Showing posts with label #YA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #YA. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Debut Author Jean Ann Williams Shares Her Story

For years, Jean Ann Williams has blogged and wrote a message of hope. She stopped by this blog once before to tell us about her battle with grief. Now, I'm excited to introduce her first novel, her debut release. Congratulations, Jean Ann. Tell us what it's about.

One mother damaged. One family tested. One daughter determined to find her place.

ClaireLee’s life changes when she must take charge of her siblings after her mother becomes depressed from a difficult childbirth. Frightened by the way Mama sleeps too much and her crying spells during waking hours, ClaireLee just knows she’ll catch her illness like a cold or flu that hangs on through winter. ClaireLee finds comfort in the lies she tells herself and others in order to hide the truth about her erratic mother. Deciding she needs to re-invent herself, she sets out to impress a group of popular girls.

With her deception, ClaireLee weaves her way into the Lavender Girls Club, the most sophisticated girls in school. Though, her best friend Belinda will not be caught with the likes of such shallow puddles, ClaireLee ignores Belinda’s warnings the Lavenders cannot be trusted. ClaireLee drifts further from honesty, her friend, and a broken mother’s love, until one very public night at the yearly school awards ceremony. The spotlight is on her, and she finds her courage and faces the truth and then ClaireLee saves her mother’s life.

Downloads available at Amazon:


Jean Ann Williams has published over one hundred articles and short stories for children and adults. JUST CLAIRE is her first book.

The book sounds so good, Jean Ann. It's on my soon-to-read list. Thank you for visiting this Writing with God's Hope blog today. Any questions or comments for Jean Ann?


Saturday, June 18, 2016

When God Says Stop

     I love writing.

All my life I’ve written something. When my girls were younger, I sold a few short stories. During their teens, I wrote one full length manuscript, submitted it to one publisher where it was promptly rejected, and then I put it aside for twenty years. In fact, it’s still in a drawer unsent.
Pretty blooms on sticky cacti

Life intervened with a demanding job, daughter’s weddings, and not enough hours in the day. The only thing I wrote for years was my prayer journal and one unfinished teen short story, and it drove me crazy. I would plan to write, but then not get home in time.

With the close of 2005, I retired from the job, the girls had moved away, and I decided to write full time. I joined a local writing group called Red River Romance Writers. It was a RWA chapter. Through them, I learned a lot and improved my writing. Through them, I learned about conferences and workshops.

I continue to belong to American
Christian Fiction Writers
From 2006 to 2009, I attended one or two conferences a year, many other workshops, took online classes, and submitted and faced rejection over and over. In 2009, I attended the Blue Ridge Mountain Christian Writing Conference in the beautiful North Carolina Blue Ridge Mountains. This group enlarged my vision and my places to submit. I came home ready to hit my new career at peak push.

I was nearing my sixty-fifth birthday and worried about the short time I had in life to get my work published. I worked long hours and prayed a lot. I fought bitterness at myself or the situation that caused me to waste my youth in not writing. An obsession to be published filled my mind. I gave it everything I had.


Then, God said, “stop.”


“Lord,” I prayed. “What should I stop? Should I stop going to conferences? Should I write only short stories? Are you saying I’ll never be published?”


The Lord told me, “Stop writing. Period. I don’t want you to write anything. I don’t want you to submit anything. I don’t want you to ever think about it. Nothing. Stop.”


I sat in what I call my prayer chair, limp as a delicate orchid that had been trampled. Giving up writing was like giving up my baby. Writing consumed my world. What would I do if I didn’t write? Who would I be?


But, I knew God had said, “Stop,” so I stopped.


For over three months, I wrote nothing, not even a journal. My quiet time with the Lord extended into longer periods of time. I read His Word more. Slowly, He revealed how obsessed I had become over being published. Strange how the devil blinds us to his sneaky ways. Though I was still a Christian, I had put publication on the throne of my life. It had become everything to me.


And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.                  Phil. 4:7


God’s peace entered my heart. I no longer missed the writing. No longer did my thoughts turn to publishers or conferences or advice I’d been given. God gave me rest. He sparked my mind with His Word. He carried me around like a queen. It was so exciting following Christ.


One day during prayer, God whispered, “Why don’t you work on that teen story some more?”


“What? Did I hear you right, Lord, you want me to write something?”


“Just a little. Finish that story.”


I did.


“Send it off,” God told me.


I did.


The editor wrote back that she liked the story, but why didn’t I try making it chapter one of a teen book? I could do that. I asked the Lord, and He agreed.


In this way, God led me back to writing, slowly, prayerfully, with concentration on Him first. He still gave me the desire of my heart, as He promises to do.


That teen book became my debut novel, Victoria and the Ghost. Since then, my publisher has released two other books, and I have three others in contract.


God is on the throne of my life. I’m a compulsive person that likes to be in control. I suffered a similar problem with food, but always I must put God first.


Examine your life today. Is the Lord in first place, or something else? God might say, “stop.”

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Cover Reveal from YA author, Beverly Stowe McClure

I'm so excited.

I've got a HUGE announcement.

(Hear a drum roll here.) A good friend of mine and an excellent young adult author, Beverly Stowe McClure will soon release Under A Purple Moon. 

What's Under A Purple Moon about?

No Love in the Garden of Eden...


Eden Rose has learned to deal with her mother’s criticism that she can do nothing right. What she can’t deal with are the arguments between her parents. To escape their angry words, she finds refuge in an old abandoned house. She always returns home, hoping her mother will love her one day, even though Eden’s not sure what the word love means.


Three other teens with problems also hang out at the Old House. Meeting Murphy, Toby, and Josh changes Eden’s world, and she begins to have faith in herself. Perhaps she can do something right, after all.


Thanks to the boys, she begins to understand the meaning of love. But will it be enough to save her broken home life?


Release date - March 15, 2016

$17.95 USA, 6x9 Trade paperback, 270 pages

Freedom Fox Press - Dancing Lemur Press, L.L.C.

Fiction/Young Adult - General (JUV000000) / Girls & Women (JUV014000)

Print ISBN 9781939844132 eBook ISBN 9781939844149

$4.99 EBook available in all formats

(Another drum roll now.)

Here's my reveal of the cover of Under A Purple Moon:

Most of the time, you’ll find Beverly Stowe McClure at her computer, typing stories little voices whisper in her ears. When she’s not writing, she’s snapping pictures of wildlife, flowers and clouds. She’s sometimes known as the “Bug Lady.” She’s not telling why.
Good luck with the new release, Beverly. I love the cover, but then I'm rather partial to purple. Just ask those who tire of seeing yet another purple outfit. I can't wait until March to read the new book.

Saturday, May 9, 2015


Rejection requires patience.

Patience requires the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit gives nine fruits.

The fruit of love, joy, and peace gives freedom.

In Writing

When I retired from my medical coding and bookkeeping job, I set a goal to write and submit to agents or editors on a regular basis. I followed steps to make that dream come true. I joined Romance Writers of America (RWA) and a local group called Red River Romance Writers (RRRW). I wasn't sure what I wanted to write, but I knew all my stories included romance in some way. I attended a weekly critique group where my writing was torn apart verbally.

One of our speakers in RRRW that first year was a writer form Tulsa, Margaret Daley, who spoke on "Falling in Love without Falling in Bed." I loved it. Though I love romance in stories, I'm turned off by the overt sexual content that most publisher seemed to want. She introduced me to a group called American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW). I joined and attended a conference. I pitched to agents and editors. I submitted and waited, soon receiving rejection after rejection.

Each rejection stalled my writing while I threw myself a pity party.
Finally, through the grace of God and the fruit of patience, I submitted again. I reached the point that I agreed with God to allow one day of self-pity, but the second day, I was required to submit something else, a short story, a query, something. Author, DiAnn Mills, taught at Blue Ridge Christian Writing Conference how to write as a ministry to God. I clung to that idea.

Through RRRW, I learned about another group called Oklahoma Writers Federated International (OWFI). At my first conference in 2011, I pitched to the publisher/owner of 4RV Publishing, Vivian Zabel, my one and only young adult. In a few months, I had my first contract. In 2012, my debut novel, Victoria and the Ghost, became a reality, almost seven years after my first rejection.

In Weight Loss

All my adult life, I exercised a yo-yo cycle of losing and regaining weight. One of those hundred pound losses prepared the way for me to purchase and run a Diet Center franchise. Even then, I faced rejection on a major scale. I became a closet eater. Because of teaching others in the community how to lose weight, I couldn't be seen eating a heavy meal or dessert at a restaurant or banquet. I regained every pound plus five.

Rejection nagged at my heels with every new diet, with every new exercise, with every new pill or shot. Once, taking shots from a doctor to lose weight plunged me into deep depression. Again, I failed.

My husband didn't mean to reject me. He loved me, but he couldn't face what I was doing to myself. I had no patience with anything that took the weight off slowly. The fruits of peace and joy eluded me. I wanted to die. Compulsive overeating bound me in unbreakable chains.

Rejection to patience. Patience to the Holy Spirit. The Spirit to the fruit. The fruit to freedom.
God began to heal me. The more I concentrated on the Lord, the more the weight came off, slow, steady, but sure. The Spirit gave the patience. In two years and four months, I lost ninety-five pounds. That was nineteen years ago. God gave freedom over rejection and failure.

In Teenagers with Dysfunctional Families

I write the message of hope for compulsions, addictions, and hang-ups. In my YA book, a fifteen year old girl named Victoria faces rejection from a mother that she adores. The material world that Victoria lives in hasn't prepared her for feelings deeper than deciding on the latest pair of sandals or the biggest thing in jeans. She responds with anger toward the dad that moves her away from her Dallas home to Hicksville.

Anger rules this girl's life; anger at dad, anger at people that are kind to her, anger at God, angry at everyone except the person that rejected her.


That's one emotion she can't face.

Rejection to patience, patience to the Holy Spirit, the guidance of the Spirit to the fruits, the fruits to the freedom to love and conquer fear. Victoria learns to forgive without giving up love.

If you face rejection, failure, and bondage, the answer is the fruits of the Holy Spirit. The Spirit teaches about Jesus.

With eyes on Him, anything is possible; relief, success, and freedom.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Is Wichita Falls haunted?

This Weird Wednesday, while I'm waiting for the release of my new YA, I got to wondering if my home town, Wichita Falls, TX had a ghost legend? To my surprise, it does. Here's what I found out about it.

A hang-out for a group of boys fifty years ago, brought about the ghost legend of Pinky's Cave. The spooky tunnel is actually a three-mile concrete drainage ditch that snakes under neighborhood streets between Ardath and Kell Boulevard. Running clear under Kell, it was built by the city of Wichita Falls in the 1960s to prevent flooding in the Brook Village area. A teenager by the name of Robin Pinkman lived near there then and claimed the tunnel as his own, forever branding it as Pinky's Cave.
Photo by Claire Kowalick was featured in the Wichita Falls Times Record News on 4/10/2010

Reading about that reminded me of two things. One: As a teenager along with my cousins, I explored a concrete drainage ditch in the Oak Cliff section of Dallas. What fun, what mystery, what carelessness. Two: one of my favorite authors, Bonnie Lanthripe, wrote the middle-grade book, The Ringleader, about teen boys who solve the mystery of the drainage ditch in their home town. I could envision ghosts in a tunnel like the one where I played.

Pinkman, who is now a local teacher and rancher, says he remembers the ditch as being his and his neighbor friend's private clubhouse. They often spent the night there and told ghost stories. Now, I never had the nerve to do that. Of course, my aunt wouldn't have let us, anyway.

The boys told one tale of a man who lived in the cave and would "get you" if he found out that you doubted. The roar of the wind and the rumblings of cars overhead created echoes and thumps that complemented the made-up stories. Sometimes, the boys hid in the drain pipes built into the tunnel and would jump out and scare the girls.

In the tornado of 1979 that blew away much of Wichita Falls, many people were saved by hiding in the ditch. My husband and I moved to the city two years after this storm. I still remember the fear exhibited by the residents every time a strange cloud would form.

Nowadays, the entrance to Pinky's Cave is heavily spray-painted. Lewd words and drawings sprawl across the walls belying the early-time innocence. In the days of drugs and gangs, neighbors worry about what goes on in the under-the-street cave.

Still, many Wichitans remember the days of ghost tales and harmless fun and wonder if the ghost of Pinky's Cave is real.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Ghostly Excerpt from My Upcoming YA

It's Weird Wednesday, and I have no new ghost legends to tall today. I've chosen to give you a ghostly excerpt from my upcoming YA. Watch for details later this year.

     “Shelley, go to that small closet on the other side of the wall and bring down the huge screens. The city will be running pictures of Lincoln and Washington.”

     She opened the side door, flipped on a light, and stepped into a closet. Wind swirled her giving an instant chill. Wisps of her hair tickled her cheeks. The sleeves on her paisley shirt molded to her arms. Wind moved rubber edging back and forth. She searched for the switch to the picture screens and turned it. The wind roared in her ear. She took one step back and searched for an air duct. This was crazy. There was no outside wall, no fan or air conditioning vent. She left the closet, and the wind stopped.

     Now, her heart was pounding like she’d jumped to the ground after a fast gallop on Trophy. She swallowed attempting to rein in her runaway pulse. Overhead florescent bulbs gave off light enough to highlight anything out of place except for dark corners. No wind blew in the storage room now.

    Curiosity got people in trouble, but never let it be said Shelley played it safe. She rode her horse like there was no tomorrow and won play-days when others feared her speed. She inched the door open and moved ahead with her right foot, bringing her left one beside it. Wind plastered her shirt to her chest.

     “Shelley, turn it off. We don’t want that. Turn it off.”

     Dad’s voice was calling from the party room. Turn what off? She took a deep breath and eased away from the closet. Too afraid to stop watching, she backed out to where Dad and Victoria waited. “Turn what off?”

     Dad stood just over her right shoulder. “We don’t want that video going on. I don’t even know where it came from, but turn it off.”

     Shivers raced up and down her spine and exploded at the base of her neck. She did a half swivel to face him. “I didn’t turn on any video. I just hit the switch to bring down the screens.”

     “It had to have come from you. Why didn’t you answer? I kept calling.” Dad’s face reddened. His jaw looked tight.

     What was he talking about? She marched into the party room to the other side of the screens and looked for herself.

     Victoria slid to her side and pointed. “Those words keep flashing, one at the top, then one at the bottom, then the middle overlaying the others. What does it mean?”

     “Save me. Help. Lost. Grain. Husband. God.” One word after another spread across the screen in some weird-had-to-be-haunted pattern reminiscent of the screen at the people’s entrance.

     “Where did you find that? Show me,” Dad demanded and stomped his foot. “Maybe you hit another button close to the switch for the screens.”

     “I’ll show you." Would there still be wind? Goosebumps on her arms broke out like measles. Tiny hairs on the back of her neck stood out like they’d been spray-netted. She formed an o with her mouth and blew out air. With Dad at her elbow, she reopened the closet. “All I did was mash that switch.” She touched it.

     He pushed past her. His brown hair waved in the breeze. He quickly stepped back hitting his elbows on the side. “What ̶”

     “I don’t know,” Shelley said. “It happened to me too.”

     The red on Dad’s face drained away like rain into a dry ground leaving paleness. “I’m pulling up the screens.” He entered and flipped the switch down again. Before she could count to two, the wind stopped, the screens in the next room cranked up to the ceiling, and Shelley caught hold of her dad’s arm with a death grip.

     His face was still colorless. “I don’t know what happened there, but we’re leaving those screens alone.”

     “Sounds good to me.”

Hope I've increased your interest. Watch for the release date of A Ghost for Shelley, due out later in 2015.

Post a comment, e-mail me, or shoot me a Facebook post or a tweet if you know of a ghost legend anywhere that you're willing to share.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Dark Side of Louisville and YA Author, Charles Suddeth

YA Author, Charles Suddeth, writes for 4RV Publishing. I also am a 4RV author, having published Victoria and the Ghost with them.

Since today is Weird Wednesday on "Writing with God's Hope" blog, Suddeth offered to tell about the dark side of his home town. For those who, like me, are making Suddeth's acquaintance for the first time, here's something about him.

Charles Suddeth was born in Jeffersonville, Indiana, grew up in suburban Detroit, Michigan, and has spent his adult life in Louisville, Kentucky. He graduated from Michigan State University. Over the years he has been a salesman, teacher, truck driver, and fulltime caregiver. He belongs to Green River Writers (Contest Director), the Midsouth SCBWI (Louisville Schmooze host), International Thriller Writers, and the Kentucky State Poetry Society. He also leads two critique groups for children’s writers.

He has had numerous poems and short stories published, including a poem in Spider magazine. Books: Halloween Kentucky Style, middle readers, Diversion Press, paperback, 2010. Neanderthal Protocol, adult thriller, Musa Publishing, e-book, 2012. 4RV Publishing will release three books: young adult thriller, Experiment 38, February 15, 2015; picture book, Spearfinger, 2015; picture book, Raven Mocker, 2016. Library Tales Publishing will release mystery, Eighth Mask, June 12, 2015.

Charles Suddeth gives us strange facts and tales that circulate about Louisville, KY. I found it fascinating. I trust this blog's viewers will also.

Take it away, Charles.

The Dark Side of Louisville

Read at your own risk!!! (those with health problems, fear problems, and so on skip this!)

Ghosts: Waverly Hills Sanatorium, reputed to be one of the most haunted places in the country: a TB hospital that closed in 1962. It has been featured in TV programs & movies. The most famous attraction is the Tunnel of Death: bodies were whisked away at night. Do you have the courage to tour? Not everyone does.

More Ghosts: Tom Sawyer State Park was built on the grounds of an 1870’s mental hospital, Lakeland Insane Asylum. Once housing 3,000, the building is gone, but 2 unmarked potter’s fields hold possibly hundreds of bodies. Nearby, a bricked-in cave was used as a morgue. Ghost tours in October.

Things Best Left Unspoken: At the height of the Slave Trade, Louisville contained as many as 44 slave traders & 4 large slave pens. The term, Down the river, originated in Louisville: slaves were sold, dragged to the wharfs, & steamboated downriver to cotton plantations in the Deep South. Thankfully, nothing remains but historic markers.

Murder: On Bloody Monday, August 6th 1855, members of the Whig Party & the Know-Nothing Party rioted against immigrants, mainly German & Irish Catholics. At least 22 were killed in downtown Louisville and nearby Phoenix Hill. Many of the churches where people sought refuge still stand.

More Murder: The Pope Lick Monster (the Pope family were early settlers) is a half-man, half goat rumored to dwell under the lofty railroad bridge spanning Pope Lick Creek. It hypnotizes its victims, luring them onto the narrow train trestle until they are run over by trains. Despite No Trespassing signs, several people have been killed. By the monster?

Boom! The Indiana Army Ammunition Plant, located directly across the river from Louisville, covered about 15 square miles. It made gunpowder and rocket propellant from World War 2 through Vietnam. Rumors floated through Louisville about people and Jeeps blowing up. Part of it is now Charlestown State Park, but tall fences circle the remainder. Signs announce, No Trespassing.  Even without signs, I wouldn’t set foot on those grounds.

Gone but Not Forgotten: The United States Bullion Depository, AKA the Fort Knox Gold, holds the government’s gold. No one has been allowed inside since the 1970’s, because they don’t give tours, even to members of Congress. Rumors persist that the gold vanished, but no one’s talking. Is the Federal Government broke?

Very interesting, Charles. So much history around Louisville. Sounds like a good city to visit. I can imagine a lot of ghost tales around an old insane asylum, for sure, and we must wonder about the gold in Fort Knox.

4RV Publishing will be releasing Suddeth's YA thriller Experiment 38 this Sunday, Feb. 15, so watch for it and be ready to purchase a copy through 4RV Publishing award-winning catalog store.

Experiment 38 (young adult thriller, 4RV Publishing, paperback) will be released February 15, 2015:
Eighteen-year-old Emily, small for her age, lives alone with her scientist-father and learns too late that he holds a terrible secret, one that might destroy her life.
As she and her boyfriend, Nate, try to unravel the mystery behind her father’s secret, they face danger and uncertainty.
ISBN: 78-1-940310-02-2

Here's how to find Charles Suddeth online:

Author website:

Facebook author page: Charles Suddeth, Author

Twitter: @CharlesSuddeth

Pinterest author page: Chuck Suddeth

Goodreads author page: Charles Suddeth

I loved meeting you, Charles. The book sounds as interesting as your post. I'll bet you have many of us in line to purchase the book this weekend. Good luck with it.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

A Ghost for Shelley

How would you react if you experienced ghostly happenings?

On Weird Wednesdays at Writing with God's Hope blog, we learn that a lot of people have stories to tell. In my upcoming young adult book, A Ghost for Shelley, Shelley refuses to believe in ghosts until so many scary things happen to her while working to clean the old McKinney, Texas courthouse, that she must face her fear.

Here's a excerpt from the book:

     Shelley scooted the washbasin on wheels from one room to the next. When she opened the dark room, she fumbled to find a light switch. The side wall was smooth and cold. She dropped her hand. She opened the door wider and felt against the wall on the other side. Something touched her. “Yow!” She flinched.

     “What’s wrong?” Dad called from the next room. “Are you okay?”

     When she yanked back her hand, a cobweb draped each finger. She wiped it on a rag hanging from her pocket. A cold sweat gave her a strange Saturday bath. Staring into the room’s blackness, she couldn’t see nor retreat. No sound escaped her closed throat

     Before she could relax, a squawk from the dark room sawed off her last nerve. She bolted and didn’t stop until she reached the elevator. She punched the button.

     Cranking from below, the elevator made its slow ascent.

     Dad came up beside her “Stop it, Shelley. Where do you think you’re going?”

     Bending at the waist, she panted and labored to calm her body and mind.

     Dad put his hand on her shoulder. “What happened?”

     “A … cob … web … squeak … scare …” Finally, her panting lessened. She gulped for oxygen. “When I tried to turn on the light in that room, I got cob webs on my hand. Then, I heard a squeak and got scared.”

     “You jump at everything. I never knew you to be a scaredy-cat.”

Are you a scaredy-cat?
A scoffer?
Or, a believer?

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Ghosts at Denton, Texas?

Who knew?

I searched for new ghost tales.

Who knew I'd learn about one less than two hours from my home. Denton, Texas (just north of Dallas) boasts its own ghost tour of the courthouse that has a gravesite on the property. Author, Shelly Cumbie Tucker conducts tours at 8 p.m. every Friday and Saturday nights throughout the year, weather permitting. Ones interested are asked to meet her at Jupiter House Coffee to the east of the haunted courthouse. She tells us there are so many ghosts stories in Denton that she tells a different tale each tour.

Tucker has released a book called Ghosts of Denton. It is available on Amazon at

Of course, you can buy a copy of the book when you take the scary but historical tour of downtown Denton in the dark.

Shelley Cumbie Tucker will be the featured speaker this year at the North Texas Book Festival in April. Now, that would be a good time for a ghost tour and look at books on the same day. A win-win.

I'm busy editing my latest YA in the ghost series, and researching other tales for a third book. I'm still looking for ghost stories. If you know one, leave me a comment, or e-mail me at

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Research on Guthrie, Oklahoma

It's Weird Wednesday again, and guess what? I find I need to take a trip north. Someone told me that Guthrie, Oklahoma had a ghost tour. My antenna went up.

Research takes a lot of an author's time. Even if we mostly avoid writing historical novels, like me, we can't avoid research. Even writing fiction requires research. What if someone reads your novel that knows all about that profession, or hobby, or setting? If it's inaccurate, that reader would close the book.

I wrote a YA ghost story, Victoria and the Ghost, that highlighted a real Texas ghost town, Clara. Soon, the sequel to that story, A Ghost for Shelley, will release. This book will tell about the ghost legend at the McKinney Performing Arts Center, which used to be the courthouse. It's in McKinney, Texas just north of Dallas. I began Weird Wednesday in anticipation of the new book.

So, I'm offering real ghost legends here on Wednesdays.

I researched Guthrie online and learned the following things:

1. Guthrie offers ghost tours throughout most of the year (weather permitting) every Friday and Saturday evenings.
2. Guthrie is 22 miles north of Oklahoma City just off I-35.
3. Guthrie came to be in one day.
     (Check - weird, yes, must investigate this)
4. Guests on the tour visit 6 -8 historic places.

Find Guthrie on Facebook at

Yep, I figure Guthrie, Oklahoma is about 3 hours from me, so when the weather warms up (please, Lord, soon) I intend to go on a research trip. Who knows? A new ghost story might be on my horizon.

How about you? Anyone ever been to Guthrie?
Have you ever taken a ghost tour anywhere?

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Ghost Legend?

Is there a ghost in Vernon, Texas?


Vernon is a city about fifty miles from my home in Wichita Falls. In the fall two years ago, our newspaper carried a story about the Vernon Ghost Tour and Folk Festival. That peeked my interest since my debut YA, Victoria and the Ghost had just released. The festival raised money for Vernon’s downtown reconstruction.


Now, it’s time to find a new ghost legend to build the last story in my YA ghost series around? And, I’m thinking Vernon would be super. Is there a ghost in Vernon?

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Real Ghost Legends for My YA Novels

It's Christmas Eve, and my family and I are so excited. Remembering Christ's birth is the highlight of every year.

What a year 2014 has been for me and my husband!
A beautiful table runner made by a sweet friend.
Financially, it's been one of those years you look forward to having over. But, otherwise, 2014 has been a year of learning to balance writing with family and church endeavors, a year of fun and travels with husband and friends, and another year to enjoy my family and my God.

Since today is Weird Wednesday, I wanted to remind you why I began this segment on my blog.

In 2012, 4RV Publishing released my debut novel, Victoria and the Ghost, featuring a real ghost legend out of a Texas ghost town, Clara. Click on the page to the bottom right that tells about that book.

Hopefully, 2015 will be the year of the release of my second inspirational paranormal YA. Weird Wednesday began in honor of the upcoming release.

A Ghost for Shelley reverses the plot of the first book, by sending country girl, Shelley Halverson, to live in the big city of Dallas.

A guilt-ridden country girl, forced to move to Dallas, confronts betrayal, arrest, and a loss of faith but meets a jet-set jock with a heart for God, and a ghost with a message just for her.

I hope you'll keep stopping by on Weird Wednesday as well as my Saturday posts on this Writing with God's Hope  blog. I'll let you know when Shelley  arrives on the scene.

Until then, Merry Christmas and a happy 2015 to all who stop by.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Ghost Stories from Gettysburg

On this Weird Wednesday, how about two more ghost tales from children's author, Deb Hockenberry?
  Deb's stories of her mother's old homestead have thrilled and worried us for weeks. Today's tales will be no different. Take it away, Deb.
My mother used to live close to Gettysburg, PA. I talked to her every day on the phone, and she’d tell me about her previous night’s experiences. A few times, I experienced sightings myself.
Dress with mutton sleeves
One night, Mom saw two children looking and playing with the things on her bedroom dresser. A black arm (that’s all there was) came into the room and made the kids leave.
The arm, according to Mom, looked like an old fashioned dress sleeve...the mutton sleeves that women used to wear. The girl was dressed in a calico dress and the boy was in short pants.
The first time Mom saw the boy and girl she was woken by a noise and went out into the hall to investigate. She pinched herself to make sure she was awake. Mom saw the kids accompanied by a woman in a long dress. They were looking at all the family pictures hanging in the hallway. When the woman spotted Mom, all three simply vanished into thin air.
Oh, my, thank you, Deb, for reminding us today that weird things do happen--things we can't always explain.
 Find Deb Hockenberry at
Where Can We Have The Party? - Coming soon from 4RV Publishing 
Also coming soon from 4RV Publishing, my YA sequel, A Ghost for Shelley.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Another Ghost Tale from Fort Sill, Oklahoma and a Book Giveaway

It's Weird Wednesday  on Writing with God's Hope blog. A few weeks ago, I told you a legend from Fort Sill, Oklahoma near my home. Today, I offer another tale. To remind you this one also comes from the book, The Ghost of Fort Sill, by Robert R. Hiatt. It was published in 1989 with over thirty ghost sightings from the old fort.


Today, my story is called “The Phantom Child of Quarters 424 East.” Sightings about this ghost were reported in the 1950s, 1960, and up to the 1980s.


On one occasion, the lady of the house hosted a card party attended by wives of other officers. During this middle-of the-afternoon party, she heard a baby crying. She assumed one of the ladies had brought her child who had now awakened.


“Whose child is that?” she asked.


No one had brought a child. All the ladies heard the sound. The crying continued and disturbed their fun. Finally, they went as a group upstairs and determined the sound was coming from the middle bedroom. The lady of the house opened the door. The room was empty. The crying stopped.


Near this period of time, a workman was inside this same house doing maintenance. A child crying unsettled him while he worked. He searched the empty house but found nothing.


Who knows? The story goes that a child was lost going to the out house and froze to death. The base tore down the out house in December, 1929. From then on, stories of hearing the crying have cropped up every few years.
Just another Weird Wednesday ghost story? Maybe, maybe not.
Next Wednesday, I'll tell you another from this book, so drop back by when it's Weird Wednesday, again.
I tried last week to host a Rafflecopter book giveaway, but because of my lack of tech-savvy, I never got it working correctly. The only way you could enter was to tweet about it, and many didn't use Twitter. I wish to thank Amy Cattapan for pressing through and tweeting to be the only one who entered for a chance to win a free copy of Victoria and the Ghost. Thanks to her perseverance, she wins a free book.
However, today, I wish to extend another chance to others to win a free copy of Victoria and the Ghost in time to give it for a Christmas gift.
All you must do to enter is leave a comment below, giving your e-mail address, so I can notify you if you win. I will draw a name after midnight on December 2 and announce the winner on Weird Wednesday next week.
So comment now and check out Weird Wednesday again on Dec. 3.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Three Ghost Tales from Kathy Cretsinger

Publisher/author Kathy Cretsinger offer us a bonus today. She has three experiences with ghosts, though she claims unbelief. What do y'all think?


Don’t be angry with me if I tell you I’m not a believer, but ghosts always make a good story. Until five years ago, I lived in the second oldest town in Tennessee. A small town by the name of Rogersville, and it is reported to have lots of ghosts. I’ve never witnessed any, but I’ve hears stories.

 A friend of mine told me one day she got up and found flour on her cabinets and floor of her kitchen. She said, “I guess Mrs. McFadden was at it again.” Like I said, I never saw what she talked about, but I had an eerie feeling when I drove by that house.

Then there is the story about one of the oldest houses in town. The owner, Mr. Netherland, had a beautiful daughter who was to be married in a few days. The daughter’s future husband took her riding to one of the farms a few miles outside of town. Her horse threw her and her neck was broken. Her parents buried her in her wedding dress. The now owner of the house, Captain Netherland-Brown said when the moon was bright you could see her dancing around the trees in her wedding dress. Again, I never witnessed Miss Netherland, but I have an eerie feeling when I drive by the house at night, especially if it’s a moonlit night.

The one thing that would make me believe, if I wanted to believe in ghosts, is the ghost of St. Simons Lighthouse in St. Simons, GA. His name is Freddy.

Freddy was an assistant to the lighthouse keeper and lived in the keeper’s cottage. He wasn’t married, but he fell in love with the keeper’s wife. The lighthouse keeper found out about their love affair, and Freddy went to check on the lights one night and that was it. No more Freddy, but he is supposed to roam the lighthouse.

My daughter and I love to climb lighthouses and we’ve been up St. Simons Lighthouse several times. Once we had a strange experience. Each time we stepped on a step, we heard a clang. I stopped and looked down the steps to see if there were other guests on the stairs, there wasn’t. I looked up and saw no one. When we stopped, the clangs stopped.

You know how things blurt out of your mouth? I said, “If I believed in ghosts, I’d think there was a ghost in here.” At that time we didn’t know about Freddy.

When we reached the landing that either goes out to the walkway around the lighthouse, or to the light, there was a man lying on the steps to the light repairing the tread on a step. He had a rubber mallet and was pounding on the step. He had on work boots, like the kind you don’t see much anymore, navy pants and a white shirt. It was like the clothes I’d seen in the pictures of the keepers. Strange.

After a short look from the walkway and a wave to our family below, we went back inside. The man was gone. There was no one in the room where the lights were and no one on the stairs going down. No one had had time to get down those stairs that fast unless they slid down the stair railing.

A ghost? I doubt it, but it makes a good story.

The last time I climbed the lighthouse was with my four grandchildren and my son. The lady who sold us our tickets said, “You may see Freddy.” I raised my hand and said, “I’ve already seen him.” Five heads turned quickly and five sets of eyes stared at me. They still think Grandma rocks.
Kathy Cretsinger writes under the name of Katt Anderson. Kathy and her husband, Jerry, live in Western Kentucky close to both of their children and their grandchildren. She’s a member of American Christian Fiction Writers and KenTen Writers Group.
Two years ago, Kathy and her husband started their own publishing company, Mantle Rock Publishing. They are passionate about helping Christian writers publish their books. Kathy has published two under Katt Anderson, Callie’s Mountain and Susannah’s Hope. Emily’s Faith will be out this summer. They tell the story of the Melungeon people, a proud race located in the mountains of Eastern Tennessee and part of her heritage. By the end of this year, they will have published seven books and have contracted eleven for next year.
Kathy blogs twice weekly at Please visit her and leave a comment.

Thanks, Kathy. I'll confess my disbelief in ghosts to a certain extent. However, when questioned about putting a ghost in my inspirational YA, Victoria and the Ghost, here was my answer.

**** "If God can't use the supernatural to help a teenager struggling with life, who can?"

That's still my belief as 4RV Publishing prepares to soon release my YA sequel, A Ghost for Shelley.

So what do y'all think about ghosts?