“A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.”E.B.WHITE - WRITING A GHOST STORY

WRITING A GHOST STORY 👀

I am a romantic for ghost stories. 

Spooky, mysterious, and entertaining spooks on tv always trap me for an hour or two in telling their scary tales. I believe many people believe in ghosts. I never was one to keep a bucket list, although I do have a few things on a list I would like to achieve before that time; writing a ghost story is one. I wish I could write, and I wish I could paint, I wish I could play the piano. Unfortunately, I do none of those things well. My writing is atrocious. If not for Grammarly and my daughter, I would be lost. Still, I have the desire to write a spooky story. A couple of quotes by E.B. White, one of my favorite authors, inspire me to keep writing. “I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.” And ... “A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word to paper.” ― E.B. White. So true. M, my daughter, is my ghostwriter. We are collaborating on this ghostly tale. I recently watched Eugene Levy's, 'The Reluctant Traveler. He met up with a gondolier in Venice and talked about working with their kids. Mr.Levy mentioned how much he had enjoyed working with his son Daniel for seven years. So now, mother and daughter are working together on a ghost book. Today is my birthday; I turn 66. I was born on March 10th, 1957, a wonderful year. And the year I die, well, hopefully, be just as wonderful. No matter how difficult, I want to reach my goal; write the ghost book with my daughter. In the end, I leave behind an artistic legacy for my children. When one has a will, there is always a way. ♥️ Annabelle & M ♥️ © 2023 @batandmaggie

MAGGIE

BAT

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' Haunted ' by artist Stacy Guerra Rodriguez

This house is haunted!

'Haunted'

by artist Stacy Guerra Rodriguez

A haunting portrait to hunt my home - perfectly spooky! An original I recently purchased by artist Stacy Guerra Rodriguez of Coffee With Frida Inspired by Old Hollywood classic actress Loretta Young. Thanks so much, Stacy. Very happy, she now haunts my house.

PURRANORMAL INVESTIGATOR 🔍 👀IN THE HAUNTED CHAMBER

EMMA'S SUBMISSION FOR HAPPY CATURDAY THEME
" IT'S A CAT'S JOB"

Do you believe in GHOSTS?
BAT DOES!
BAT, PURRANORMAL INVESTIGATOR

On dark and spooky nights, when all have retired to bed, you'll find Bat hunting ghosts, the ghost hunting cat who never misses an anomaly and whose dream is for one day to go on a Ghost Adventure with Zak Bagans. 

TIME FOR A GHOST ADVENTURE, BAT?

"Each heart has its haunted chamber,
Where the silent moonlight falls!
On the floor are mysterious footsteps,
There are whispers along the walls!
And mine at times is haunted
By phantoms of the Past
As motionless as shadows
By the silent moonlight cast.
A form sits by the window,
That is not seen by day,
For as soon as the dawn approaches
It vanishes away. "

A Mysterious Presence - Eyes of March March 7th 👀

Spooky old B & W flicks are great to watch and these two cats, Bat and sister Maggie adore watching them with us. They see things we don't see 👀 We believe in ghosts. Do you?

Photo by M Three Cats A Dog and A Camera 

HOME ALONE ... I SEE YOU 🙀

Emma set up a camera to watch what the cats do while we are away and when she called him he came to see where she was...no one there
Spooky🙀

Guardian of the Soul?

Little Sparrows circle, all around us.

Everywhere we go, they follow!

Ever wonder why?


If you believe in God then they are his messengers:

“ his eye is on the sparrow

And I know he watches me”


Or are they the guardians of the soul, like the Ancient Egyptians believed, who carry the dearly departed to heaven ?

I like to believe both.


This Little Silver Sparrow I keep, reminds me always “Not all Treasure is Silver and Gold”.

~ Spooks ~

SPOOKS

Oh, I went down to Framingham
To site on a graveyard wall;
"If there be spooks," I said to myself,
"I shall see them, on and all."

I hugged the knee to still the heart,
My gaze on a tomb 'neath a tree.
Down in the village the clock struck nine
But never a ghost did I see.

A boy passed by and his hair was red,
He paused by a sunken mound.
"How goes it with all the ghosts," said he,
have you heard any walking around?"

Now the taunt was the sign of the boy's disdain
For the study I did pursue.
So I took the hour to teach that lad
Of the things unseen but true.

I talked of howler, banshee, ghoul
The gristly and the lean.
I sat on that graveyard wall and told
of all the things I had never seen.

And suddenly a bat swung by
Two cats began to bawl,
And that red-haired boy walked off in haste
When I needed him most of all.

I lost a slipper as I fled―
I bumped against a post,
But nevertheless I knew I'd won
The secret of raising a ghost.

And the method is this―at least for a miss,
You must sit on a graveyard wall,
And talk of the things you never have seen
And you'll see them, one and all.

The Singing Crow and Other Poems, by Nathalia Crane.
Illustrated by Mac Harshberger.
New York, Albert & Charles Boni, 1926.

Happy Halloween !