It’s me, me, me with them.
Find out who killed me, pass on this message–yada yada yada.
Wouldn’t you think they’d KNOW who killed them, for pete’s sake? But no. Truth is, a lot of them haven’t even picked up on the fact that they’re dead in the first place. If there’s a Cosmic Complaint Department somewhere, I’d like to find it. I think the intake system on the other side needs some tweaks, big-time. Signposts, maybe. Or even billboards, saying things like, “Hello! Get a Clue, Bozo. You’re Dead”, or “See the Big Light? Step Into It”.
They seem so confused, dead people. Many of them think they’re having a bad dream.
And here’s the real kicker. From some of the experiences I’ve had lately (Linda and I are almost through with the second Mojo adventure, “Deadly Deceptions”), I wonder if they ARE dead–at least in the way we think of ‘dead’. More on that later. Once “Deceptions” is finished, I’ll be on hiatus for a while, while Linda deals with more McKettricks and some cowboys of the old west variety.
Who knows what will happen in the third adventure? I sure don’t, and here’s a flash for you, Linda doesn’t, either. It’ll be a big surprise to both of us.
I like surprises.
Mojo Day 3
The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.
Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.