Archive for October, 2014

It was on a dusty road, she remembered

the conversations of that time,

with loved ones long since passed.

Today she heard their voices,

recalling them like it was yesterday.

 

The dusty road was familiar,

as she dodged its well-worn grooves.

Too easy for her old relic of a car

to get caught and head into trees.

Who would save her she wondered?

 

The old gear box groaned

as she slowed the car. In

any case, she wanted the dust

to settle for the next driver,

who came down this dusty road.

 

Off guard, she caught sight of her boy,

in the rear vision of time.

His seven year old eyes familiar,

like the grooves and potholes in the road,

that lay all at once ahead, and behind.

 

She stopped, then, at the entrance

to her childhood home.

One of many she’d laid her head

to rest, against the passage of time.

One last trip she decided, down a dusty road.

 

She had called it right today she knew,

as she turned her car in and headed home.

Time was not the master, only her

decision to go back to where it began

and do her best to put it right this time.

 

spookWithin the mind of a human is the capacity to remember fragments they’ve seen or heard in any one day and to take those fragments, whether it is in sleep, daydreaming or even conjuring dark imaginings, and put them together, much like a film in their head. Many of us think in pictures and it is these pictures that play in a loop inside our heads, that have the power to invoke our primordial fears. Fear can easily become neurotic. It is one of the most powerful feelings we can experience. That, and of course, love.

As children we were often told our fears aren’t real but believing that kindly parental practical-ism when you are sure there are moving shadows in your wardrobe, or gleaming eyes under your bed, is another thing. Fear. It’s a lifelong  journey isn’t it, with the ever-present question: is my fear real?

Yes and no.

That’s where the writer of horror, supernatural and the paranormal comes in. That’s where I come in and my upcoming series of short stories put together into an anthology ‘Evil Imminent’ (which really is coming to your Kindle soon!). Writers in this genre not only draw on your fears but they also examine their own. In every story, there is an element of truth. In the ghostly visitations, the ancient energetic imprint of an evil house, the inexplicable happenings in the dark of the night, there is always something unanswerable. Do we really feel these things? Did we really see that dark shape out of the corner of our eyes?

And then there is the real strangeness of life itself. Look closely and you will see the patterns of dysfunction that result in darkness and despair; the twisted and unhealthy relationships, the pushing of boundaries until there is nothing but a cliff edge in front. These are also fodder for the writer and the mosaic we weave and create, just as life’s sometimes psychedelic mural is created from our experiences.

To recognise the destruction that can result from dysfunction, to introduce something new and different and to move towards healthy consequences and conclusions is the challenge in life, as it is in storytelling. Sometimes, though, nothing is spared or saved and that is a reality, and a sadness, of life.

I hope you enjoy my upcoming horror/paranormal collection of short stories. I hope that when you look closely at the stories, you might be able to see the patterns and that this will cause you to be cautious. Caution is not a bad thing is it? It allows just a glimmer of control even if the night is dark and you are alone with your fears.

‘Evil Imminent’ will hopefully be out before Christmas. It would have been with you sooner but I’ve had my own dysfunctions to contend with.

In other news, I’ve just finished my new website. Head over to http://westonfamily1.wix.com/maryannwestonauthor and visit.

Think of Australia and you think of beaches or perhaps the Outback, or Sydney Harbour Bridge…I could go on. I’m from an inland rural area so I particularly enjoy a beach holiday, heading north along the NSW coastline, with the prospect of swimming every day in that beautiful Pacific Ocean.

On holidays, I really chill and contemplate while being inspired by the present. I love to lie on the beach after a swim and dry off in the sun (sunscreen has been applied of course), and while I’m lying there letting my mind wander to the various beach scenes in front of me. The little boy who surfs the waves like a dolphin, the dad and his daughter sharing a good relationship, the nanna who is such an integral part of a nearby beach family. And my own children, strong and growing up, laughing and teasing me when I try and body surf…and get dumped.

This holiday we took our caravan, a little home away from home and put up the annex for extra room. It’s like glamorous camping really, but you are close to simple living and non-existent routines, which means most things are spontaneous and creative. And because you are all living so closely together for such an extended period (no computer games, no long phone calls with the best friend) it’s definitely quality family time.

This week there was time to laugh with, and at one another. There was time also for eyebrow raising and robust debate, but most of the minutes spent away were meaningful. That’s the thing about camping holidays, they draw you closer together as a family – no getting lost in 5 Star hotels, just simple things like walking through the bush together, or enjoying the sunset on the beach.

It’s these times that remind me of all the wasted time spent in working day routines, where long days, every day and sometimes on the weekend, take you away from family. The focus shifts to your latest work project, the difference of opinion with a co-worker, the stress of a deadline. At home you nod vaguely when someone says something, still replaying that conversation with a work colleague or boss. Such a waste of precious time really.

Today I reveled in a beautiful summer breeze (well Spring breeze really) – back from my beach holiday and trying to keep the faith. I shot some hoops with my son – the best to 10 – and I swung in the hammock. I helped cook the cheesecake and laughed at silly jokes. Right now, I never want to return to the mind-numbing routine of a 6 day working week that is about as family friendly as a work conference and the obligatory booze-up.

It’s the little things that bring the pleasure…and writing of course. On that subject I’m seriously planning and plotting my first horror/paranormal novel – not my first novel, but the first in this genre, and that’s really exciting. Now I just need a beach view and I’ll be set…