I had another post all ready written for this Thursday. I thought I was still about a week out from the book being published. Surprise! My editor texted me first thing this morning, “You’re live!”
“WHAT?” I was still wiping the sleep from my eyes after binge-watching Halloween flicks all day yesterday on TCM. For those who don’t know, Halloween is high on my list of faves. I used to live on the Halloween destination block in Montara, California. People came from miles around to visit the witch’s house at the end of our block, about five houses down. The first year we lived there, we had been warned about the number of people who visit the area on Halloween.
But nonetheless, I was shocked when I opened my door to the first trick-or-treaters; the street sounded like a shopping mall at Christmas. I was thrilled. I had landed right where I needed to be for a few years.
I’m a huge Alfred Hitchcock fan; I love all of his movies, especially The Birds. We began collecting blackbirds, and every year, we added more, a little like the birds collecting in Bodega Bay as the movie progresses. By the time we left Montara, we had enough blackbirds to line our gutters, litter our lawn, etc. We played the soundtrack from the movie at our doorstep, and I dressed as Melanie Daniels with a bird in my hair and blood on my face.
Sadly, we now live in an area with no trick-or-treaters, but I still put my birds out. I also put them all around my fireplace and the front door to mimic Alfred’s movie. This is the first year my birds didn’t make it out because I was busy finishing up book projects. Continue reading my blog here.
Tales of a Wayward Yogini 