The ghostly season

That’s my room with the candle in it . . . and the trees swaying before it . . .

It’s late October, and the wind is blowing, and I’m working on the final draft of Catherine the Ghost, coming next year from CLASH. Cathy Earnshaw and Catherine Linton, mother and daughter, one dead and one alive, together under the dark roof of Wuthering Heights—when you see the ghost, the ghost sees you, too.

Just for the record, I could never be afraid of Cathy, because I love Emily Brontë so much.