Romantic Ghosts And Miscellaneous Stuff

Under ordinary circumstances I'd complain about the dreary damp weather we've been having, but with California burning and Georgia nearly desiccated that would be ridiculous. So I'll just say I had an odd week, trying to get back into things after disappearing for a vacation. Luckily, two interesting press releases landed in my in-box (considering how rare even one story-worthy press release is, if I were a character in a novel written by a decent author last week would've been rejected as a deus ex machina) so instead of going off on some political tear I just did some unusually respectful stories about a team of local ghost-hunters and a college student who discusses literary works of the romance-novel genre. Turns out it has nothing in common with the incident that led me to cheat on you last year. Hope you're not still upset about that.

A friend of mine pointed out that the ghost story would've been much better if I could've written it Hunter Thompson gonzo style. "Soon as the LSD kicked in I kicked down the cemetery gates to grasp the rainbow ghosts streaming from every tomb." Magnificent. I cry for my wasted potential. Or I would if I had the time. No. Must stop blogging. Must resume work on this incognito piece which, verily, is now the official bane of my existence until next week.