8 Years Of A Hundred Ghost Stories. 2024.

 Eight years ago, my wife challenged me to write a hundred stories toward Halloween on this blog.

Four books were published as a result of those collective stories. I'm not sure what we'll do once we reach ten years, but it should be interesting. Eight years later, I write because I love it, and because of that, the only person I'm challenging is myself. In twenty-two, I wrote stories daily for three hundred and sixty-five days to see if I could do it. People thought I'd burn out, and frankly, I wasn't sure if a day would come when I would have to lean back in my chair and call it quits, but I didn't. I saw it through from beginning to end. How do the stories come? I don't know; they just do, and I write them down. It's channeling because entire characters with detailed lives, a full range of emotions, and particular speaking styles come through and make their way onto this blog for all of you to read. It's people we all know and have met at one time or another, and somehow, they've found their way into our hearts and minds. Sometimes, the shorter stories here are revisited to be fully developed into something I need now. It's good to have reference material readily available. As always, Tanya and I thank you, our family, friends, and fans, because you've eventually become all three rolled up into one. Your presence in every aspect means a lot to us. 

To conclude, whether you read these stories, or not. They'll be here, alive and well. Ripe for the picking, prepared to pick you apart in ways you cannot begin to imagine.