#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller


I’m working. No, really.

:)  I’m just a little late getting to the office, that’s all.

Like, about six hours late.

This will be one of those rare but lovely days when I write in the late afternoon and evening.  Years ago, I wrote an entire book,  “Time Without End”, one of the vampire stories, between the hours of 11 pm and 2 am, which is odd, because I’m mostly a morning person.  The reasons?  1) It was a vampire story, after all, and 2) my daughter was a teenager at the time, often rehearsing a drama club play until all hours and, on weekends, running around with her friends.  Being a mama, I couldn’t really sleep until she was safe at home anyway, so I worked. 

This was when we lived in a big Victorian-style (new)  house in Port Orchard.  Although I was in denial at the time, looking back, I’m pretty well convinced the place was haunted.

No, I never actually saw a ghost, but Wendy did.  She swears she saw a woman in Victorian dress, looking out of one of the guest room windows.  It scared her half to death–I remember her backing into my room, terrified.  (I hope she doesn’ t mind my telling you this.)  Along with our cat du jour, Triskit, I had been sound asleep.  I still have the scar where Triskit peeled out on the knuckles of my right hand to remember the incident by, though whether the poor critter was afraid of Wendy or the ghost, I couldn’t say.  I got up and investigated and, of course, there was nobody, Victorian or otherwise, in the guest room.  Just to be sure, I issued fair warning, saying something like, “This is my house, not yours, and if you’re going to hang around, fine, but you have to behave yourself.”  She did behave–maybe she knew it was no idle threat.  I wouldn’t hesitate to hand the situation over to the Big Guy, then or now.

What I did experience, night after night, was the continual opening and shutting of the doors of the kitchen cupboards.  This always happened at night, when Wendy and I were both upstairs in our rooms.  The sound was oddly rhythmic, and, as I said, steady.  It might have gone on all night, but I’m not sure of that because it was so long ago.  I don’t recall being frightened at any time, but I didn’t want my daughter to be scared, so I told her the house was settling.  :)  She didn’t buy it, naturally, being a very smart cookie, but she went along with my story–probably for my sake. :) 

To get back to now, I started listening to that book I mentioned yesterday, “Help for the Haunted”, last night.   I’m not sure if I like it or not–it’s strange, but not strange enough, if you know what I mean.  It’s well-written, though–just not my cup of tea, so to speak.  Far be it from me to discourage the sale of another writer’s book–it’s hard work, sometimes heartbreaking, in fact.

This week’s contest winners have been chosen and notified, and I’ll post their names tomorrow.  If they’re not you–:)–not to worry.  We’ll start all over again on Monday.

The weather was bright and sunny this morning, but this afternoon, as I write this, the sky is overcast and the mood is somewhere between bleak and cozy.  I choose cozy.

More tomorrow.

Be well, be safe, and be kind.

25 comments to “I’m working. No, really.”

  1. Ruby Norwood
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 5:49 pm · Link

    Linda, I wouldn’t have stayed in that house but one night. The weather was also bright and sunny here in SC today, but a little cool. Hope you have a good evening!!
    Ruby



  2. Lisa Johnson
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 6:12 pm · Link

    I work in a haunted bldg. Back in the 1800’s it was a sea captains home. His name was Charlie. When an upstairs office was renovated they unearthed writing on a board behind the wallboard. He wrote his name and the year he lived there. Once in awhile we hear him clomping around in his tall buckled boots upstairs. I also imagine him in a ruffled shirt and tight leggings.lol



  3. Deborah Rae Nelson
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 6:19 pm · Link

    Sounds like lovely cozy fall weather for you.

    As I paint in studio this afternoon, I look out at the clear view of the Sangre de Christo mountains here in Santa Fe. It is sunny and mild–just before we’re supposed to get a cold snap tomorrow night.

    Be Well~



    • Deborah Rae Nelson
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        · September 26th, 2013 at 6:23 pm · Link

      Good grief! Can’t believe I misspelled Sangre de Cristo (sorry!)



  4. Gloria
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 6:33 pm · Link

    I’m still debating if I’d like to “see” a ghost, or not.



    • Gloria
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        · September 26th, 2013 at 6:39 pm · Link

      Congratulations to Georgie Edgar and Maryjane Hoffman on your win!!!!!!



  5. Diana E
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 6:50 pm · Link

    Don’t think I’d like living in that house! I do enjoy “nice” ghost books though.
    Beautiful here today in the Willamette Valley but I think the weather is going to change soon, kind of a different fall this year. We really do need the rain though. Have a productive evening, Linda. Blessings to you.



  6. Lois Rotella
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 7:23 pm · Link

    I have never seen a ghost. I had an experience after my grandfather. My mom and I were sleeping in his bed and during the night the end of bed dipped. My mom said dad we are ok. The bed then lifted. I was a kid and did not want to sleep there but I did.



  7. Sharon Jesse
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 7:28 pm · Link

    Linda, I had a similar situation in the home we owned several years ago. I could hear the bedroom door upstairs slamming every once in awhile, it made me feel like whoever was there was really pissed at someone. Maybe me I don’t know. I would stand next to my couch and look up the stairs and tell whoever was there they could stay as long as they didn’t harm anyone. I figured it best to let them know I wouldn’t bother them if they didn’t bother me. Lol
    So what I got was an occasional slamming of the bedroom door. I never did see anyone which is good I guess LOL.



  8. Jennifer L.
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 7:54 pm · Link

    I hope your writing is going smoothly this afternoon, and that your story people aren’t being too stubborn. :)
    I’ve had one ghostly encounter. I was visiting the Whaley House in San Diego, and I was looking at one of the upstairs bedrooms. At the time, they had clear plastic partitioning to keep the rooms sealed off. The bedroom I was standing in front of was just off of the stairs. I thought I heard footsteps, and then I saw a man’s shadow slightly behind me, turned my way. I turned to see if there was a problem – there was plenty of room beside me – but there was no one there. Well, I guess they don’t call it haunted for nothing. :). I still wonder if it was Thomas Whaley, keeping an eye on his house and it’s guests!
    Oh, the vampire series! :). I’ve got them all downloaded; I’m going to read them through October to celebrate Halloween.
    Have a lovely evening.



  9. Juanita Rice
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 8:04 pm · Link

    “I wouldn’t hesitate to hand the situation over to the Big Guy, then or now.”

    So pleased and encouraged to hear (see) you say this, Linda. So many think these happenings are merely flights of fantasy…something to be played with. Not so. You handled it well.

    Sunny to the west of the mts. today, but nights require more blankets now. :)



  10. pat Yates
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 8:24 pm · Link

    I believe in “ghosts” !!! When my children were small I would catch glimpses of my Momma when ever tings weren’t just right or when they were ill. There have been other incidents as well, enough to let me believe.
    I could never sleep til all my chicks were in the nest either!
    So happy you are back. You were missed!



  11. Beverly Sivacek
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 8:27 pm · Link

    Gloomy days…. I love them. When I first moved to Oxnard, CA about 25 miles south of Santa Barbara along the coast in 1991, I hated the gloomy days. We get a lot of ‘marine layered’ days when the days will only clear for maybe 2 hours. But the past 6+ years I’ve been working graveyard shift hours (12:30 to 8:30) and find I LOVE these days. It’s soooo much easier to sleep during the day when it’s gloomy/overcast. And I find that the skies, while I’m driving home in the morning, have all sorts of different shades of gray. Very interesting. Perhaps some day I will turn back into a ‘sunny’ day person… when my extremely large lottery winnings arrive! :wink:



  12. Lorraine Pitts
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 8:46 pm · Link

    Love this story!! Worked in a warehouse where machines turned on and off by themselves. People would say it was electrical surges and I could have bought that except it took two fingers to hold down the start buttons on opposite ends off the machine. Many times a man would call my name and other spooky things. Like you Linda, told him (felt like a man) to leave me alone and I would leave him alone and then knew the Big Man upstairs was with me. xoxo



    • linda
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        · September 27th, 2013 at 12:59 pm · Link

      Good thinking. Ghosts and other spooks may not be afraid of me, but if they have any sense, they’re terrified of the Guy standing right behind me!



  13. Patricia M Hann
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 9:22 pm · Link

    Was this when you meet Debra Macomber? I know you have mention her the past. And I believe she lives/lived there?



    • linda
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        · September 27th, 2013 at 12:57 pm · Link

      I first met the amazing Debbie Macomber years and years ago, at a book signing. Eventually, she moved in down the block from me, in Port Orchard, though I wasn’t living in the haunted house then. We’ve been the best of friends ever since, and she still lives in Port Orchard, though she and her husband have a lovely home in Florida as well.



  14. Maryjane Hoffman
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 9:38 pm · Link

    My grandmother believed in ghosts and when we visited she would always have a story to tell that you would have trouble sleeping! But one she always talked about was the haunted barn where the farmers ghost haunted trying to figure out how he hanged himself in the corner of a round silo! I know that it’s a crazy story but reading your blog made me think of her. I enjoy your bloggings and all the great ideas and response they produce!



  15. Helena James
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      · September 26th, 2013 at 10:35 pm · Link

    Can you believe I have still got all of your Vampire books and the ones from the early days ?! Wow. I’d like to go back and re-read them one day.
    :)



  16. donna harris
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      · September 27th, 2013 at 7:13 am · Link

    Spooky!! I lived in my in-laws house after I was married (years ago) for 4 months while our house was being built. It was spooky, don’t think it was haunted. Sitting in the living room would hear the back door open and shut. Which the in-laws always kept it locked in the evenings, waiting for who ever to walk in through the dining room to the living room. Sitting there waiting and no one came. Father-in-law would go and check it out and the door was locked. Today my ex-husband lives there and still right on time it opens and shuts and no one there. My one son told me over the years when he stayed there at night lying in bed he would hear footsteps up in the attic. His dad shaking would go up and check it out and of course no one there. All of this is still going on as I speak. When you are young like I was it was spooky. I was a dare-devil, fear nothing, but I was still spooked.
    Glad you don’t live in that house anymore!!



  17. Amy
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      · September 27th, 2013 at 9:14 am · Link

    I somehow am missing out on the contests! :cry: Love reading your blog and your books…I’m still reading Big Sky Wedding..love this series, as all your books! Have a nice weekend…going to be very nice most of the weekend here in Alabama.



  18. Becky Johnson
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      · September 27th, 2013 at 10:18 am · Link

    I like to think of these fall days as cozy. Still wearing my flip flops though, hard to let go of summer as it is my favorite season. Want to say Thank You again for the mental break from life that your books give me. Something to look forward to everyday! Love You Linda! :)



  19. judy
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      · September 27th, 2013 at 10:34 am · Link

    I enjoyed your comments this morning. Have a great day.



  20. Patty C
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      · September 27th, 2013 at 12:05 pm · Link

    Hi Linda, sounds like winter is heading your way. When I think of Washington state in the winter, I think of snow. I don’t know if that’s true where you live, but if so, I always picture myself with a hot chocolate drink, a good fire in the fireplace and, of course, one of your books! Here in the southwest (California) summer is finally over. Yes!!! Our summers are REAL hot; normally between 110 to 120 degrees fahrenheit. Our winters are beautifull. It is planting season for us. I am soooo looking forward to planting snapdragons, pancies, gladiolas, petunas, etc.

    Congratulations to the winners! And I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!! :)



  21. Pat
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      · September 27th, 2013 at 12:22 pm · Link

    We lived in a 1860’s farm house and our daughter swears she saw a woman on the top of the stairs all the time. In all the years we lived there, I never saw her.



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