How Paranormal Seeds Grow, part one


Moonday Mania

A writer oriented blog

Please welcome guest blogger, Sherry Isaac. Sherry and I met at an amazing week up at Margie Lawson’s Immersion Master Class. I was stunned by Sherry’s writing and unsurprised at her success in the publishing world. Thanks Sherry, for being my first guest. Please check back on August 8, 2011 for part two of How Paranormal Seeds Grow.

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Want to see a writer cringe? Ask him, or her, where their ideas come from.

I know that cringe, I’ve felt that crinkle in my nose that must, I’m sure, make me look like I’ve just caught a whiff of an overripe diaper.

It’s a tough question to answer. Snippets of conversation, a line from a song, an interesting character on the subway. Any obscure thing can be the source. Those little nuggets, snippets and images simmer in our subconscious and take on a life of their own. A plaid jacket with one ripped pocket doesn’t belong to the wearer once that jacket ignites a spark in a writer’s imagination.

For the most part, I can’t tell you at what point the seed of a story was sown in my fertile, murky little mind. Crowning Glory started with the title, a turn on the phrase. How Glory ended up on the street, a lost soul picking through food court leftovers and searching for redemption, beats the storyline out of me.

But some of my stories have a definite root. Like a genealogist with a fine tip pen and a family tree, I can track their development from conception to completion.

Stories from my life, stories that were hard to market, until I realized the common theme that threaded its way through each tale like a knotted vine. Stories with a paranormal twist.

The Visit was not an easy sell. My hometown Winnipeg in winter set the scene: The isolation of a stormy day, the house locked tight. A hooky-playing pre-teen all alone. But it didn’t quite work as a memoir, didn’t read like young adult and certainly not middle-grade. An eerie hit at coffee house readings convinced me that my odd yet ordinary experience was not so ordinary.

The premise is simple. Simple as the question at it’s core. If someone you loved touched you with their presence, would you recognize their spirit?

On a wintry day in November when I was twelve, one of my sisters came home. It was not until much later that I realized she could not have come home, it was not possible that she was ever there. She could not have come in the front door because she moved out in a fury days before we moved to a new house in Fort Rouge, an older area a short bus ride from the downtown core, but a long way from our old neighborhood. My sister and mom weren’t speaking. My sister didn’t move with us, she had never been to the new house.

She did not have a key.

Though I know all these facts, I am as certain she was in the house that day as I am certain of the floor beneath my feet, the computer screen in front of my face, the cat determined to snooze on my lap.

And I am just as certain she was not there, for there was no possible way she could have been. Every shred of evidence confirms that she was not there: logic, reason, and the physical world.

I never saw her but heard her, smelled her. Felt her presence.

Did I take literary license? A little. In the recorded version the revelation comes quickly. In real life, it took a few hours to find out where my sister was, physically, in those moments that haunted me with her spiritual presence. And a few hours more to realize what I’d experienced was unusual, impossible, out of this world. A realization that jerked my dozing mind awake and filled me with toe-tingling wonder as I lay tucked under warm blankets. Out of this world. Ordinary. All at once.

Cool-headed reason battles with what the heart believes. My sister wasn’t there. She was not in the house. She was not in the kitchen, shirking her jacket and lighting a cigarette. But part of her had come home. Part of her that breathed and moved and smelled and coughed and stopped by for a visit.

For several silent minutes on a winter afternoon, part of my sister’s spirit was with me. And then the magic was gone.

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THE VISIT

Short Story Excerpt

Sherry Isaac

            I held my breath, frozen in place by fear. Fear and one too many paperback murders. A chill ran through me, deeper than the chill outside. I sat still and listened.

            A tap of boots on the mat. Whoever came in the door was polite enough not to track snow through the house. Another small grunt of effort echoed up the stairs as someone bent to unlace a pair of boots. Snap, snap, snap, small sounds amplified by our narrow stairwell.

            Boots removed, socked feet padded into the kitchen. A zipper slid down its track, a clink as it released, and a rustle of material as a jacket was shrugged off shoulders. A series of small ‘ahems’, loose phlegmy sounds as a closed throat was cleared. Another clink as the zipper hit wood, the jacket thrown over the back of a kitchen chair.

            Jenny.

Winner of The Alice Munro Short Story Award, Sherry Isaac’s tales of life, love and forgiveness that transcend all things, including the grave, appear online and in print. Her first collection of shorts, Storyteller, debuts July 2011. For more information, or to order an autographed copy, click HERE.

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12 responses to “How Paranormal Seeds Grow, part one

  1. Gloria Richard

    Speechless. Doesn’t often happen to me, Sherry. You know. We’ve given each other topic whiplash during morning chats.

    I met Sherry on-line during a Margie Lawson class. We became chat, writing, critique buddies and then friends before we met in person at the same IMC where I met Jessica. I was honoUred when asked to read and edit some of the stories in STORYTELLER. Sherry refused to share all of them with me. MORE! I want MORE Sherry short stories. They are wonderfully written, emotive, and a wild ride in the variety of those seeds she picks up, studies and sticks in her pockets.

    Congratulations on the launch! About that signed book? THE VERY FIRST BOOK hot off the presses. Don’t mail it. Deliver it in person.

  2. Hi Sherry!
    I’m so excited to have you here as my first guest blogger! See, I’m pouring on the exclamation points!!! I love the story about your sister and how you had the idea to write The Visit. Can’t wait till the second post next week to find out more!!!

  3. Jessica!!!!!!!
    I am so thrilled that Mooday Mania is my first stop. And I get to visit twice! What a fabulous, embracing industry we have been blessed to work in. Not only do we get to be creative, but we get to hang out with other creative people, who share their talent and blog space and friendship with grace.
    See you next week for Part II!

  4. I love this story, Sherry. It’s a story I relate to. Sometimes things happen we just can’t explain and I am old enough now to appreciate these moments as wondrous and bigger than me.

    Can’t wait to see Story Teller in the book stores!

  5. Urve

    I remember this story from one of Brian’s classes. It’s evocative and haunting. Can’t wait to get my hands on a signed copy of Storyteller! Congratulations

  6. Hi Urve! Tanks so much for stopping by. Hope you’ll become a regular. Jessica has great posts, and has some awesome guests coming up.

  7. Susannah

    Wow this gave me chills. Excellent, excellent. Congratulations on your well deserved success.

  8. Susannah,

    So proud of you pushing send this week!

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