For the past few years, I've been writing fiction for two reasons: First, it's where I started and where my heart lives. Entering the world of the imagination is a magical, wonderful thing to do and I relish it. My second reason is that I sense that I have lots of buried memories from my very strange life, and I think that they reveal themselves in the fiction.

This was particularly true of the Grays and the Alien Hunter series. Toward the end of Alien Hunter: Underworld, I found myself dealing with a completely new vision of the reason for all those legends we have had throughout our history for beings living beneath the surface of the earth.

It was really a riveting experience, and a completely new take on the subject.

Then, just this last Thursday (8/21/14) a remarkable thing happened. Linda Moulton Howe (Earthfiles.com) who has done research for me for years, sent me a photo of a creature taken by a trail cam in Pennsylvania. When I first looked at it, I thought it must be a hoax (it looks like a classic garden gnome) but a photo expert, Dan Drasin, who does photo analysis for us says that it is not a statuette because it's moving very quickly. It's unlikely to be a bird because of its coloring and form.

What is so very odd about this--getting back to the fiction-nonfiction issue--is that I was working on a new nonfiction title at the time I received the email from Linda. The chapter I was writing was about creatures that live underground.

For more about this, go to this link on my website and scroll down until you see the picture: http://www.unknowncountry.com/dreamla...

My odd life has left we with a joyous sense of wonder about the world. While I still can't say that I've ever been face to face with an alien, there has been a vast amount of high strangeness, for which I am incredibly grateful. What a life!