WHISKER WISDOM CATERVIEW WITH ALOYSIUS

Whisker wisdom caterview with Wishes the cat!

WHISKER WISDOM CATERVIEW WITH ALOYSIUS, A ONE-IN-THREE-THOUSAND FELINE!

Whisker Wisdom Caterview with Aloysius, or “Wishes,” special not only because he has an extra chromosome. He’s much more than that!

Tortoiseshell males occur only one in 3000.

And like most tortoiseshell males, he’s sterile.

Wishes, until now, patiently lounging on a chair beside me in my office, let out a chittering cackle, and sat upright with a stiff spine.

Wishes: Wait just a minute! Isn’t that a little too much information? My ability to reproduce is not the subject of this interview. May I remind you that my being here is a favor to you? So, shall we commence?

Me: That was an unfortunate slip. I apologize. But you jumped in before I could finish. What makes you stand out is your ability to traverse time and your ability to talk. We all appreciate that you’ve come forward again. How was your journey?

W shrugged: No more, no less complicated than the dozen times I’ve done it before.

Me: And Jacob Blessing. How’s he doing?

W: He’s well, considering his age. He often talks about when I brought his eleventh great-granddaughter, Theodosia, back to meet him and praises her for helping that poor boy escape the gallows. She was expecting her first child when I left. That kid should be four.

Me: A nod to you, reader. Wishes is referring to the young boy from the 1700s who appeared in Theodosia’s, or “Theo’s” driveway, with an odd request. Clear his name as a murderer.  Wishes, Theo and Ethan had twins, and yes, they are four. Everyone wonders why you abruptly left in the 21st century and returned to 18th-century North Carolina. You had a pretty good life here. Theo assumed your work was done after the boy was free, and you accompanied them back. Can you tell us more?

W: Whoa! Firstborn twins? Trust me, that’s never, ever happened in the line. Since gifted one’s firstborn inherits the ability to bring the dead forward, heaven help us if both can. But it will be years before it manifests. I hope Theodosia figures it out before then. Is the new cat I picked out any help? When I found that kitten, I could tell that little creature needed training but could be a great familiar for her.

Me: Theo will be fine. But you chose a very quirky cat. By the way, she’s the subject of the next Caterview. But you’ve dodged my question. You really disrupted the centuries-old plan. You’ve always been assigned to a magical Blessing. And you stay with that person until the gift passes to their firstborn. You were Theo’s father’s familiar until the gift passed to her. That’s how it worked through all the generations before. Always forward. Never back.

W fiddled with something caught between his splayed toes on a back foot. With the foot still sticking in the air, he looked up at me: Oh, I’m sorry. Was there a question in there?

Me: I think you know it was.

W: Indeed, I’ve faithfully upheld my duty. For centuries, I’ll add. But when I brought Theodosia and her man back to 1718 to save that boy and saw Jacob again, I knew he needed me more than Theodosia did. Aside from Theodosia, he was the smartest Blessing I’ve known. And I’ve known them all, back to old England. Only someone like Jacob could get that stubborn woman to travel back in time to save a life. The convincing letter he wrote to her was sheer brilliance.

So I doubt the universe minds that I bent time a little so we could relive his last years together. I can be with him and serve his firstborn at the same time.

Me: I don’t put anything past you. But when Jacob Blessing passes, which I guess will be the second time, what then? You’ve completed your obligations through the generations up to Theo. This is all so confusing.

W canted his head as he considered an answer: Valid on all counts. I’ve been with so many Blessing generations that I’ve lost track. But dear Jacob always had a special place in my heart. I can keep going as if nothing had changed. Only I will know that I’ve been with each firstborn before. They won’t suspect a thing. I might catch up with Theodosia again at some point. Time means nothing to me.

Me: So you’re confirming there are parallel time periods? Are we side-by-side with past generations?

W cast an unbelieving eye roll: You’re the author who wrote our story, and you still say you don’t know the answers?

Me: I make stuff up, Wishes. The whole idea of time traveling was made up. And I invented you, remember.

W squinted his eyelids to a slit and stared hard at me. After a moment, he spoke again:  You invented me? Seriously? I’ve been around a lot longer than you. When will you realize you are a sideline observer of our stories and simply writing what happened?

Me: But, Wishes…

The little ‘tortie’ interrupted with another throaty chitter that could be interpreted as disgusted if one were inclined to judge it as such.

Then he was gone.

Into thin air.

Again.

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I can’t say this interview went precisely as planned.

Wishes left me with more questions than answers, especially the bit about me being a scribe of events and not the inventor of them. I need time to process that.

But, in classic Wishes style, he comes and goes when he wants, back and forth over three hundred and twenty years.

He didn’t give me time to tell him that Theo, her husband Ethan, and their twins are relocating to Baga Shores for a fresh start. Ethan, who has never completely healed from a traumatic military deployment, accepted a promising job opportunity. A gifted potter and magical, Theo is opening a new studio, once again hoping to escape the selfish dead who continually hound her for help.

She hopes a new life in Baga Shores, where magicals are embraced, will be different, and the hauntings will end.

**

In the meantime, Wishes got me thinking.

Is magical time-traveling an author’s invention or an actual phenomenon?

Could a cat live for centuries?

Are writers simply observers recording events? If that’s true, I can’t wait to see who shows up next wanting their story told!

What do you think?

Whisker Wisdom Caterview next time is with Scarlett!

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Romance Beyond the Veil

Paranormal Love Stories: Romance Beyond the Veil

My fascination with otherworldly love stories began when I heard my first fairy tale! In a child’s innocence, it’s natural for witches, wizards, and all sorts of specially gifted characters to exist in harmony with regular everyday people.

I never lost that feeling!

Something about a paranormal love story has always grabbed me, but I’m specifically drawn to those with engaging characters that could be your next-door neighbor. Or your kids or grandkids.

My characters know they are different from others. Often, they don’t appreciate these differences or may even try to hide them. But in the end, they realize that who they are is enough, and they are all they need to be.

And they mean the world to someone else, even if, at the beginning of the story, they don’t see it.

That’s why my sweet romance beyond the veil stories are unique.

Authors and screenwriters who’ve influenced my writing blend romance with other genres, such as science fiction, fantasy, or magic. But there’s enough realism in their and my stories to make you think…um, maybe this could happen!

Diana Gabaldon tops the list, whose Outlander series has a massive reader following that can’t get enough of the time-traveling romance between Jamie and Claire. See my hand waving here?

I loved writing my time-traveling story for Cat’s Paw Cove, where the main characters return to the 1700s to save a young boy from the gallows.

In one of my Nocturne Falls Universe stories, a pilot from WWII returns to reclaim his reputation. The ending to that story made me cry, and I “wrote” the book, for heaven’s sake!

Have you seen these: The Ghost and Mrs. Muir or Bell, Book, and Candle? The movies are all about waiting for the skeptical Ordinaries to come around to accept the extraordinary world.

I love Ghosts, currently running on CBS. You have to empathize with poor Jay. But he’s done a great job adjusting to life in a mansion inhabited by ALL the spirits of those who died on the property…even back in the Viking age!

Remember “Bewitched”? Sam tried hard not to use her magic, but sometimes it was the only way.

Promise me you’ll catch one of these movies or shows and let me know what you think!

The fun of writing my stories begins when Ordinaries start seeing beyond the veil!

Trust me, I’ve tried creating “regular” stories, but once a gifted character jumps in, that’s it. They demand to be heard and hijack the story. I can’t stop them and, frankly, don’t want to. I’m simply the scribe.

This is precisely what happened in my new indie sweet romance series set in Baga Shores, a small coastal town on Florida’s west coast.

I started writing about Ordinary humans in an Ordinary world.

Suddenly, the main characters reveal their true nature. They are witches, wizards, psychics, and shifters.

They start out solving day-to-day problems like any other human.

When that fails, they have to rely on their gifts.

In the first book, BEWITCHING ANDIE, Andie McCraig discovers that magic doesn’t always work how you want!

And she should know.

She’s a single mom and a witch!  Unfortunately, she isn’t a very good one. When her young son courts danger by flaunting his emerging Draiocht wizard gift, she has no choice but to return home to Baga Shores.

As soon as she arrives, her grandmother, Mimi Tanner, arranges for a mentor for the boy.

But the last thing Brett Austin wants is a protégé. He renounced his gift long ago and has no intentions of being a mentor, much less a role model, to a powerful young Draiocht with a mother who couldn’t cast a proper spell if her life depended on it!

A frightening prediction changes Brett’s mind. As danger swirls around the enchanting small town of Baga Shores, Brett soon realizes he and Andie must work together to protect her son.

Here’s the catch: Can Brett let go of the past long enough to help Andie, or will he fail again—this time losing everything important to him?

My passion is intertwining realism with the supernatural. If you’re like me and love a good paranormal love story, I invite you to join me on this journey.

Be sure and sign up for my NL here on www.CandaceColt.com to begin exploring my world of sweet romance with a magical twist!

~Candace~

Who put the Baga in Baga Shores?

The Baga Shores Romance Series title is a hat tip to the Tocobaga Indians. Chances are you’ve never heard of them. They once lived in the northern part of Tampa Bay.

Who put the Baga in Baga Shores? The tribe once lived in the northern part of Tampa Bay
Image source: Tocobaga Indians of Tampa Bay (usf.edu)

Now don’t break out in a cold sweat! I promise not to fasten my school teacher hat on too tight and scare you away! And there won’t be any tests.

I promise not to fasten my school teacher hat on too tight and scare you away.

At one time or another through history, it seemed that everyone wanted to claim this odd-shaped piece of land called La Florida. Any and everywhere a ship could drop anchor; somebody got the bright idea to stab a flag in the sand and claim the place for the king or queen back home. (Sorry, no selfies from those days, nor were these ultra-modern cruise ships!)

At one time or another through history, it seemed that everyone wanted to claim this odd-shaped piece of land called La Florida.

These were not gentle, family-friendly excursions, either—no air-conditioned SUVs equipped with Wi-Fi to entertain the kids in the back seat.

There were no multi-lane interstates like I-95 or I-75. No I-4 or I-10.

No Wawa or McDonalds.

In the 1500s, the men schlepped their belongings, swords, boots, and uniforms through some foul territory to travel from one place to another. I can’t imagine wearing metal explorers’ helmets through the mosquito and alligator-invested marshes!

Next time you’re driving across this state, either east to west or north to south (as you sit in our lovely dead-stop interstate traffic), take a good look out your window. A large portion of Florida is still primitive. They walked through that stuff, people!

A large portion of Florida is still primitive.

The 1500s were busy times for the conquistadores like the Portuguese and Spaniards, who took turns invading and raiding. Hardly any part of the Florida coastline was overlooked.

We’ll never know who the first joker was who started the rumor that gold was here for the taking, but once the story got out, it went viral—as best it could back in the day! Remember, at the same time, all of the Caribbean, Mexico, Central, and South America were ripe targets, so the place was hopping with explorers.

We'll never know the first joker who started the rumor that gold was here for the taking

 Among the many different tribes in La Florida, the conquistadores encountered the Tocobaga tribe.

The best estimates are that this tribe lived north of Tampa Bay from 900 to the 1500s. Let that sink in a second. 1100 years ago!

Before that is anyone’s guess as they probably migrated from the north.

Tampa Bay has a fascinating history. If you’re familiar with football, Tampa is home to the Buccaneers. No accident in that name!

Tampa is home to the Buccaneers

I’ll tell you about that another time.

Meanwhile, back to the Tocobaga.

In 1528 a Spanish explorer named Panfilo de Narvaez arrived in the bay area and as has happened, time and again, brought European disease along with the always elusive quest for gold. De Narvaez wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, so to speak, and managed to lose most of his crew before arriving.

Panfilo De Narvaez and his survivors
Image Source https://www.thoughtco.com/biography-of-panfilo-de-narvaez-2136335

That said, within a hundred years, between the disease his men gifted to the tribe and the ensuing violence that resulted from the endless quest for wealth and riches, the Tocobaga died out.

And that stinks because these people were amazing!

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