DO HOLIDAYS INSPIRE YOU?
I’ll admit it, around this time of year I start feeling my imagination gearing up. There’s just something about cool weather, the smell of burning leaves, and the promise of the holiday season ahead that makes me want to delve into the realm of make-believe.
I think it’s magic.
I believe in magic, don’t you? That’s why I write paranormal/fantasy and why I love to immerse myself in fantastical stories and watch fantasy movies on the big screen. The magic in the real world may not include energy shooting from someone’s fingertips, or the cool scrape of vampire fangs along your throat, but it can be no less powerful.
Magic is potent because it isn’t mired in concrete ideas. It’s subjective and adaptable. You can find magic in the haunting call of an owl on a moonlit Halloween night, or feel it in your lover’s touch. It’s a hundred fireflies dancing on the air in your front yard, or a perfect note captured by a talented musician. Magic surrounds us. We can’t clasp it in our hands, but we can feel it, and there are certain times of year when it saturates the air around us. For me, Halloween is one of those times. Christmas is another. So I tend to write more around this time of year, because I’m desperate to capture the magic in my heart, and share it with my friends.
It’s not an easy exercise. Magic can be an elusive creature. And I may not always succeed, but I always enjoy the effort.
Happy Halloween everybody! May your magic run deep this holiday season.
I hope you’ll join Cindy and me and lots of other authors in my annual Trick or Treat bash this year. In honor of the season and that event, I’d like to offer you a chance to win a copy of my upcoming release AND, if you join the Halloween contest, get your name added to the drawing an extra time for the grand prize (which includes an iPad and lots of other goodies!). All you have to do is read the excerpt below and tell me what Anna would like to do with Bess’s binding item. Send your answer to samcheever(at)samcheever(dot)com with the name BESS in the subject line and I’ll add you to the two drawings. Winners will be drawn on November 1st. Good luck!
Yesterday’s News – Release date 10/15/12
Antiques can be a fascinating business. Especially when you’re dealing with a desperate politician, a sexy ex-cop, and a couple of “spirited” companions.
Anna Yesterday owns Yesterday’s Antiques in small town USA. When she finds an old newspaper clipping lining the drawer of an antique dresser, she realizes she’s never heard the ugly story of rape and suicide detailed on the yellowed newsprint. So she starts to dig, and her sleuthing exposes an ugly cover-up that casts the residents of Crocker, Indiana into danger and intrigue, and leaves them with a corpse.
Anna headed toward the large room at the back of the store where she worked on the antiques before she put them on the floor to sell. As soon as she walked through the door she knew trouble was waiting for her.
Trouble at Yesterday’s Antiques wore cloying perfume and had a snotty attitude. At the moment, trouble was sitting on top of the dresser Anna needed to work on and was trying on the jewelry she needed to tag. Anna tried a smile that she didn’t feel. “Hey, Bess. How are you tonight?” She grabbed her heat lamp off her work table and settled it in front of the dresser, focusing the light on the swollen bottom drawer.
The woman turned a clown-like countenance toward Anna, frowning. “Pshaw! I’m in a fine pucker. You’ve been keeping Jossy tied up all day and there’s been nobody to wake snakes with.”
Anna moved to the sink against the far wall and turned on the water, soaping up her hands while she fought the need to respond to the crabby poltergeist with a snarky remark. Bess hated Anna and the store. It was just her bad luck, and everybody else’s, that something of hers got caught up in the place a couple of centuries earlier and she couldn’t leave. Anna had been afraid to search for the binding item for fear she’d open the front door and chuck it into the back of a passing truck if she found it.
Maybe a road trip would do the cranky saloon girl some good.