Why the Paranormal?

Why the interest in the paranormal? I think it’s partly from my experiences, and it’s my general curiosity about what is considered seemingly difficult to explain and beyond the normal experiences, and the supernatural.

 

 

 

 

 

My maternal ancestry is Irish, and as such, I had an interest in the fae folks, the leprechauns, the banshees, and ghosts as stories about them had been told by my relations including my maternal grandfather. I wrote “Colliding with the Past”, a short ghost story set in Ireland, based on one such story handed down by Pappa Ned and my mother. The notion of seeing a loved one who has passed on at a moment of desperation is at the heart of this story, and I used the Irish countryside which I became familiar with during visits to cousins who lived in Ireland. That story ended up published in an anthology called Ghost Stories II : An Anthology of Tales and Poems from Sez Publishing.

 

 

 

In addition, my own experiences with the supernatural include what I perceived to be a haunting at an old house in Maryland where two figures from a by-gone era, possibly the Civil War, a man dressed in what looked like a Confederate uniform and a woman in what looked to be the dress of that time period, argued. They stood outside of the window where I’d been sleeping and as dawn emerged on the horizon. As soon as the sun broke through, they disappeared. Why? At the time I felt too shy to question the homeowner, but later I learned that the house dated to pre-Civil War time and that there had been a couple who rented the room out and got into a nasty fight which included threats with a knife.

The homeowner called the police and evicted the tenants. I think that influenced me in writing my first young adult novel, A Kiss Out of Time, which featured a teenage ghost hunter in Ocean Grove, New Jersey trying to rid her grandmother’s shop of the ghost from the Civil War era.

A Kiss Out of Time book cover

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have also sensed things before they happen, call it a form of precognition. A friend of mine told me that we are all psychic, but some of us are more developed than others. We either rationalize or choose to disbelieve ourselves and doubt our experiences.

Several times in the past I have experienced that sense of dejavu. It happened on a tour of the Aztec ruins in Mexico where walking around the Pyramid of the Sun, I felt like I had been there before and later had a nightmare vision of a human sacrifice. That eventually worked into Sacred Fires, my novel dealing with reincarnation and set at the same location.

Sacred Fires

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I believe in angels, and I often call on my guardian angels and the archangels for protection for myself and loved ones. One time I had been driving in the  middle lane of  a highway on the way home, feeling tired after a long day and about to change lanes to get to my exit when I heard a voice whisper, “Wait!” I did so, and thank God, because at that very moment a car rushed by me doing around 80 mph. I could have been creamed! I do believe in intuition. I’ve learned to listen closely when that internal warning happens because I had problems when I didn’t do so. Angels Among Us, my very first published paranormal novel, derived from my belief in angels, particularly guardian angels.

 

I continue to write stories based on either my own experiences or ones that I’ve heard about, and with my continued interest and studies of the paranormal or supernatural, I am inclined to write based on those ideas. At the moment, I completed a third young adult novel involving a teenage witch beset by bullies in her high school. I think it will be a compelling read when it is published. I am also penning a romantasy tale featuring star-crossed lovers from totally different realms – a witch and the werewolf she hopes to cure.

To learn more about the Celtic roots of what became known as Halloween, I recommend a reading from Newgrange.com. 

In the meantime, I wish you a spooktacular Samhain or Halloween.

Book Reviews: Angels Among Us

“This short romance novel by Catherine Greenfeder has it all; romance, mystery, murder, angels, intrigue, friendship, and love. We meet the protagonist, Kay Lassiter in the prologue, when she is only thirteen years old. Here, in a foreshadowing of what is to come, we learn that she has “visions” and “the sight.” These attributes come full circle later with the introduction of Eviance, an angel, who manifests as a pivotal character in the story. The book is replete with interesting characters, such as Sir Roderick Divine, whose presence reveals a back story that fuels the current murder plot. Twists in the plot develop and keep the reader guessing as layers of the unexpected are added and the novel makes its way to a surprising and satisfying conclusion.”

— Marion I. Goldstein, Author of Hard to Place, One Family’s Journey Through Adoption;

Embracing the Sign, A Journey of Faith, Science, and Experience

 

Out of Thin Air or Where do you get ideas?

 

“Out of Thin Air”

 

The sense of unease is palpitating as I sit before the computer, about to tap the keys, and trying to imagine what to write. Words jumble in my head, needing to be sorted out. Somewhere in that is the story. I’m not sure what it will be, but it’s there. 

What challenges me is the topic or a prompt such as this one, “Out of Thin Air”. Then I remember that is where imagination takes flight, from nothing to something. Oh, there might be an experience that I or someone I  know of had, or a curiousity about a thing which leads to the 5 W’s – the who, the what, the when, the where, and the why, and I must consider the how of it. 

 

I’ve written about ghosts, people with supernatural powers, drawn upon friends telling me of psychic experiences, and my belief in reincarnation. 

My recent story is about teenagers being bullied, and that is partly from having been bullied and knowing of bullying. So, it’s not totally out of thin air, but I am conjuring up from what lies dormant within me.

 

 

In terms of process, I am a pantser, one who writes from the seat of his or her pants, rather than a plotter. A lot happens as I write.

Out of thin air has come my stories, poems, and my books. Maybe that air isn’t so thin?