Exciting News: Ravens Cove is an Audiobook!

Great news for audio books lovers! Ravens Cove is available on Audible, Amazon, and many other fine sites. To get your copy on Amazon: https://amzn.to/2KUXBqT. To get your copy on Audible: https://adbl.co/2Lg1rKe

 

 

 

Ghost stories and Other Oddities:

Villisca Axe Murder House, Villisca, IA

On June 10, 1912, Josiah and Sarah Moore, their four children and two visiting guests were bludgeoned to death inside this quiet Iowa home. The crime remains unsolved and much of the home is still intact from that fateful night, with no running water or electricity, which provides that special ‘ambiance’ for the many who have shelled out $400-plus to stay a night. But visit the Villisca Axe Murder House at own risk: In 2014, a paranormal investigator who booked a room wound up stabbing himself by morning. (Source: Timeout https://www.timeout.com/usa) (Photo courtesy of Des Moines Register)

 

 

 

Molly Brown House, Denver, CO

 

The "Unsinkable Molly Brown" was one of the only people to survive the Titanic, but she wasn't entirely unstoppable: She died in New York in 1932. It's said Brown (along with her husband and mother) still haunts the prized Victorian home, acquired in 1893, where she spent much of her adult life and which is now a museum with artifacts from her life. Visitors say they have seen apparitions in the dining room, rearranged furniture and similar strange occurrences in the former room of Brown's child, Catherine, who died at a young age. (Source: Timeout https://www.timeout.com/usa) (Photo Credit: mollybrown.org)

 

Webinar: Getting to Know Mary Ann Poll

Are you interested in finding out about one author’s journey to being published? If so, this webinar is for you. It’s free and doesn’t ask you to buy anything or become a client of my publisher. Go to this link and sign up anytime. http://bit.ly/2zqmy4m

 

 

 

Author in the Spotlight:

T. Martin O’Neil Author Of Into the Fire Although not paranormal, I recently found a great read about the human compassion side of our Navy's Special Warfare Teams – SEALS. Mr. O’Neil is a former member of one of those teams. The events he writes about are real and recount counter drug operations, rescue of human smuggling victims and even counter piracy. He tells of operations which occurred more often than the blood and guts side of things on which Hollywood thrives. I highly recommend this book.

 

 

 

USA Paranormal Tours and Events: August, 2018

Ghost Tours of Anchorage: May 15 – September 4, 2018, Tuesday through Sunday. Tours depart at 7:30PM from in front of Snow City Café at the corner of 4th Avenue and L Street. No advanced booking is required. Charge: $15/person Phone: (907) 27G-HOST Central PA-ranormal Convention August 3-5, 2018: at the Pajama Factory – Williamsport, PA ScareLA August 25-26, 2018: – Los Angeles, CA

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As Dennis Bardens writes in Ghosts and Hauntings, “The harbingers of death, or death visitants, are those spectres whose coming presages doom or disaster, either immediate or imminent. There is a strong supposition that on occasion, telepathy—contact between two minds separated by distance, but habitually in sympathy—plays a part.”

Here is a statement made to Mr. Bardens by a Mrs. Maureen Hayter of Baltimore, Maryland:

‘In November, 1942, I was living in Minnesota with my three children while my husband, Lieutenant Commander Hubert Montgomery Hayter, U.S.N., was far away in the Pacific. (He was forty-one on October 17th, and was First Lieutenant and Damage Control Officer in the heavy cruiser U.S.S. New Orleans.) One night I was awakened by a terrific jar, so violent that I got up and went downstairs to investigate. I found nothing amiss, and again retired. Suddenly my husband was beside me, and we were bathed in a heavy mist. But his arms were protectively about me. We had been months apart, and now I had such a sense of that protection and of being reunited. I looked up into his face. There was a look of ineffable longing and of sadness. I touched his cheek and it was so cold. Next morning I decided that it had been a comforting dream, for I had not heard from him for some days. I was strengthened and buoyed up by it. Days passed, then I recalled his expression and the cold I’d felt with foreboding. Thus, when I received the fateful telegram announcing that he had been killed in action, I felt that I had been forewarned and given the needed courage to meet the disaster. Checking back, it had all occurred on November 30th, when the Battle of Tassafaronga took place, and when he perished courageously after saving all his men. I am not a dreamer, and I firmly believe that his heroic spirit and presence was transmitted across those many miles to reassure and sustain me. It was truly a final farewell.’

Source: Dennis Bardens’ Ghosts and Hauntings

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I love cats. I love dogs. In fact, I am a proponent of all creatures great and small. So when I came upon this sweet, ghostly account, I wanted to share: I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

(Source: Psychic Animals by Dennis Bardens)

In the 1920s, contributors to the Daily News of London had some remarkable stories to tell of ghostly cats:

We once owned a small black cat that was as devoted to us as any dog could be. Unfortunately, it contracted some disease, and had to be painlessly destroyed by the chemist. But the little wraith came back to the home she had so much loved. I saw her where she liked to be best, playing by the bannisters on the landing, near our bedroom, where she used to come and have breakfast with us every morning. A visitor to the house saw her frolicking with a doormat in a way she loved to do; and a maid met her on the stairs.

I never have known a more intelligent little cat, nor one that loved her home and owners more, so it is with great interest to find that after death she came back in that way.

Until Next Time,

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There is one thing to be said for coincidences. There aren’t any. And, before you think I’m crazy or just ‘narrow minded’ consider the following story of how I became a published author.

A day came when I was confronted with an indisputable fact: My eternal soul lives in nothing more than crockery.  That day came in May 1998.

I awoke for another day of work. Hands reaching toward the ceiling in that wonderful morning stretch were stopped instantly by sharp, tear-producing pain.  As the initial pain subsided, I downed a pain reliever and was at my desk by 9 am.   The pain returned with a vengeance by noon.  At 1 pm I found myself in the emergency room.  A disc had herniated in my neck and I faced surgery with a long recovery.

This small writing is from a piece I wrote several years ago when I was asked to describe how I became an author. As they say, “The Lord works in mysterious ways.” Indeed, He does. Because if a disc in my neck had not herniated, if I had not read 100 books in ninety days because I could do nothing else while I healed, and if I had not listened to a good friend who suggested I write a novel, I would not be writing this article today.

My first book in what is now the Iconoclast series took many more years before it saw the black and white of printing. That journey was full of trips down other paths – going back to work time and again to make the almighty dollar and avoid the emotions and mental weariness that writing took. I took courses, joined online chat groups and talked about writing until I was blue in the face. In the end, I accepted the idea of writing was not going to go away. That was the day I sat down to write a book. It took twelve years to summon the courage and face the passion that would not leave, no matter what I did.

In all of the trips down other pathways, one helped me. I found out about National Novel Writing Month from a contact I made on a Christian writers forum. This is a yearly event where over 300,000 writers come together and grind out a novel in 30 days. I had tried everything else, so what was there to lose? So, I committed to the project. Low and behold, Ravens Cove was born.

Once written, then I was faced with the frightening and somewhat overwhelming question every writer has: “What now?” My answer for several months was, “nothing!” This was when I first discovered that writing a book is akin to giving birth. I wasn’t putting my ‘baby’ out into the world for criticism and rejection.

So, I let the book sit in the dark for several months. It stayed in the rawest of formats and I think I was actually in denial that I had written an entire novel. I didn’t have (or make) the time to edit it because I had no clue where to go and who to trust with my ‘baby.’

My husband read the prologue and told me it was great. Of course he did. He wanted dinner and to sleep in his own bed – what else would he have said? I knew he meant it. I also knew he loved me so I dismissed his compliment.

It just so happened that my father-in-law came to visit the summer after I wrote Ravens Cove. He asked if I might allow him to read it. His reading it was not such a frightening thought and, to be honest, I really wanted his opinion. And, I trusted his view because he has a PhD in education and had published works of his own. He also happened to be the most avid reader I had ever met. 

I gave him the book. He and my husband left that weekend for our RV in Anchor Point. He read it there. He came back and told me he really liked it. He said he had read authors he thought should have never been published. And, he thought mine should be.

My husband, with the I-told-you-so-look, agreed. Then, he took it a step further and emailed links to several publishers and publishing houses with information on what it took to get the book to press. And, here’s where providence is again disguised as coincidence. One of those names was Publication Consultants.

I debated sending out query letters to the ‘big houses.’ I heard stories of books that were tied up for months, even a year or more, by those ‘big houses’ that had initially accepted the author’s work and then left them hanging forever. I debated the self-publishing houses and again read and heard of the horror stories of authors that were taken financially to the point it wasn’t worthwhile to pursue marketing their books. With all this I decided I wanted to be able to look a publisher in the eye. So, I met with Evan Swensen of Publication Consultants.

Before I did, I reviewed the website and the different contracts available to an author. They all seemed above board and fair. I reviewed what authors had said about them and it sounded good. So, I called.

Evan reviewed the first few pages of what was to be Ravens Cove. There were some problems but he told me the story was good and he would publish it-after I took it to an editor to fix the ‘boulders’-his word for problems. The rest is history. Since 2010, I have been privileged to call Publication Consultants my publishing house.

Publication Consultants was and still is invaluable to this me. They have taught, and are still teaching me, the ins and outs of the road to becoming a successful author. There have been numerous mountains to climb and valleys to traverse. They have stuck with me throughout the process and have opened doors that self-publishing could  not. Without Evan Swensen and his staff, I would not have reached the goal of becoming a published author.

As I stated when I began this article, there are no coincidences. Each occurrence that seemed so small in and of theirselves led me to Publication Consultants and the adventure of being a published author. To date, the journey continues. The entire Iconoclast Thriller series is complete. And, when ready and God willing, the next book will be published with the assistance of Publication Consultants.   

 

 

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I’ve lost count of how many people ask me when I started writing or how I knew I was supposed to write. Those two questions always make me uncomfortable. You see, I didn’t start my early life aspiring to be an author as so many have done. I think I was more surprised than anyone when I wrote my first book.

Since my early years weren’t consumed by  a need to write the next great novel, I thought I wasn’t a writer. That, I’ve found, is not true. In looking back over my life, I realized I always had a passion for storytelling. I wrote songs, poetry, and essays. I made up stories and told them as if they were real. And, people believed the stories until I told them they weren’t true. (Yes, I was somewhat of a practical joker, too.)

So, to answer the question posed in the subject line, my thoughts are:

  • If you feel a need to tell stories or to write poetry about events in your life, you’re a writer.
  • If you feel lighter when you journal about your day, you’re a writer.
  • If you daydream about a more beautiful world or a worse one and want to share those thoughts with others – you may be a writer.
  • The most telling answer is this: Non-writers don’t ask themselves, “How Do I Know I’m a Writer?”

Yes, you are a writer!

Until Next Time,

 

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