At Last

I had been waiting for this day for three years. Knowing it was coming and preparing for it in so many ways. And like all things that happen in my family, what could have been a trickle is actually a watershed. That psychic link we all share on some level pulls on us like the moon on the oceans and we respond.

Sister #2 was the first to voice it. Casually working into conversation that she enjoyed my light hearted romances best. These latest ones are too dark. She worries about me.

Sister #3 wanted to know about the book I planned to use her friend’s name in. I explained the premise and that it might be more violent that I had wanted. She wondered when I had become so violent.

Oddly, my mother was to suggest that I might need professional help with my issues. Now it may have been the lack of sleep she received from the nightmares induced by reading Bathed in Blood.

I said I hire editors and other professionals to get the book published.

I was hoping she’d throw her ice cream at me, as mine was almost gone. But no such luck.

I am aware of the darkness inside me. I’ve lived with myself for quite a while and I don’t keep much from myself. That my family wasn’t exactly aware of it was a bit of a surprise. I supposed it is because I’m quiet, keep to myself and don’t judge others actions (certain groups excluded). You know, the pat serial killer description.

No, I don’t have a basement and my house is on a concrete slab. Besides, why would I bury anyone in my yard when I know where lots of deep mine shafts are located. Er, I mean I haven’t killed anyone. Yeah, that’s it.

Perhaps, I’m just channeling a famous writer from the city I was born in—Edgar Allan Poe. His stuff gives me nightmares.

As for me, I’m okay with unleashing my violent side on the page. I just home Mrs. Hyde doesn’t ever come out to play in reality. That would be messed up:-)

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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4 Responses to At Last

  1. danrshaw says:

    Wasn’t Poe part of the American Romantic Movement in writing? So there you have it. Oh, he didn’t write romance novels? Oh yeah, he wrote mysteries, scifi and horror. Though he did lead a romantic life if you call mistresses and a couple of wives in the mix. It must be in the water they serve in Boston that causes a genetic malfunction. Of course everyone knows about the Boston Strangler. Then we have the Boston Bombers of modern horror.
    Who knows, if you didn’t have writing as an outlet you just might have gained notoriety as an outlaw? So don’t stop writing. I’d much rather read about you in your blog than on the national news. LOLOL

  2. Great Googley-Moogley. I was under the influence of a head cold when I wrote that and have no idea why I said EAP and I were born in the same city. I was born in Baltimore, not Boston. Time for another dose of fever reducer:D Drugs are my friend

  3. danrshaw says:

    I grew up in South Jersey and Baltimore was famous for only being safe in the tunnel. It was getting there and getting out that was unsafe. When they cleaned out the waterfront it was much better but that didn’t last long I hear.
    Don’t you miss real hoagies, cheesesteak and soft pretzels? I sure do.

  4. I make my own soft pretzels and hoagies, what I miss is real corned beef. My dad brines it for St. Patty’s Day, but once a year isn’t enough of good corned beef. I also miss Maryland sweet corn and tomatoes.

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