Blog Hopping

Thank you for being a part of my Fabulous 5 blog hop! As promised, here are the questions you get to answer.

  • What am I working on?

I’ve got quite a few irons in the fire at the moment. One thing I’m trying to finish up before NaNoWriMo begins November 1st is School Spirits, the second book in my Kyrie Carter Paranormal Adventures series. In this novel, Kyrie and her friend JoEllyn return to their alma mater, Willow Lake College, to join the campus Paranormal Club and Petery Paranormal for an investigation of some of the campus ghost stories. Things get a bit out of hand when they uncover a long-held secret surrounding one of the hauntings. In another twist, Spook Steele, Kyr’s handsome nemesis from The Newbie, shows up with the Petery Paranormal group, so sparks fly between him and Kyr once more. They do become friends and a little bit more by the end of this book. You’ll have to wait and see how that happens.

I’ve also got the third book in the series, Mystery of the Willow Lake Witch, under way. Basically, this is a continuation of School Spirits and it gets in to unresolved questions from their initial investigation.

My NaNoWriMo story for this year goes off my usual paranormal track and ventures into YA fantasy/romance. It’s called The Knight and the Not-Quite Lady, and it began as fan fiction of the Merlin TV show. My main character, Wynifred (Wynne) deWyck, is a young lady in training in Camelot. She’s a tomboy who has no interest in learning the finer points of being a proper lady, and she gets herself into many scrapes and awkward situations. She meets and falls hard for Sir Gawaine (my personal favorite of the Knights of the Round Table). She struggles between being who she is and trying to become the proper lady she thinks Sir Gawaine will notice and fall in love with.

  • How does my work differ from others in the genre?

What I hope comes out in my paranormal stories is that I’m somewhat of a seeker—not a seeker in the sense that I seek out ghostly experiences, but a seeker in the sense that I try to understand the experiences I’ve had throughout my childhood and young adult years. In my real life, I struggle not only with whether the things I’ve seen and felt were actually paranormal, but also with how those experiences fit in with my personal beliefs and with the beliefs of my church. My writing is very much a form of counseling for me, as I like to work things out on my own.

Why do I write what I do?

I tend to write the stories I’d like to read. I have a life-long fascination with ghosts and Victorian houses, both of which seem to show up quite regularly in my work. I love stories where the ghosts are less than friendly and where the protagonist has to solve a mystery or get herself out of a paranormal problem, but I don’t like when the stories get into the horror genre.

As for the fantasy stories, those, too, are rooted in my younger years. When I was in 3rd grade, my older brother returned from college one Christmas with a cassette tape of Rick Wakeman’s The Myths and Legends of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. I fell in love with those legends and the idea of knights and ladies and wizards and all that fun stuff. Up through my college years and beyond, I read everything I could find that related to King Arthur or knights in general, and I always said I’d write my own one day.

  • How does my writing process work?

My writing process is quite a garbled mess. I don’t outlines, I don’t do elaborate character sketches, and I don’t do structured research. Half the time I don’t even know what’s going to happen in the next chapter; I’m just along for the ride. What I do have are notebooks full of scenes; scraps of dialogue or character descriptions written on old envelopes, receipts, or junk mail; hastily-scrawled drawings of houses, gardens, or characters. I’m notorious for losing something I’ve jotted down, as well as for writing up to ten or so chapters of a book and then abandoning it. Yes, a very messy process.

  • Who’s next on the blog hop?

My friend and fellow NaNo buddy, Raven Blackburn: http://ravenblackburn.blogspot.de

Another friend and fellow NaNo buddy, Vikki Hanson: http://vikkihanson.wordpress.com

Yes, another friend and fellow NaNo buddy: http://selacarsen.com

Author of Grave Beginnings, the first novel in The Grave Report, R. R. Virdi: http://rrvirdi.blogspot.com

Author of After Oil, Leah K. Cannon-Nixon: www.kristancannon.blogspot.ca

Post the names of five more writers (fiction/non-fiction any genre welcome!) with the links to their blogs. Also, please post the link to my blog with a note that I was the one who tagged you (so readers can blog hop forwards and backwards!)

I was tagged by http://casiaschreyer.wordpress.com

You’re all scheduled for the 6th of October, and the people you tag get scheduled for one week later. You’re allowed to move the date to fit your regularly scheduled posting rituals. Thanks again!!

Deb/Leta

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What Are You Reading This Week?

The past couple weeks have been crazy-busy with all the kid-related activities, so I haven’t had much time either for reading or for writing. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from browsing the Kindle book sites and downloading more titles to my Kindle (last count for me was 618). Last night, I decided to pick a title and start reading.

The book I began reading last night is called Star Trails Navajo: A Different Way to Look at the Night Sky, by Don Childrey. As the title suggests, the book tells the legends surrounding common constellations, but from a Navajo perspective. I’m not very far into the book yet, but so far it’s interesting. Childrey began by relating some of his experiences as a Scout, camping in remote places away from city lights; this is where his fascination with the night sky began. He then gives a bit of background about the typical Greek and Roman star stories that many of us have heard bits and pieces of in our literature classes. I’m just now getting into the part where he begins telling the Navajo stories.

Like Childrey, I also have a fascination with the night sky, and I could spend hours outside just gazing at the stars and the moon. Constellation lore intrigues me as well, and I’ve got a future novella/novel based on my favorite constellation lurking in my brain, waiting for the right time to be written. I’m really looking forward to the rest of this book, to see if “my” constellation makes an appearance and to compare the Navajo legend with the legend I’m familiar with.

So what are you reading this week? Leave a comment below and let me know.

Upcoming Events

Just a few appearances coming in the next month. Stay tuned for updates.

* October 11 — Fall Fest in Shiremanstown, PA, 9am – 2pm.

*October 23 — Reading and book signing at Elizabethville Library in Elizabethville, PA, 6pm – 8pm.

*October 25 — Reading and book signing at the Stevenson Library, Lock Haven University, Lock Haven, PA, as part of Homecoming festivities, 12pm – 2pm.

Preview Chapter of “School Spirits”

Sorry for the absence for the past few weeks. I’ve been busy with Back-to-School duties, Cub Scout duties, church duties, and life in general. I’ve also been hammering away at editing and revising School Spirits to get it ready for publication, hopefully in early 2015. I wanted to post the first chapter as a bit of a teaser.

A bit of background on School Spirits: In this book, Kyr and JoEllyn return to their alma mater, Willow Lake College, to join the campus Paranormal Club (JoEllyn’s baby) for an investigation. They are joined by Petery Paranormal, including Spook Steele, Kyr’s nemesis from The Newbie. The weekend becomes challenging for Kyr as she not only deals with spirits that walk the residence halls and classroom buildings, but is also forced to confront memories that continue to haunt her. When Kyr and Spook are thrown together to investigate Appleton Hall’s bell tower, they uncover a mystery surrounding the angry spirit that remains there. As Willow Lake’s long-hidden secrets begin to emerge, Spook and Kyr form a tentative friendship that promises to turn into something more, if they survive the weekend.  

Readers who are familiar with Lock Haven University and the surrounding area will likely recognize many of the places described, as Willow Lake College is based very heavily on my own alma mater, LHU. 

School Spirits, Chapter 1

As JoEllyn slowed to make the turn onto the road that would take us over Bald Eagle Mountain, I straightened in my seat, grinning like a five-year-old on Christmas morning. Only one mountain and a few miles of interstate now separated us from Willow Lake, where we would be investigating the campus of Willow Lake College. JoEllyn was one of the founders and lead investigators in the paranormal investigation group I had recently joined. She and I had been college roommates, and we shared many interests; during our time at Willow Lake we had been like sisters. The main differences between us were that she was outgoing, flirtatious, and quite “girly,” while I tended to be a quiet, bookish tomboy, which made us at times an unlikely pair.

 Obviously, one of the interests we shared was a fascination with the paranormal. We had each had our own ghostly experiences throughout childhood and in college, which were often the topics of our late-night chats. After graduation, JoEllyn had held a job at the college’s tutorial center, and during that time, she had taken her interest in the paranormal one step further and started a Paranormal Club on campus. She had kept me up to date on many of the changes on campus and always begged me to come back to Willow Lake for a visit and to go on a ghost hunt with the club. I had made plans to visit so many times, but then something always got in the way—my job, the passing of both my parents within a couple years of each other, and a broken engagement. After JoEllyn moved to the Harrisburg area a couple years ago, any thoughts of my returning to Willow Lake had been shoved aside, until now. When JoEllyn told me she was joining the Paranormal Club for an investigation on campus, I decided that this time, nothing would stop me from going back. Besides revisiting one of my favorite places in the world, I hoped to be able to get answers to some of the questions that had been gnawing at me for as long as I could remember.

As if reading my thoughts, JoEllyn asked, “So, Kyr, this is your first time back to campus since graduation. Excited?”

I pushed a stray lock of red hair out of my face and met her eyes, beaming back at her. “You know it! But from what you’ve told me, I may not even recognize the place.”

 “It looks like a different campus, all right, with all the renovations and new buildings going up, but you’ll still be able to find your way around.”

Recalling one of the more recent changes she had told me about, I lamented, “I can’t believe they tore down the old shoe factory. Remember how creepy that building was, especially at night? I always expected a hand to reach out of one of those broken windows and grab me when I walked by.” I shuddered at the memory despite the bright, sunny day.

JoEllyn reached over and thumped me on the shoulder. “You’re lucky someone or something didn’t grab you,” she scolded. “Always walking around alone at night. I hope you don’t still do that.”

“You know I would never do that where I live now,” I replied, glancing out the window at the new housing developments springing up where farmland used to be. However, I am planning to take a walk down Memory Lane—or at least along the river—after our investigation tonight, I thought. Not that she needed to know that.

“Good,” she said simply. I glanced over at her, feeling a bit guilty for keeping something from her. As I looked at her, something in her expression told me she was keeping a secret from me; she was terrible at keeping secrets.

“JoEllyn?” I began suspiciously. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

JoEllyn looked over at me, her green eyes wide with feigned innocence. “Why no, Kyr. What makes you say that?”

“Because you look guilty,” I said, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow at her. I should know that look, I thought. Guilt was a feeling I was well-acquainted with.

“Oh, psh,” she laughed, waving a well-manicured hand at me. “I’m not guilty of anything.”

“Okay, if you say so,” I shrugged, turning back to the window as if I didn’t care. We were about halfway up the mountain now, so I scanned the trees for deer or bears as I mentally counted to ten. I knew she wouldn’t hold out for very long.

Before I got to eight, she let out a huff and admitted, “All right, all right. It’s supposed to be a surprise, but guess who will be joining us on this investigation?” She looked like a firecracker trying not to explode.

I stared at her for a second before it hit me. “No way,” I exclaimed. “Petery Paranormal is coming on this investigation, aren’t they? How did you arrange that?”

JoEllyn laughed, her cheeks pink with excitement. “I had nothing to do with it,” she claimed. “Ed and Phil from the campus Paranormal Club set it up. They contacted Petery Paranormal and told them how much activity there has been since all the renovations began on campus, and Drac and Gabe thought it would be fun to do an investigation with a college group.” JoEllyn was obviously tickled to death that the Willow Lake Paranormal Club had continued to grow in popularity even after she left the tutorial center. I also knew how much she had wanted to meet Drac and Gabe Petery, founders of Petery Paranormal and stars of the Project Boo-Seekers TV show. I had already met and investigated with them as a result of winning a radio contest last Halloween, and even though JoEllyn had been the one to goad me into entering, I knew she had been jealous.

I smiled to myself, remembering that investigation. I never thought I’d meet the stars of my favorite paranormal reality show, let alone investigate with them, and the whole experience had been a dream come true. That is, until things started getting out of hand. I shuddered as I recalled how quickly the activity at the Berkeley mansion had gone from being a little frightening to downright dangerous, as we dealt with a vengeful ghost, a hundred-year-old double murder, and secrets hidden away in the house. I still bore a couple scars from the fire that had landed me in the hospital.

JoEllyn interrupted my thoughts. “Are you okay? I thought you’d be excited to see Drac and Gabe again.”

“Oh, I am,” I responded quickly. “I’m just hoping this investigation isn’t as wild as the last one.”

“Oh, Kyr, I’m sure it won’t be,” JoEllyn assured me. She was quiet for a moment, and then turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “So, do you ever hear from that Steele fellow your Aunt Julia told me about?”

It was my turn to let out a huff. Leave it to JoEllyn to bring him up. “Oh, for Pete’s sake! I’d like to forget I ever met him!” Meeting Spook Steele was one of the unpleasant experiences I’d had during that first investigation. Now that she had reminded me of him, I tried unsuccessfully to push him out of my thoughts, not wanting him to take up residence in my mind.

JoEllyn gave me a sidelong wink. “Honestly, between your rants and the way Julia goes on about him, I seriously want to meet this guy. Julia did say he’s easy on the eyes.”

I rolled my eyes, hoping I wasn’t blushing as I lied, “I couldn’t see past his arrogance to notice.” The truth was, his brooding, dark brown eyes, his shoulder-length chestnut hair, and his wicked grin were as clear in my mind at that moment as they were the first time I’d laid eyes on him.

JoEllyn slowed down as we came into the town that was nestled at the foot of the mountain. As she cruised to a stop at the town’s only red light, she looked over at me, bemused. “He left some impression on you, didn’t he?”

I gave her a wry smile and replied, “I guess so. Of course, I left one on him too.” I still cringed inside thinking of the hurtful things I had said to him, not to mention the fat lip I had accidentally given him in the graveyard. Without thinking, I muttered, “If only he were like Gabe.” I had begun crushing on the younger Petery brother the first time I saw Project Boo-Seekers, and meeting him in person had only intensified those feelings.

JoEllyn gave me a stern look. “Kyr, you know I have the hots for Gabe as much as you do, but he is married. You need to stop wishing it otherwise.”

Knowing she was right, I said nothing. We took the ramp onto the highway that led into Willow Lake, and she continued, more kindly, “Look, I know this probably isn’t the time to be giving you love advice…” Then don’t, I thought irritably, not wanting another impromptu therapy session about my inability to move on after Trevor. There was nothing she could say about that topic that hadn’t already been said a hundred times in the past few months. She must have read my expression, because she relented. “Okay, I won’t go there again.” My tight-lipped, triumphant smirk was short-lived as she continued, “But I will say that you need to stop putting Gabe Petery on a pedestal. Daydreaming about being with him may be fun…” She couldn’t hide a lecherous grin as she fanned herself with her free hand. “…A lot of fun, but Kyr, daydreaming about someone you can’t have to avoid the possibility of being hurt again, honey, that’s no way to live.”

We fell silent again, both lost in our own thoughts. My mood didn’t stay dark for long, however. As JoEllyn took the ramp that led into Willow Lake, I leaned forward in my seat, looking around at the town where I had spent my college years. We stopped at a red light coming into town, and I pointed to a small restaurant on the corner. “There’s the Mustang Grill!” I exclaimed. “I wonder if old Pete still works in the kitchen.”

JoEllyn snorted and replied, “No doubt! Remember how he always had that cigarette hanging out of his mouth? I swear ashes were the secret recipe in his chili.”

The car behind us honked its horn, and JoEllyn turned her attention back to the road. Seeing that the light had turned green, she turned left onto Market Street, and I looked around, amazed at how much had changed. The music store stood empty, its painted logo faded and a For Rent sign hanging in the window. Greenberg’s Drug Store had been replaced by a CVS, and Doc’s Bar and Grill, where I had celebrated my 21st birthday, had been demolished and replaced by a parking lot. “Wait, there’s a Subway. Didn’t that used to be that smelly old pet store?”

JoEllyn chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “I told you things have changed. Wait till we get up further.”

My heart sank as I saw how many of the family-owned businesses had either been replaced by chain stores or just sat empty. So much for my trip down Memory Lane, I thought forlornly. Suddenly a corner hair salon caught my eye. “Oh, Rita Rae’s is still here.” I had shared a studio apartment above Rita Rae’s with another student one summer when I worked at the library. My roommate usually spent the night over at her boyfriend’s, so I was often alone. One night, a dish towel had flown off the counter past my face and landed on the floor six feet away, which at the time was the scariest thing I had ever seen. Oddly enough, I had never mentioned it to my roommate, but I had frantically called JoEllyn and told her what had happened. She had always been more welcoming of paranormal activity than I was, so while I had freaked out over my experience, she had merely laughed about it and assured me that whatever spirit was in the apartment likely meant no harm. Still, I had slept with the lights on after that. “Do you remember my crazy experience there?”

 “I sure do! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so freaked out. I wonder if anyone else has had experiences there.” JoEllyn grinned over at me. “Wouldn’t it be fun to check out that apartment?”

I shrugged noncommittally. We had turned onto Belle Vista Avenue and were nearing campus when my eyes flew open in surprise. Just as JoEllyn had told me, there where the crumbling, sprawling brick shoe factory had stood, a brand new student housing building was going up. While some people had called the shoe factory an eyesore, I had always thought it had character and was a reminder of the town’s history. The street just didn’t look the same, and I felt as though something important were missing. “Wow,” was all I could say. As we passed the site, I turned in my seat and craned my neck, still in disbelief over the transformation.

JoEllyn nudged my side, and I turned around. Before us lay the Willow Lake campus. She slowed down as we passed the Graham E. B. Lawrence Fine Arts Building and a couple residence halls. My jaw dropped as I saw the three-story building that used to be the one-story dining hall. “Arthur-Ambrose Campus Center?” I exclaimed, confused. “When did the dining hall become a campus center?”

JoEllyn laughed, “About three years ago, when Dorothy Arthur passed away and left her entire fortune to the college. You had to have seen the Alumni Newsletters.” She quickly related the story of Mrs. Arthur, who had never herself attended Willow Lake, but had been “adopted” by one of the clubs on campus as a service project. The members helped her maintain her modest yet comfortable home after her husband passed away suddenly. Everyone had assumed she was a widow struggling to make ends meet, so it was a shock to everyone when the college was named the sole beneficiary of her estate, which was worth several million dollars. “I guess it pays to be nice to people.”

“That’s what my grandma always said,” I added, as we turned onto Fernwood Court, which would take us around to the back of Douglas Hall, where we were meeting Ed, Phil, and Amber from the Paranormal Club.

JoEllyn pulled into a parking space behind Douglas Hall, and we got out of the car. Two people were standing just inside the back door, and they came out to meet us. JoEllyn stepped forward confidently and shook hands with a tall, blond man wearing wire-rimmed glasses and a red Love and Theft sweatshirt. She introduced herself and me, and the man said, “It’s so nice to finally meet you, JoEllyn; we’ve heard so much about you and how you got this club off the ground. We’re so glad you could come. I’m Ed, and this is Phil.”

I stepped forward and shook Ed’s hand. As I reached for Phil’s hand, I was a bit taken aback. I had expected Phil to be a man, but Phil was a tall, willowy, raven-haired woman. She seemed to pick up on my momentary confusion and laughed, “Phil is short for Philesia. I get a lot of strange looks when people first meet me.”

I smiled back at her, instantly at ease. “Well, with a name like Kyrie, I can say that I share your pain.”

Ed said, “Amber will join us later this evening. She works at the Admissions Office and won’t get off till five. She already met with Drac and Gabe, and they’re setting up over at Palmer Hall.”

“Not a problem,” JoEllyn responded. “So what’s on the agenda?”

Phil motioned towards Palmer Hall, a classroom building that also housed the student computer labs and the campus radio/TV station. “We’ll go over and touch base with Petery Paranormal. We’re going to set up Center Command at Palmer and take advantage of the computers and all the other media equipment.” I gathered that Phil was the Paranormal Club’s tech expert.

The four of us headed towards Palmer Hall. As we followed the narrow sidewalk to the back of the building, I could sense the others’ excitement as they anticipated meeting Drac and Gabe, and whoever else they may have brought along from Petery Paranormal. I smiled, recalling how I’d felt the first time I met them, and I had to admit, I was just as excited to be seeing them again. As we came around the side of the building and caught sight of the Petery Paranormal vans, JoEllyn suddenly grabbed my arm and let out a little squeak. Ed and Phil turned around to look at us, and Phil’s sparkling eyes told me that she was trying to contain her excitement too. JoEllyn giggled like a schoolgirl and asked, “So what do you think Drac and Gabe will say when they see you?”

Before I could answer, Ed interrupted, “Oh, that’s right! You’ve already investigated with them!”

I smiled nervously and bit my lip. I didn’t like being the center of attention. “They might pack up and head back to New York after what happened the last time…”

“Oh, stop!” JoEllyn exclaimed, giving my shoulder a slap. “I’ll bet they’ll be happy to see you again. Why don’t you hold back so they don’t see you right away. Then jump out and surprise them.”

Ed and Phil agreed, and then started towards the Petery Paranormal vans. While they went around to the back to meet Drac and Gabe, I quickly dashed to the side of the van so they wouldn’t see me. I heard Ed and Phil introducing themselves to Drac and Gabe, and Gabe asked, “Is the other group here yet?”

Ed introduced JoEllyn first to Drac and then to Gabe. I bit back a laugh as the usually confident JoEllyn McFadden stuttered and stammered like a star-struck teen.

Drac asked, “Are you the only one from your group who could make it?”

JoEllyn suddenly recovered her composure as she laughed and said, “No, I actually brought one other member.” She stuck her head around to the side of the van and motioned to me. “But I think you already know her.”

Unable to keep a wide grin off my face, I stepped around behind the van. Drac and Gabe looked at each other and laughed. Gabe came forward and caught me up in a hug. “What a surprise, Newbie! It’s great to see you again!”

Drac was next, giving me a bear hug and picking me up off the ground. “This is awesome! So you did find yourself a group; good for you!”

I stepped back and laughed, “JoEllyn sprung it on me on the way up that you guys would be here. I just hope this investigation doesn’t turn out as crazy as the last one.”

Gabe cocked his head and joked, “Well, if you’re involved, how could it be anything else?”

Drac stepped forward and nudged Gabe, suddenly wary. “Speaking of the last investigation, this is kind of unexpected. How do you think this will go over with…?” He motioned with his eyes towards the other Petery Paranormal van. Lynette, one of the other investigators, had just peeked around the side of the van and said something to someone else inside, then started towards us.

I was just about to ask Drac what he meant when out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement. I glanced toward the van, and my stomach dropped. I felt the color drain out of my face as I saw none other than Spook Steele.