He had me at "hello."
As soon as I heard the "hello," I knew it was the voice I had heard five days earlier--the voice that left me slightly terrified to be near my room. There was No Doubt that it was the same voice. It was the same recognition as when you hear your best friend's voice on the phone. But this time, I was not in my room (I was not even at home), and there were other people all around me. I felt silly and a little bit mad as I realized what had happened. I mean, I don't mind the dreams that occur every once and a while where I get a little glimpse or hint of the future, but I mind knowing I was awake the other morning when I heard the voice that had no person attached to it. THAT is Scary. But it was just a premonition. I know, I know. I can feel the disappointment on your end, too.
So the voice is attached to a person, and his Liberace comments made me laugh out loud yesterday. He asked the question. I have no clear idea of the significance of my "hearing" him in advance. I know it will be in the back of my mind, simmering. But there is other work to be done now, so off I go...
He felt like Liberace in one of his costumes.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Margaret Meets The Voice
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Look Sister. You are pissing me off. What the hell is the Voice asking you? And why are you being so damn cryptic? Is this really an introduction to a new novel? (Just because if it's not, I'm going to steal it, and use it as the opening for MY next novel.) Anyway, I'm also getting anxious, because, you know, I work with crazy people. Not crazy like us. Like really, REALLY crazy (thank you, yes, I know that "crazy" is not politically correct), and your little "teasers" are starting to sound like the familiar gobbledy-gook I get from my patients. Are you cracking up on me? Margie, you have to use the Force to get through this. With the Force, your three Crazy Sisters (along with dad's sly cunning, if needed), there is nothing on this earth, or anywhere else, for that matter, that we can't conquer. Got it?
hahahahaha...
No, I'm fine. Really. I have three (yes, 3) stories that I'm working on right now--I don't have time for any more! Go ahead and take my scary experience and weave it into your own tale. Just don't make it too scary of a story because then I won't be able to read it.
"Are you there?" was the repeated question. It was scary. But when the guy I heard on Sunday said it, familiar accent and all, I was surprised and annoyed! All that being "scared" was for nothing!
I'll be using the Force to get me through the next 8,000 words I have to get cranked out soon. Can dad's cunning help me type faster?
OK, back to work for me.
Okay, at least now I know you're not totally losing it. Although, I have to say, the Liberace thing is both weird and amusing. And since you gave me permission to use your scary experience, I'm going to weave it into a psychological tale of terror in my next book.
M1, it's not time for NANO yet! Why 8,000 words?! You have to conserve your energy for Novemeber!
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