Pauline Baird Jones, author, writer, romantic suspense author, science fiction romance author, project enterprise series, steampunk, magic It’s not a castle or a cottage in the forest, but it feels magical to me when I walk by. Last fall, when we were “walking the dad” (for me it was walking the hubs) following his hip replacement surgery, we kept going by this one house. Even before we drew level with it, my gaze was drawn to it. I’d slow down at the property line and study the house thinking, “That could be the home of a witch or fill-in-the-blank with magical icon of your choice.” It’s not the only house in our neighborhood that catches my gaze and my imagination. This one does, too. I drive past it most days, if I leave my house. Pauline Baird Jones, author, writer, romantic suspense author, science fiction romance author, project enterprise series, steampunk, magic I think it’s partly the profusion of flowers around this little house. Surely that takes magic… In the little town where I grew up, there used to be this little, old lady (actually we had a bunch of them) who had a magical looking house. She had so many flowers around her house, you almost couldn’t see the house. And the house was well into the quirky zone. I was sure she was a witch and would hurry past her house. I told myself it was the bees…

Does that ever happen to you? Do you ever feel the little shiver of anticipation when you pass by a dwelling or a spot? Do you pause and wonder, before your busy life reminds you that your list needs checking off? What do you believe, even when you know you shouldn’t? Commenters get entered into a drawing for the $10 AnaBanana Magical gift card. (I hear she brews up her soaps and other goodies in her basement.) Winners are announced in the first blog post of the month, but it helps if you leave a contact email or twitter ID, since I’m not magical at all.

Pauline Baird Jones, author, writer, romantic suspense author, science fiction romance author, project enterprise series, steampunk, magic

Here’s hoping your day is magical in a good way! Perilously yours,

Pauline

Do You Believe….

21 thoughts on “Do You Believe….

  • September 11, 2012 at 8:27 pm
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    Over here in the UK there was (maybe still is) a footpath in the town I grew up that wound away from the main road and under a railway bridge before moving out into the countryside. Under the bridge was always damp and cold, and the family dog would always stay very close through there. I felt at the time that something odd must have happened there once, and to my amazement found that a rather hard-nosed friend admitted the same one evening down at the pub. It hasn’t yet featured in a story, but maybe one day…

    • September 13, 2012 at 2:16 pm
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      Ooooh, creepy!You have to use it in a story! I do think, I don’t know, strong emotions can linger in a place.

      • September 14, 2012 at 11:13 pm
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        I have played around with that idea. About 7 years ago I started a supernatural mystical type short story that grew and grew as I added characters. Placed in modern times in an old English castle. Anyway, I do hope to resurrect it as I have nearly 400 pages of notes, character ideas and a few finished chapters. (finished then but I am sure not now when I read them again) It has only been the past 6 months that I have gotten back to writing and am possibly more passionate than ever.

  • September 11, 2012 at 3:25 am
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    Sailing the San Juan Island chain several years ago I anchored in a little cove. There was a ledge just above eye level. Someone was watching me….from that incident I wrote a short story…from the response on the short story I embarked on a journey…almost ready for publication now is 14 chapters spured on by the little ledge and someone in the bushes.

    • September 11, 2012 at 6:05 pm
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      Well, that’s just cool! Funny how small incidents can grow into stories, then novels. I had a snippet of dream that became a short story. Have not tried to make it longer, though a friend told me I should. I told her, I don’t know what happened around it. LOL!

      • September 16, 2012 at 1:14 am
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        It is amazing how mine has grown from a little short. It was erotic romance..mainly a couples initial meeting… The followers of the story kept saying they wanted to know where they went, what happened to them…As life rolled on I continued to think of this couple and their journey but then I needed to know how they got to that fateful meeting… And, it just keeps growing. The initial story has become chapter 3 and 1 & 2 keep evolving as the story matured even though I have thought #1 was finished at least a 1/2 dozen time.

        • September 16, 2012 at 3:00 am
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          That’s kind of the way all my books grow. I start with an idea or a character or event and just keeping thinking, well, what happens next? (Or who needs to die! LOL!)

  • September 11, 2012 at 3:20 am
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    When I lived in New Orleans in the late 70’s I was a member of the River Road Historical Society giving tours of the Destrehan Plantation. Telling eire stories of the time of Jean Lafitte the pirate as one of the frequent vistiors and the marble tub gifted to Destrehan from Napolean. Of course as we all know the plantation is still haunted by the ghost of Lafitte If you don’t belive me to there on a dark stormy night. From the first visit to the plantation I was drawn without knowing the stories.

    • September 11, 2012 at 6:04 pm
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      I have been to Destrehan! I would wonder if you gave us our tour but were there in the late 80’s. It was a fun one to tour. If I remember right, I used it as a model for my house in Dangerous Dance. Hmmm. would need to go look. There is definitely something about those old plantation houses. 

      • September 14, 2012 at 11:18 pm
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        Looks like I posted under R Abbots at the top…well they are both creepy. I gave tours at Destrehan in ’76-’79… I hope you got a good tour..I did add to all the tours about the Boney Finger on the dark stormy nights that points to the hidden treasures of Jean Lafitte. Did they tell you why all the stairways in the plantation houses are on the outside??? I found that very interesting.

        • September 16, 2012 at 3:04 am
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          They probably did, but I’m trying to remember. I really enjoyed so much about touring the various plantation houses.

  • September 11, 2012 at 2:50 am
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    When I was little, the sidewalk that wound around the elementary school field and playground went past a rickety wooded fence. The story that all the kids told was that a witch lived there, so we would run as fast as we could around that part of the track during PE class. I was always a little worried and a lot creeped out. Now, I’m pretty sure some older sibling started the rumor, or one of the PE teachers did to keep the students from dawdling during class.

    • September 11, 2012 at 6:02 pm
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      Oh! The creepy stories that keep us in line and out of places! LOL! The offline urban legends. LOL!

  • September 11, 2012 at 1:27 am
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    I do exactly this. I love looking at historical buildings and studying the building. There are so many buildings in town that I have built a story around.

    • September 11, 2012 at 6:01 pm
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      That’s really cool, Gilliad. I too find historical buildings quite fascinating. Have a love affair with lighthouses, too. Thankfully the hubs doesn’t mind. (grin)

  • September 10, 2012 at 8:15 pm
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    There are a lot of eye-catching houses in my LA neighborhood, but there’s one in particular which always sparks my imagination when I pass it during a morning run. It sits on a hill and reminds me of a Mayan temple, yet it is rumored that its former inhabitant was the serial killer who murdered the Black Dahlia. I can’t help but wonder what secrets lurk behind the walls of that house.

  • September 10, 2012 at 5:41 pm
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    You and Scout and Jem and the old Radley Place (I just finished To Kill a Mockingbird, so this post made me chuckle). I am out walking/running in our neighborhood quite a lot, and while there are no houses that make me speed my pace, there is one place with a half-painted fence and a half-painted (bottom half) house. This puzzles me.

  • September 10, 2012 at 5:18 pm
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    Two gorgeous homes that I’d definitely get busted starring at. There’s nothing I enjoy more than walking or driving around looking at other people’s homes. Some spark an imagination about the people who live there or the glorious interiors…some I am just in awe of the landscaping talents people possess. It’s a fabulous fantasy land!

    • September 10, 2012 at 5:30 pm
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      When we lived in New Orleans, it was overload on houses and quirky and charming and interesting…but great imagination fuel! Did a tour one Christmas and it was so fun to see inside. Being South, there are awesome yards and landscaping (ours is more The Burbs/Klopck but that’s another blog post LOL), but these two houses just pull my attention. I’m sure they are magic. LOL!

  • September 10, 2012 at 1:47 pm
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    I love studying the older houses in our area. But I don’t write stories that would take place in them and I don’t imagine witches living inside. I just enjoy the architecture. But passing by a bit of the woods or an overgrown lot with a dirt trail, my imagination goes wild.

    • September 10, 2012 at 5:28 pm
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      I don’t write stories with them either, but every time we walked by this house, I just had to look. Our neighborhood is rather ordinary, so it got me wondering, what was catching my eye? Or my imagination? Might have to try a story now….

      Yeah, woods, vacant lots….

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