Why My Mood Board is Full of Ghosts
Writing through grief, about grief
I started writing about ghosts after my father died two years ago. It was not intentional. I did not set out to write haunted stories. But then my grandmother and my aunt passed away. A year before, another aunt. And not long before that, one of my best friends passed away unexpectedly, too.
I kept dreaming about ghosts and since I wake up very early in the morning to write, when I’m still half-asleep, my writing reflected my dreams.
I wrote about ghosts because they were all around me. Each song on the radio, each holiday that passed. Sometimes there is no way to avoid the dead. Memories emerge whether you like it or not.
When it was apparent that I should embrace the hauntings in my stories, I began to read more ghost stories. Not the gothic kind of story that appear in every literature anthology, but the contemporary kind of ghost story that sneaks up on you. Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders and Her Body and Other Parties by Carmen Maria Machado are two books that stayed on my nightstand for a year. The Third Hotel by Laura van den Berg and Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward are two others that shook me out of my grief and into someone else’s.
