever felt her in the living area. He asked me to describe what I had sensed, impressed that my description matched those of more seasoned and respected ghost seers.

While she seemed sad and stuck, I was relieved to have proven to myself again that I really can sense these things.

work in progress

Talked some ideas through tonight with Tom and have decided:

• my writing endeavors are worth continuing
• it's okay if my "novel" becomes short stories
• I have to take pressure off myself to write a full novel and make each "chapter" or section a perfect work within itself

I'm feeling much better now, thanks to the good listening skills of my hubby. Can he put that on his resume--directive listener?

It's still not clear to me whether what I'm working on will tie together enough to be a novel. Perhaps this is a string of short stories, as I'm not sure there is enough of a crux for an entire book to hinge on. Why would someone want to keep reading it, Tom asked, pressing me to think through my outline. Good, and respectfully asked, question.