Linda Palmer tells why she writes about weird stuff...
I began dating my husband when we were in the ninth grade. Seven years after that, wegot married, and now we've been together forty-seven years--all that without killing each other. I credit having separate TVs for that.
My husband, a retired football coach, naturally watches every sport that ever existed--except for soccer--and actually has two TVs on at all times. One above the other with the soundturned off on it. He also watches hunting and fishing shows. Yawn. And the news, which is so awfulthese days that it stresses me out.
I, on the other hand, go for weird, be it gothic, modern, mystical, astronomical, ormythical. I also love true crime, but that's another story. Needless to say, when he and I arewatching one of the four shows we do watch together--Survivor, Big Brother, Amazing Race, and The Price is Right--and a trailer for an apocalyptic, dystopian, orcreepy new series or movie comes on, he always says, "That looks like your kind of show."
I think all the ghost hunt series I watch definitely fall into the weird category. Do Ibelieve in ghosts? Yeah. I kinda, sorta do…ish. I mean, I've had an experience I can't explain anyother way, and one of my beloved sisters has, too. Am I scared at the thought of spirits all aroundme? Not a bit. They're welcome anytime except when I'm in the bathroom.
My acceptance of spirits is probably why ghost hunters intrigue me so much. I mean,what makes them tick? Did they have a personal experience, too? Heaven forbid they're just actingfor good ratings. I want to believe, and my fascination is most likely the reason I decided to write Strange and Stranger, the seventh story in my Psy Squad series.
In it, heroine Maddie Harvey is tasked with welcoming the two Strange brothers andtheir two-person film crew to the family inn, Harvey House, while her mom and dad sun on aFlorida beach. Mom thinks the inn being declared haunted would be a great thing for business.Maddie, on the other hand, isn't having it. While she'll be nothing but gracious to her five guests--there's an enigmatic spare named Ben Brady--her secret goal is to distract them from the three-great, two-great, one-great, and no-great grandparents she has interacted with ever since her arrival two weeks ago.
Can she do it? Only if the ghost trackers are fakers without psychic skills and her outraged kin stay in the dusty, musty basement she has relegated them to.