Friday, October 28, 2011


I want to write but I shouldn't until I get my review. I'M GETTING IMPATIENT.
Which brings me to a point to ponder. In the ghost business you need patience. I went to my first ghost hunt recently at an old and purportedly haunted bed and breakfast, and the most that could be said for it is that I was bored. Much patience is needed if you're going to hunt for a ghost. I had to reach down deep to find mine. Also, some people's over the top excitement for the tiniest things was I had to control myself to keep my eyes from their face anyway. ;)

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Another Win!

My outline for South of Light's End won a contest for a review from Harper Collins. Yay!
Here's the pitch for the book.

If reality is based upon perspective, Willa, Tate
and Elliot’s reality is something to perceive.
A farmer’s daughter moves to the Florida coast, Cape San Blas,
after her father suffers from a stroke. Willa’s unfortunate circumstance
leaves her with little to say, even to her good-intentioned foster parents.
If they or the pompous Tate in her Honors English class aren’t
bothering her, the ghost haunting her new bed and breakfast home
is. When she develops feelings for the lonely specter, life gets

Elliot used to be a normal boy. That was until his premature
death. Everyone he cares for believes he drowned. Only he knows
the truth, but when you’re a ghost finding someone to listen to
the truth is near impossible. That is until he meets Willa. All
he wants is for her to help him catch his murderer. Is that too
much to ask of the living?

Tatum Julius Von Loux III didn’t suspect life in America to
be a dream. He merely wishes his parents would stop arguing.
Maybe then he’d have a shot at understanding love. Little does
he know that helping Willa hunt for Elliot's murderer would
lead him to that understanding. Now, if she would only look at
him like she looks at that dead boy.

Full of mystery and the kind of love that death can’t stop,
South of Light’s End tells the tale of three teenagers whose
paths cross in unexpected and haunting ways.