I’ve decided to participate in WIPpet Wednesday, hosted by author K.L. Schwengel, as a way of putting my work out there and getting some feedback—and in some small way saying to the world, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am a writer.” 🙂

Today’s the 29th, so here are 29 sentences from my novella “Haunted Kisses.” Some background: Tara Bennet has accepted a position as manager/bookkeeper for a bookstore in Patience Point, Mass. Unfortunately, Tara is also a medium—and her new apartment is home to a ghost. This is their first meeting:

The best way to deal with ghosts was to ignore them, pretend that you’re just a normal person who can’t see or communicate with the dead. Of course, a person becomes a ghost for a reason: unfinished business. Sometimes a ghost has something to tell a loved one. Sometimes they don’t know they’re dead. Whatever the case, they’re hanging around until they get things sorted out.

There were other people like Tara who used their abilities for showmanship. A few genuinely wanted to help those who’d passed on. But Tara had learned the hard way that most people have a hard enough time dealing with the death of a loved one. And most people don’t believe in ghosts, so walking up to someone and telling them you’ve met their dead brother or wife or best friend generally goes really, really badly.

So, for as long as she could, Tara would just have to pretend this spirit didn’t exist.

The scent of perfume grew stronger, and a figure emerged from the hallway. Clad in a velour track suit, with bracelets jangling on her wrists, her white hair a mass of curls drawn into a loose bun, the woman hovered a foot over the ground, moving with a waltz-like grace.

She stopped and looked Tara up and down. Tara swallowed and tried to focus on the painting above the sofa, a sailboat on a calm ocean.

“Oh, deary, you’ll do just fine.”

Sail boats. Sea gulls. Crashing ocean waves. Tara looped these things in her mind, and when that didn’t work, she walked over to the window and thrust it open, desperate for a cool breeze—and for any action that could distract her from the old woman floating about the living room.

On the plus side, her new roommate didn’t seem hostile the way some spirits were. On the other hand, Tara knew that sooner or later, the old woman—Jake’s grandmother, the late Mrs. Dawson, no doubt—would figure out that Tara could see her.

Tara stared out at the traffic below, watching a man in a large SUV attempt to parallel park. Across the street, a woman herded two rambunctious children into a frozen yogurt shop. Ghost or no ghost, Patience Point was a nice enough place.

The old woman joined her at the window and clapped her hands together. “You’re the one, my dear. I can feel it.”

The one. Oh no.

Lastly, a midweek ROW80 check-in:

Writing goals:

1.) Work on a first draft of my YA steampunk novel “The Clockwork in the Stars.” No progress to report. Wrote 2,154 words on a novella, “Haunted Kisses.”

2.) Read three books on the craft/business of writing. One of three books read. Finished reading “Writing the Breakout Novel” by Donald Maass.

Social media goals:

1.) Check in on Twitter or Facebook daily. On track to meet this goal.

2.) Blog twice a week. On track to meet this goal.

3.) Comment on three to five blogs per day, Monday-Thursday. On track to meet this goal.

A Round of Words in 80 Days is the writing challenge that knows you have a life. It’s also a blog hop! Click here to cheer on fellow participants.

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