The Story Behind Ghost Hand: My Guest Post for a Steampunk Icon
Every book has a story behind it. A journey of its making. I hope you will stop by Pip Ballantine's blog and read my Guest Post on the making of Ghost Hand.
Here's a little excerpt to get you moving in that direction:)
I often wish that I was interesting, but the truth is I am not. Because of this, I try very hard to surround myself with interesting people to ensure I have something to write about. One of the most interesting people in my life is my husband. He is a Native American adopted and raised by a Scottish American family. He is a long-haired, metal head that plays the electric bass and lives on the wild side. He has come back from the dead twice. And he is a therapist who has worked with the seriously mentally ill for sixteen years. His life makes my life look like paint drying. He is also my muse and inspiration.
Watching my husband work with his clients led me to the core idea of Ghost Hand, the essence of its paranormal plot. It caused me to ask the question, "What if you could reach into someone and pull out their biggest emotional hang-up?" What if grief, or hurt, or fear was as solid and real on the outside of someone as it is on the inside? What would it look like? What power would it hold in the material world? What would happen to the person who had lost it? And what would happen to the person who had taken it from them?
Here's a little excerpt to get you moving in that direction:)
I often wish that I was interesting, but the truth is I am not. Because of this, I try very hard to surround myself with interesting people to ensure I have something to write about. One of the most interesting people in my life is my husband. He is a Native American adopted and raised by a Scottish American family. He is a long-haired, metal head that plays the electric bass and lives on the wild side. He has come back from the dead twice. And he is a therapist who has worked with the seriously mentally ill for sixteen years. His life makes my life look like paint drying. He is also my muse and inspiration.
Watching my husband work with his clients led me to the core idea of Ghost Hand, the essence of its paranormal plot. It caused me to ask the question, "What if you could reach into someone and pull out their biggest emotional hang-up?" What if grief, or hurt, or fear was as solid and real on the outside of someone as it is on the inside? What would it look like? What power would it hold in the material world? What would happen to the person who had lost it? And what would happen to the person who had taken it from them?