Now I know why humans only live a hundred years

Being a writer I have to be creative all the time so I'm always looking for things to inspire me. From the quiet of my neighborhood mid morning to hearing kids screaming and running a muck in Walmart because their father is not paying attention due to watching re-runs of football games on the big screen televisions. Everything is a potential story or poem. Today I was NOT inspired at all. I didn't even find anything interesting on Facebook or on the Internet.

 

I realized today that I cannot be the only one have this creative stump. This past weekend my family and I wanted to go to the movies but when we saw what was playing there really wasn't anything good showing. What's going on? All the movies are remakes and most songs "borrow" from previous songs. It's either the lyrics that are taken or the beat that's used.

 

So this begs the question, are there no more original ideas?

 

Ok yes I am a writer and yes my ideas are original but on a whole what about all the other entertainment sectors? When is the last time you saw an original movie that moved you? Or song that spoke to your soul? If you had to think about it for longer than a minute, that should tell you something.

 

That also made me think about vampires and today's generation. What's the connection you ask. Well I will tell you. Vampires are immortal. They have lived many lives and well they probably get really bored with humanity. It's the same things over and over again with only minor spins to make the current generation think that its original. We were listening to some "current" music and the song that came on had both the beat and the lyrics from an 80's song I recognized. This is what I mean. I told my daughter about the root of the "new" song and she didn't believe me until I let her listen to the original. Sooo sad. I am dying here; dying to hear something new and original or see something new and original. Of course this post does not include the genius that is AMC's The Walking Dead.

Until next time... 

Crazy daze...and scary nights

Sorry I haven't had a chance to sit down and blog. I have had some crazy days. First, I was interviewed by a local newspaper, The Longmont Times, for my upcoming new book Veneficus...yes this is a plug. I was so excited. I have never been interviewed before and the photo shoot was strange too. I guess I am just not used to it. Because of the type of book it is, the story will be featured in October. If you would like more information visit my website at www.jennipherdallas.com.

 

Then I have been painting and getting the house ready. My husband and I decided to have a house warming party. I don't know what I was thinking. We just moved in three weeks ago and already a party! I know I like punishment. I have been cleaning, fixing, putting things away and all kinds of fun stuff. I'm exhausted.

 

And now, I'm also back on Isagenix! For those of you who don't know what Isagenix is, here is there website: www.isagenix.com. No they are NOT paying me for this. I have used the product before. It's a nutritional cleansing but it helps weight loss too. I've been on it since Sunday and today, Tuesday, I have already lost 5 pounds! I lost about 20 pounds last time and kept most of it off but I wanted to lose some more. So I'm excited about that.

 

I am hoping to reach my goal weight this time. Last time I did this, I got sick and could not continue the Isagenix. No, my illness had nothing to do with the product. But I'm back in the saddle again, as  they say and feel better. I have been feeling like my life needed a change. I have purged a lot of things and people from my life and feel that I am more on track with what I want to do with my life. I was reminded about my purge during my interview and didn't realize how I really should have done it a long time ago.

 

The changes in my life have been significant this year. I got a new car, new house, my second book will be published and ready for sale in a week. It has all gone by so fast, like a blur and if that isn't enough...strange things have been happening in this new house like it did in the old house.

 

I know this sounds strange and for those people who don't believe, this sounds crazy but I can sense things. I'm not sure when this happened, I guess I've had this my entire life but I can sense when something is wrong or something is in the house. When we bought the house I felt nothing. It is an odd feeling to feel nothing, almost like a void. There are no bad spirits or good spirits, I sense nothing but every now and then, I do feel something...just not on a consistent basis.

 

Sometimes I feel like I am being watched. Now I am a firm believer that animals can sense things better than humans especially cats, which is why I would never be without one. So when I feel like I am being watched I grab my cat, Milo, and keep him with me. I guess you could say he's my security cat like a security blanket...just don't call me Linus. The other day I was in my room making the bed and felt like someone was watching me. I was alone in the house. Now, in my old house, the floors would squeak and you could hear when someone was walking up the stairs but in this house, the floors don't squeak and you can't hear anyone walking up the stairs. This house is built very well and there are no noises. So when I am alone in the house, unless I have music on or the television, it is very quiet; dead silent you could say.

 

So to continue, I was making the bed when I felt like I was being watched. I yelled down stairs to see if my dad was home but he hadn't come back from the store. The dogs were outside and so it was just me and the cat in the house. Milo was not in the room with me. I tried to let it go shrugging it off like it was nothing, but the feeling persisted. It was unnerving. After a bit, I went to the other room and grabbed the cat. Immediately he started hissing and ran out of my room. Well, I was officially freaked out. The cat knew something was there that I was trying not to acknowledge. I looked around the room. The shades were open and there were rays of sunlight streaming in. It was not at all the classic horror environment one would picture for this moment.

 

It was around ten in the morning on a beautiful sunny day. At first I didn't know what to do. I was scared. Should I leave? Should I stay? Where would I go if I left? When would this thing go away? Was it malicious? All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind but I decided to stay. I mean, if I left, then what? This is my home, I can't just leave. I sat on the bed waiting. I didn't know what would happen. After about five minutes of nothing I continued cleaning. The feeling of being watched was still there but I tried to ignore it.

 

 

 

I never thought of that before this incident but it does. I mustered up all my courage and walked straight into the dark room. I stood there listening for any noise and heard nothing. I looked around in the dark and saw only shades of gray and black. I turned on the light. Everything was in its place. Nothing had been disturbed but the feeling of being watched had come back to me. The hairs on the back of my neck rose up pushing the weight of the rest of my hair up, causing my entire scalp to tingle. I knew I wasn't just imagining this because Milo was all upset about it too. My husband got home and I told him what was going on. Since he has no gifts or abilities whatsoever he rarely believes such things happen but he could not dismiss the cat and attempted to explain what was going on in a very logical manner. This offered me absolutely no comfort.

 

As we were getting ready for bed, I felt strange. It's hard to describe it but I felt like I was dressing and someone was helping me. I got into bed and we turned off the light. It wasn't ten minutes when I heard the comforting, familiar snore coming from my husband and I closed my eyes to go to sleep. Now, something I neglected to describe was my bedroom ceiling. It's has a vaulted ceiling that comes to a corner in the upper right hand side, which is the side I sleep on. It was around three in the morning, I had been tossing and turning all night. The covers had been pulled from me and I was cold. I sat up looking for the covers when I heard a scratching sound coming from the ceiling. I looked up and saw only darkness. I felt that feeling of being watched again and a wave of terror came over me. I jumped out of bed and flicked on the lights. There was nothing there. My husband, never woke from this whole fiasco and I spent the rest of the night huddled up against him with the lights on in the closet and the covers over my head. I felt like a scared five year old child hiding from an imaginary monster under my bed.

 

Needless to say, I didn't not sleep well that night and for two nights there after. It has since gone away. I wonder if it was just a passing thing. I haven't felt that feeling again and Milo has since slept in my room, where he is right now. Do things really just come and go? Do ghosts or spirits have the ability to decide where they want to turn up? I don't know. But I will say this...if it wasn't for the fact that I have three dogs already, I would be getting another cat.

Until next time...