Buzzing along...

...with the new ghost story, which is now over 4,500 words and growing by the day. It's turning out to be an absolute joy to write because I'm keeping it very tongue in cheek. The only slight problem is that the characters have hijacked the story and are busy insisting on more plot than sex. For a story that's supposed to be erotica, That's Not Good.

So far I have a dippy hero, a dotty medium, at least one resident ghost and the possibility of a poltergeist - not to mention the jaw-droppingly handsome love interest. Who doesn't believe in ghosts. :D

It's been ages since I've got on as well with a story as this and I'm just praying the inspiration lasts.

Here's an incredibly brief snippet from the last section I wrote today:

"Make yourself at home," said Adam, waving the toast.

Half an hour later he was regretting what he'd said, since the production crew had taken him far too literally for his peace of mind. There were now five different lorries in the drive - the last of which was blocking the Rectory door - and Greystones was swarming with human ants, most of them banging and all of them wanting cups of tea. Adam spent his time filling kettles and running around with extra sugar and milk, and trying not to trip over the alarming mass of cables that snaked into the house through every available window and door. It was only when the clock struck ten and everyone disappeared at once that he discovered they'd brought their own canteen and he needn't have bothered after all.