Sorry about that

Sorry about being absent from the blogosphere for the past few weeks. I'll get back into the groove. Promise.

I had something unusual happen to me this morning. The opening lines to a story dropped into my mind. It was all I could think about, and I couldn't wait to flesh it out during my lunch break. (I was working my day job.)

Anyway, this is what captivated my attention: 

I saw a ghost in my kitchen this morning, and now I can’t stop crying.

He appeared out of the ether, full of life and love. If I could have touched him, I bet he’d be warm.

The sight caught me unaware, and I sat at the breakfast table with my cup of coffee poised before my face while I gazed through the fragrant steam. He stood with his eyes closed, head tilted back, and ticked off the beats to an old Louis Armstrong classic with his big, bony shoulders moving up and down, one at a time.

I hope that some day in the not-too-distant future you'll be able to read that with about 90,ooo more words added.  

In other news: I saw my first Christmas commercial of the season. Groan!