I've been spending more time in the "real world" lately -- cleaning house, organizing my makeup, sealing and sanding and finishing the lovely cherry wood entertainment center that Marla's father made for us last :cough: Christmas :cough:, and previously of course, researching magazines and now also editing stories and sending them out.
Eternity is out pending, but I think it needs more edits... First Love has gone through a rigorous editing process, including review by Marla who found some more rough spots that I am smoothing. I'll send that in Monday.
Yesterday was a road trip day... a two and a half hour drive to Houston to buy dance shoes! $400! Three pairs! Heal condoms! A new wire brush! Ron and Lonnie, two very nice guys, very enthusiastic. I'm glad we went.
On the trip up, we decided to take a different route than 290 home... there was a tanker truck upside down in a ditch on the Northbound lane, and several miles of parked and unhappy drivers behind it.
Of course, this real world activity has been crimping my writing time... but it's been good too.
Amidst this grounding in physical activity, I was met with a spooky thing this morning.
Yesterday morning I spent two hours sanding (technically, steel-wooling) the entertainment center. Ugh. It was not bad, to do _once_, but it reminds me also why I don't work in wood. Then Houston. Then, upon return, I put the second coat of plastic on the wood.
This morning, on one of the drawers, I saw two little dusty footprints.
The drawers are standing vertically on the ground, their shiny faces staring up at the ceiling. The garage itself is sealed, of course, and we were asleep.
But there they were, two little, human, footprints, in dust, on the face of one drawer. I almost didn't see them, but I was inspecting the finish against the light, looking across it for dry spots.
And there they were. A left print right on the edge, just a big toe, a little toe, a bit of the ball of the foot. And to the right of it, in the middle of the wood, a right foot print, the big toe, a few little toes, and the front of the foot. I could even see fingerprint in the print. And these toes and feet were.. smaller, rounder, then our feet. We have long monkey toes, these were cute little round prints.
Soooo..... I'm writing ghost stories? It seems I also have a ghost.