Well, Happy Thursday, gang! Things here are going absolutely splendidly. All across the board. I almost don't know where to begin.

I will say that a.) some sample print runs of my Valentino novel, Twilight of the Immortal, arrived and, even though they have some little glitches that need fixing, it is quite a wonderful little brick of a book!! I think it weighs about 5 pounds!! But holding it after all these years of just having it exist in my head is such a thrill, gang. The publisher did such a nice job on it.

And b.) things with me and Jerry --my screenwriting partner in L.A. -- and our screenplay continue to go indescribably great. I can't really blog about it yet, but it is just great news. And yesterday, Jerry & I had one of our weekly marathon conference calls where we go over the newest chunk of the screenplay. And Jerry had written this line of dialogue that absolutely killed me. Seriously. It's one of those lines that (assuming this movie really gets made) audiences will be repeating long after they've seen the film. It is killer -- it is so funny and it's so rude and it is so perfect. It's something everyone of us wishes we could think of saying when someone is rude to us, and now, voila!  -- Jerry has said it for us!! Just fucking brilliant. (I'll alert you when tickets for the movie go on sale, so, you know, stay tuned to this blog for the next few years!!)

People who know me really well know that I have pronounced psychic capabilities. This has gone on my whole life but I tend to go through periods where it becomes more pronounced than at other times. Usually it's related to a special person -- for instance, I was very psychically in tune to both my biological parents. (Well, my mother is still alive; my dad is dead.) (Oh, you know, I'm going to post a photo of my biological mother from when she was a little girl -- my sister, Lori, had it on her facebook page and I just loved it!)

Anyway, I won't detail all my psychic stuff here b/c it would be endless. Usually the psychic stuff is visual -- images playing out in my head. But when things are particularly intense or important, I hear sounds in my right ear that grab my attention and alert me. For example, a few summers ago, my family was here for a cookout and I was in the kitchen doing something when I suddenly heard a roaring flame in my right ear. My family was chatting at the dining room table and I went running out, saying, "Something's on fire," and sure enough, the flames from the charcoal had leaped out and spread to a grate in front of my garage and it was on fire. (The flames were leaping up very close to my garage and my garage is attached to my house and all of it is made of wood...)

But lately, a new aural thing has begun happening. It sounds like large wings beating in my right ear. Not just bird's wings, but more like -- well, it made me think of those angels in that amazing play/film Angels in America , or maybe even John Travolta in Michael. I don't believe in angels, in the strict sense of the word. I do believe in emissaries -- I have had experiences with that and it blew my mind, frankly. I'll go into that some other day.

But now this new thing, it's the sound of enormous wings beating in my right ear, and then it's followed shortly afterward by something truly, truly wonderful happening to me. At first, I thought I was maybe getting some kind of infection in my ear. It didn't hurt at all, just this intensely distracting "fluttering/whooshing" sort of sound in one ear, only. Then -- something that meant the world to me happened. Then -- the sound came a few days later and, bingo, something else incredible happened a few hours after that.

Well, I heard a little fluttering here this morning so I will keep you posted, gang. And if/when a time comes where I can be less cryptic, I will share the details. But until then, just rest assured, life couldn't be better.

Okay, here's that photo of my biological mother as a little girl! Have a great Thursday, gang, and thanks for visiting!!