Octoberfest 27: Ghosts at Gettysburg

I had attempted to post a fascinating October “thing” everyday, but with all the other writing I do, I didn’t want it to be a chore so I let it slip. I have a few more tricks up my sleeve, though, and we’ll go out with a Halloween-style bang over the next few days!

I didn’t actually see any ghosts in Gettysburg, and while I have had a couple kinda-spooky things happen to me there, the whole ghost-tour industry thing in the town gives me the creeps more than an actual ghost actually would. I spent some time up there doing some novel research, and stayed overnight in a quiet little lodge off in the farmland. Visited my great-great grandfather’s regiment’s position and monument.

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What would he think of that, I wondered? He didn’t die there, but was injured in a way that ensured he probably thought about Gettysburg every day whether he wanted to or not. So what would he think about his descendent wandering around, all caffeinated and squinting in the cold sun? He’d probably think I was some kind of high-and-mighty arty-farty la-de-da overeducated lady-type, even after I offered to share my trail mix. Or hell, maybe he’d be glad that SOMEBODY, anybody remembered his name and bothered to think about him and visit a place where he’d been. It’s a question for the ouija board and I am way too chicken to use a ouija board.

It was colder than I expected and I wasn’t dressed for it so I didn’t linger long. Had a lot of good information for making changes to details in my story — and the space and freedom to really work through things with decent focus. Did I mention that the Internet was broken in my little overnight sanctuary? I didn’t bother to troubleshoot, and for the most part worked solidly for hours. I felt good, like a scrappy tough little champ, even if I’d just conquered procrastination and some plotline stumbling blocks and not the confederate army and a debilitating injury.

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