There’s always some other piece of writing on the back burner while working on ALUTK. This one doesn’t have a proper name, but I refer to it (in my own head) as “The Ghost Story” even though the “ghost” in it isn’t actually dead. He likes to remind me of that occasionally, lest I forget.
“I’m not dead,” says he. “Just presently incorporeal.” He says it with a very English *sniff*. I believe he may be from Oxford. He was also born around 1905 and “went missing” in 1940.
At any rate, this morning, since I am momentarily caught up at work (relatively speaking; there is always *something* I could be doing) I spent some time with the non-dead ghost and got almost 900 words. They’re not all good words, but this scene has been plaguing me every night as I lay down to sleep and every morning when I wake up my alarm clock and my cat simultaneously try to get me out of bed. I wasn’t sure how it was meant to go, but it’s become a lot clearer now.
The crazy thing is, I see this story as having a multitude of climactic moments, which makes me wonder if it wants to be a book, a series of short stories, or an episodic TV show. I’m thinking book, but my stories almost always have that “this could have visuals and a soundtrack” feel to them, even if I have no idea how to write screenplays.
At any rate, he has gone from being a blonde with blue eyes and a broad frame, standing at 6′2″, to being thin as a rail, under 6 feet tall, with stick-straight chestnut brown hair and brown eyes. I think it fits the profile of a paranormal scientist far better, in the end. And the heroine of the story fancies him better than way. 
