I’ve been haunted this year. Not by ghosts but by memories. There are seven years of memories that haunt my waking hours and keep sleep at bay.
Today is my seventh anniversary with WordPress. My first post was on Halloween night. The haunting started at my son’s home while he and his sister terrorized the neighbor children with frightening sights and sounds.
It’s also the anniversary of my father’s death. But he doesn’t haunt me. Unless I’ve misspelled a word or used it incorrectly.
What is haunting me is whether I have the capacity to keep blogging in the face of all the new challenges ahead. I have a cemetery of unread posts and another of unfinished posts to write. You know about the well of dead plots, I’m certain.
Halloween here is quiet, deadly quiet in my neighborhood. It’s rainy and not quite cold enough to keep the ghouls away.
My lights are on and the snickers are louder than ever before. Calling me to step outside and put my hand in the cauldron with the chance that my hand may never come out of it…empty.
The moon is covered so we can’t see the witches fly by it or the ghouls creep up the steps. I have my bowl of popcorn and a host of Halloween hilarity waiting. I’m no good with the horror of this night and will stay hidden until it’s all over, hoping next year will be better and the haunting comes to an end.
Have you got hilarious or horrific plans for your Halloween/Anniversary?
From my heart to yours
Haunted Marlene Herself