I should have known that it would come down to this. When I put the word magnets on my refrigerator, I knew I was asking for trouble, but I was willing to take that chance for my readers.
Let's start at the beginning for anyone who has just recently started reading my blog.
About a month ago, I started writing what I called my "refrigerator poetry." They were simply poems created using a small selection of words.
Yet, when I was standing in front of my refrigerator last night, I discovered this:
It's not much of a poem, but all the same, I didn't write it. It's also too far away from the rest of the words and too neatly arranged to be an accident.
So, here are my theories as so what happened. I'm putting in a poll (simply because I don't get to use the polling feature of blogger that often) and letting you decide if I'm crazy, haunted, or if the answer is far more logical.
A. My father was over last week installing a ceiling fan for me. He likes gardening. He may have arranged the words for me
B. One of my brothers stopped in without telling me and played with the words on my refrigerator. (Though considering the selection of words, I would have expected something far more crass, but it's still possible)
C. I sleepwalk. Seriously, I do sleepwalk. I created poetry while sleepwalking through the house.
D. My house in haunted. The ghosts in my house are trying to tell me to plant a garden.
E. I've lost my mind. I actually wrote the poem, but have absolutely no recollection of creating it.
Be sure to vote in my poll, which is in the right column! I'll be shutting down the poll in a few days.
In the meantime, the house is clean and I'm slowly starting to get organized for the Romantic Times Convention. I'll be driving up on Wednesday. If I'm smart enough to remember my camera (which may now be in doubt following tonight's poll), I'll be posting pictures of the conference while I'm there.
Also, you may have noticed that a new word count bar has been added. I'm now chipping away at the short story that I have due later this summer for the upcoming anthology that I will be a part of. Only 20,000 - 25,000 words. Ugh. After completing two books with word counts above 100,000 words, this makes me really nervous. Can I write something so short?