It's almost impossible for me to fathom that it's hours away from October 31. Where has the time gone? I admit I've been busy and time passing seems to be the bane of adults the older we get. But this is ridiculous. Time has found a broomstick of its own making and headed off to that caldron in the sky.
So with only hours standing between me and my trick or treaters, I have to admit that I haven't even considered what ghoulish attire I will don. Not that props are a problem. I have my trusty stack of makeup that can make me look like road kill in a matter of minutes. But I have no vision - unlike most years. So I'm hoping inspiration hits me as I pull out the skeletons and rats that adorn the front step, to come up with a spooky theme that the neighbourhood kids have come to expect.
I'm sensing that with this massive injection of horror, the black moment might be no trouble in any of my stories over the next little while. Seriously there's nothing that takes us into that secretive world of the imagination better than a horror movie. It's scene after scene that's just not reality in any of our lives and yet we sink into it as if this is a realistic occurrence. Horror movies leave reality at the door and we're happy to do so even without the promise of the happily ever after. This may sound contrarian but for a romance writer, that's worth studying.
And you - any ways you're doing Halloween different this year?
Ring of Desire
From the Dust