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Welcome to the June 2026 issue of my newsletter, “News from the Crypt,” and please visit Carter’s Crypt, devoted to my horror, fantasy, and paranormal romance work, especially focusing on vampires and shapeshifting beasties. If you have a particular fondness for vampires, check out the chronology of my series in the link labeled “Vanishing Breed Vampire Universe.”
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Author Celaine Charles (interviewed in last month’s newsletter) recently interviewed me on her blog:
She included a teaser from my dark paranormal romance SEALING THE DARK PORTAL. You’ll find the synopsis of the novel and an excerpt from the first chapter here:
In the excerpt below, heroine Rina’s shapeshifter-cat guardian, who up to now she thinks is an ordinary stray cat, protects her from an arcane attacker.
This month features an interview with mystery and romance author Wendy Kendall.
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Interview with Wendy Kendall:
What inspired you to become a writer?
At 8 years old I first knew I wanted to be a writer. I loved stories I could read, and some of my favorite times included the many times my dad read to me. As I grew up my love of reading continued, and my storytelling creativity increased. Adulthood brought on other dreams and challenges, yet I always retained the passion for writing. One day at a bookstore I bought yet another of Laura Childs’ mystery books. This one became different for me. As I picked it up and looked with longing at the fun cover, I was not only ready to read it. I suddenly thought, I can write a mystery. That’s when I started working on Kat Out of the Bag – my first book published in my In Purse-Suit Mysteries.
What genres do you work in?
I’m a Mystery writer, currently 4 published, and also a Romance writer, currently 2 published. My book 7 that I’m currently writing is another Mystery.
Do you outline, “wing it,” or something in between?
I’m a hybrid. Intense plotting and outlining before I start writing is very important to me. Especially with mysteries, it’s important to know details and of course suspects’ motives, means, and opportunities. Then I start writing the story, and often as I’m writing I find that things in the story change. Often the characters’ thoughts and personalities suggest different ways, so then the hybrid surfaces and I wing it. That’s when I take the story where it wants to go.
What have been the major influences on your work (favorite authors or whatever)?
My beginning inspiration and favorite author Laura Childs is one major influence. I was thrilled to meet her when she agreed to be a guest on one of my podcasts. I never thought I could be happier until Laura Childs endorsed my first published book – Kat Out of the Bag. She wrote for the cover page —
“Captivating characters, and a tight, tricky plot, Kat Out of the Bag is a curl up under a blanket, grab a cup of tea cozy mystery that you’ll be reading and enjoying, into the wee hours of the morning.”
I also owe so much of my writing skills to an amazing woman, author, and teacher at Pacific Northwest Writers Association – Pam Binder. She’s taught me so much about writing and about enjoying all the fun of every mile of the writing journey.
What kinds of research do you do for your mysteries?
I’m so glad you asked! I had the great pleasure of the adventure with a local Seattle area K-9 patrol ride-along. What an exciting evening and overnight. I learned so much and actually participated in some aspects of the officers’ shift. At the time I’d plotted my mystery with Jason Holmes as the police officer. I’d never thought of having a K-9 as his partner, until my ride-along. That’s when my hybrid writing style took over and suddenly Jason’s partner became Hobbs, an incredible four-legged character.
My amateur sleuth, Katherine Watson is a purse designer. I love a fashionable mystery and Katherine’s eye for details is so helpful catching clues. As I researched purse designing, a hobby I enthusiastically enjoy, I discovered there are 2 Purse Museums in the world, and one is in Little Rock, Arkansas. I bought plane tickets right away, so excited to visit, research, and learn all about it. Esse Purse Museum is an incredible museum, showing the history of women through the decades through the purses they carried. The collection at the museum is extensive and amazing. Since then, I’ve donated some purses from my own collection. I interviewed the enthusiastic staff and also the talented and creative owner. Once again, my hybrid writing style took over and suddenly Katherine managed, along with her designer business, a similar purse museum showing women’s history.
Esse Purse Museum also endorsed my book on the cover page —
“Inside every handbag are artifacts – pieces of personality, glimpses of the past and often the deepest secrets. Vintage purses have a story to tell and for Wendy Kendall’s mystery, these stories unveil more than just purse-sonal history; they’re the clues to catch a killer.”
Those are just a couple of examples of the extensive research I do for each of my books.
Please tell us about your workshops and the available resources.
I enjoy sharing my experience with other writers, giving workshops and presentations spanning multiple years at conferences including Pacific Northwest Writers Association, Bouchercon, Killer Nashville, Greater Los Angeles Writers Society, Write in the Harbor, Write on the Sound, Chanticleer, AWP.
I also teach classes at a central organization dedicated for writers, Hugo House in Seattle.
I’m also a blogger, syndicated columnist, and podcaster.
Please visit my website at wendywritesbooks.com to learn more about me.
What is your latest or next-forthcoming book?
My most recent published mystery is Don’t Shoot the Messenger Bag just published this year. It’s the perfect accessory to murder. It’s been an exciting release. Where fashion sense meets criminal intent.
Katherine Watson’s romantic New Year’s Eve with Officer Jason Holmes ends with a police alert. Katherine’s son finds his College Professor dead. Put under police surveillance, Katherine must clear her son’s name. Then a woman’s body is discovered. Who’s next?
Department orders sideline Jason and his K-9 partner Hobbs. Tailed by her cat Purrada, Katherine hunts clues. Moonjava, Katherine’s hippie Mother, offers meditations, advice, humor, good vibes, and protest marches as needed.
An attempt is made on Katherine’s life. Can she solve this mystery? Will she be alive for the Valentine’s Gala at her Purse Museum, with the opening of the 1960’s exhibit she created with Moonjava? Or has she reached the end of the line?
What are you working on now?
I’m fully immersed in writing the exciting next mystery sequel to publish next year. It’s another killer! Keep an eye on my website for fun updates, as well as following me on social media.
Website – WendyWritesBooks.com
Facebook – WendyKendallMysteries
X – @wendywrites1
Instagram – wendyekendall
What advice would you give to aspiring authors?
Attend your first Writers’ Conference. Mine was for the Pacific Northwest Writers’ Association. This event opened my eyes to the fantastic world of writing and gave me the hope that I could do it too.
I learned so much and met people with great advice and enthusiasm that rubbed off. I found a way to move forward. I even got to pitch story ideas to agents and editors. It was a very motivating time and has led me to where I am now with my writing. I sincerely believe that I could not have created all I have without the decision to attend that very first Writing Conference. I have found members of the writing community incredibly generous in giving back to new and aspiring writers, and it all started there for me.
What is the URL of your website? What about other internet presence?
Author Website
Facebook
Twitter – @wendywrites1
Instagram – wendyekendall
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Some Books I’ve Read Lately:
STAY FOR A SPELL, by Amy Coombe. A cozy fantasy under the “high fantasy” umbrella, set in a secondary world inhabited by multiple humanoid species. The plot is based on a fairy-tale template, but with a twist. Seven princes in turn kiss a princess under a curse, trying to break it. Princess Tandy, however, sees the curse as a nice vacation from her tedious royal duties. Moreover, marrying whatever prince whose kiss neutralizes the spell is the last thing she’d want. Tandy’s parents and their heir, her older sister, run the country. Tandy performs ceremonial functions throughout the realm and dances with dignitaries at interminable balls. Not that she hates every aspect of the princess role, but in general she prefers reading, for which she never has enough time. On the way to a routine ribbon-cutting ceremony in a small town, she pauses to dash into Beulah Bonecrusher’s Emporium of Books. On a brief return visit the next day, the old lady who owns it hands the princess a key, which she unthinkingly takes, even though everybody in that society recognizes the magical risks of accepting mysterious objects from strange people. Immediately after hearing the wish, “May this key unlock your heart’s desire,” Tandy loses consciousness. When she wakes up, the old woman has peacefully died, and Tandy can’t leave the bookstore. At first, she doesn’t really mind her predicament. The building includes a small living space plus a walled garden, which counts as part of the store. Her highly efficient secretary runs errands such as carrying messages to the king and queen. Townspeople provide Tandy with provisions to supplement the turnips currently supplied by the garden. She plunges eagerly into the monumental chore of straightening out the bookstore’s inventory. She hires an emo teenage dracone girl as an assistant. Tiny, pixie-like, blue-light creatures flutter around the place and help with book searches. In this magic-abundant world, almost everybody can work minor spells, an ability that makes Tandy’s new job a bit easier. Annoyingly, an enigmatic, charismatic pirate drops by entirely too often – a pirate under a curse that entails a disabling phobia of bodies of water, the larger the more disturbing. He pilfers small items (leaving random things in exchange), tries to flirt with Tandy, and borrows books that might hold the secret to escaping his plight. The princes who show up one by one to try their luck with kisses, also annoying but less provocative than the pirate, turn out to be not so bad, even those Tandy originally considered insufferable. To observe the outcome of the curse, they temporarily move into the local inn, which changes its name with each successive royal resident. There’s lots of humor, yet at its core lies a serious problem for Tandy. To break the spell, she must discover her heart’s desire, but she has no clue what it is. She definitely doesn’t want to marry either of the eligible princes or even spend the rest of her life managing a bookshop. Naturally, the story ends as we’d expect. Tandy makes friends and reenergizes the shabby, disorganized store; both curses get broken; the princess and the pirate acknowledge their feelings for each other; Tandy gains self-knowledge, stands up to her parents’ scripted plans for her, and returns to the wider world as a stronger, more mature person. The fun consists of discovering how the author achieves this consummation. STAY FOR A SPELL is her first novel, and it displays at least one annoying tic an editor should have addressed: Almost every character “snorts” entirely too often, regardless of whether that behavior does or doesn’t suit the person and the situation. Otherwise, I found the book delightful in every way.
MILLS OF THE GODS, by Tim Powers. A “secret history” fantasy set in Paris in 1925. American magazine illustrator Harry Nolan meets an eccentric young woman named Vivi, who wants to read an article he illustrated about a goddess and a bull deity. His initial reaction is to suggest she wait for the issue to come out. But that’s not possible, because the magazine’s office has been destroyed. After an encounter with peculiar street urchins brandishing guns, Vivi tells Harry about a cult of people called “sauteurs” (“leapers”). They extend their lives through reincarnation, constantly reborn as certain selected children. Vivi, having spent her childhood in an orphanage of such children, escaped and has been fighting off her destined reincarnating entity ever since. How much of her is truly Vivi and how much merely a body inhabited by the man she was in a previous life? His personality sometimes overshadows hers, breaking forth at the most dangerous moments. We eventually learn, however, that no literal reincarnation occurs. Instead, the alleged previous-life people, rather than being reborn in infants such as Vivi, seize their bodies in an act of demon-like possession. At first, naturally, Harry thinks she’s delusional. Inexplicable events convince him of the reality of the supernatural, and they become allies against the sauteurs and their god, Moloch. Devotees of the goddess Cybele oppose Moloch but pursue Vivi for their own agenda. Along the way, Harry and Vivi meet Hemingway, Picasso, Gertrude Stein, and Alice Toklas, among other luminaries of postwar Paris. And magical cats come to their aid at critical junctures. This novel reminds me of Powers’s THE STRESS OF HER REGARD (in which the major Romantic poets’ lives are manipulated by silicon-based vampiric life forms) in its secret history aspects, the fantastic lurking behind and shaping the mundane history we know. Similarly, THE MILLS OF THE GODS, like the earlier (longer and more complex) novel, rises to mythic heights, especially when the human characters get swept up in the climactic confrontation between the two deities. The plot gracefully balances fascinating and terrifying revelations, life-threatening, fast-moving action, and development of a bond between Harry and Vivi. Incidentally, one minor element of the book’s style puzzles and slightly irritates me: Although Harry is the viewpoint character, the narrative voice calls him “Nolan,” as if he thinks of himself by his surname. Otherwise, THE MILLS OF THE GODS impresses me as a totally satisfying adventure of two believably human people caught up in a more-than-human conflict incited by forces beyond ordinary comprehension.
AFTER THE SPIRITS COME, by Beth Ford. A sequel to A CHRISTMAS CAROL, beginning at the home of Fred and his wife on New Year’s Eve following Uncle Ebenezer’s fateful Christmas Eve. Apprehensive of a cynical conclusion in which Scrooge backslides into his old self, ending up exactly where he started in Dickens’s classic, I confess I peeked at the ending for reassurance. So I can tell you not to worry too much, despite the dire things that happen along the way. Realistically, Scrooge’s alleged reformation doesn’t convince people right away. Nephew Fred remains optimistic throughout. Bob Cratchit is hopeful but cautiously so, with his trust growing after Scrooge makes him a partner in the business. Mrs. Cratchit and daughter Martha view the old miser’s changed behavior with suspicion until almost the end. As Scrooge grapples with the details of implementing his new way of life, he faces two major perils. A meddling doctor who becomes convinced he’s not only crazy (a common first reaction from most people, more often than not), but dangerously so, schemes to have Scrooge committed to an asylum. Meanwhile, two of his former victims conspire to avenge their wrongs by ruining him. Scrooge muddles through the early months of his transformation, making costly mistakes in too-naïve generosity, and learns to balance philanthropy with good business sense. In the course of these endeavors, he becomes acquainted with a strongminded, openhearted woman who runs a charitable institution. He also discovers how to enjoy life, even visiting the seaside at Fred’s invitation. There he accidentally encounters his former fiancée, Belle, and attains a bit of closure. Over the months following the magical Christmas, he navigates his new way of life, makes amends to many he has harmed, and wins friends, but always with realistic difficulties and bumps along the road. Thanks to his genuine reclamation, he doesn’t end up hopelessly abandoned when ensnared by his enemies’ plots. A few lapses from the canon established by Dickens annoyed me: Scrooge states he hasn’t been inside a church since boyhood, but the original book explicitly says he went to church on Christmas morning after his supernatural experience. Although his home (which, in the original, isn’t a house as such but a suite of rooms above a warehouse) is portrayed as completely neglected, in Dickens’s story he certainly has a cleaning woman as well as a laundress, both of whom rob him after death in the vision of Christmas Yet to Come. More vital, Martha Cratchit isn’t a housemaid, as Ford portrays her; she works in a shop. (I’ve always imagined either a millinery or a dress shop.). Nevertheless, I recommend this novel to fans of A CHRISTMAS CAROL as one of the best sequels or spinoffs I’ve read.
THE LEGEND OF CHARLIE FISH, by Josh Rountree. An unusual SF novel set against the backdrop of the Galveston hurricane of 1900, the worst natural disaster in U.S. history. It reminds me a bit of Karen Joy Fowler’s SARAH CANARY, in that both are historical novels in which ordinary people more or less accidentally become companions and protectors to not-quite-human people of mysterious origin. Rountree’s story is narrated in alternate chapters by Floyd Betts, a Galveston resident returning from his estranged father’s funeral to his home in a boarding house belonging to a woman about his age, Abigail Elder, and by orphaned twelve-year-old Nellie, wandering homeless with her nine-year-old brother, Hank. A prologue and epilogue told by Nellie in 1932 (year of another memorable hurricane, not quite so catastrophic) frame the main action. Nellie bears the label of “witch” because of psychic powers inherited from her late mother. Her brother carries their father’s pistol like a sort of weaponized security blanket. Together with Floyd, they’ve rescued the humanoid amphibian they call Charlie Fish from two men who’d held him captive. While Charlie can’t speak English, fortunately Nellie’s telepathic gift enables her to communicate with him. For fans of vintage horror movies, he’ll inevitably bring to mind the creature from the Black Lagoon, except that Charlie originates from the ocean, where he longs to return and reunite with his people. Nevertheless, he’s far more “human” in essence than the pair of human antagonists, bent on recapturing the “freak” for their selfish purpose. When the storm crashes over Galveston, Floyd, Abigail, Nellie, Hank, and Charlie unite in intergenerational and cross-species bonds to struggle against both the flood and the malice of the villains. The author maintains genuine suspense as regards who will survive the storm engulfing the city, while we root for the characters he portrays in vividness and depth. The setting, too, is captivating. The author’s afterword elaborates on its historical background, assuring us that while the people are fictional, all details of the hurricane and its aftermath are real.
For my recommendations of “must read” classic and modern vampire fiction, explore the Realm of the Vampires:
Realm of the Vampires
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Excerpt from SEALING THE DARK PORTAL:
After lunch she drove across town for groceries. When she pulled into the supermarket parking lot, she happened to glance into the back seat. A pair of golden eyes met hers. She glared at the cat. “How the heck did you sneak in there?” He must have made a quick leap through the open door when her back was turned. “And why? I’ve never heard of a cat who liked car rides. Now what am I supposed to do with you?”
She didn’t want to waste time on a round trip home, yet she couldn’t very well throw him out here. If he lived in her neighborhood, he might not be able to retrace the route to where he belonged. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you are?” She sighed. Having read so much about the risks of leaving animals in cars, she hesitated to lock him in by himself. Even on a day as mild as this one, she’d heard the interior temperature could rise too quickly for a furry animal’s health. “Now I’ll have to put this off. What a pain.”
Instead of driving straight home, she detoured to a convenience store. “There are a few things I’ve got to buy. Try to stay out of trouble.” After parking in the shade and cracking a window, she rushed inside and grabbed some items for dinner and the next day’s breakfast. At the last second, she added two cans of cat food while silently flogging herself for being a pushover.
She zipped through checkout and returned to the car to find the cat curled up on the back seat with no sign of distress. When she got home, he jumped out as soon as she opened the door. He sat on the edge of the driveway watching her lift the bag out of the trunk. “Too bad you can’t help with this,” she said.
Just as she slammed the trunk shut, the ground shuddered. She braced herself on the car and let out a yelp. Her stomach quivered. For a second she imagined she was back in the nightmare.
No. She was still in her front yard on a sunny afternoon in Maryland. She stalked to the front stoop and sagged against the wall next to the door. The earth vibrated again. Halfway between the house and the street, a cloud of smoke appeared. The smell of acetone emanated from it.
Swallowing a lump of fear, she set down the grocery bag and fumbled in her purse for the key, which she jammed into the lock. The cloud, wispy and pale gray at first, thickened, compacted, and darkened. It swirled like a miniature tornado. The funnel shape sprouted pseudopods, four, then six, then seven or eight, absorbing and extruding them at random. A swelling at the top resembled a head only when tusks and crimson eyes materialized on it.
Why doesn’t anybody else notice this? She scrabbled at the doorknob. Her fingers kept slipping. The thing undulated toward her, limbs stretching and retracting, multiple eyes flashing and vanishing. In daylight the creature looked nothing like a dog. Either she was losing her mind, or a monster was attacking her.
The cat sprang on it with his claws extended. As he leaped, his body melted, stretched, and re-formed. It expanded to the size of a pony, while the fur turned sleek instead of fluffy and the claws and fangs enlarged along with the rest of the animal. The plume of his tail lengthened, smoothed out, and lashed like a whip.
Rina stood paralyzed, forgetting the need to escape. A cougar. The cat turned into a cougar. If she wasn’t going crazy, this must be a new nightmare.
Yowling, the tawny mountain lion raked the smoke monster with his claws. The beast’s leg shredded but instantly re-knitted itself. The creature’s talons and jaws ripped at the giant cat, who twisted and dodged fast enough to suffer only glancing scratches instead of lethal wounds. He bit and scratched, tearing holes in the thing’s protean body, but he couldn’t seem to inflict permanent damage. Spitting and hissing, he lunged and retreated over and over. Even in her confusion, Rina could tell he got weaker with every clash.
The smoke monster contracted into a cyclone again. One limb struck out and slammed into the cougar’s flank. The blow knocked him onto the lawn. He lay there stunned.
The cone of darkness whirled toward Rina. Pressure built in her ears. Her head throbbed. Without thinking, overwhelmed by panic, she raised both hands to ward off the thing. “Get away from me!”
Bolts of electricity shot from her fingers. Involuntary sounds welled up in her throat and spewed from her mouth: “Hevatanu, halako, anasoba!” The thing crackled and shriveled. She thrust her hands toward it again, and again sparks radiated from them. The creature emitted a shriek that made her ears ring and vanished.
Panting, Rina leaned on the wall. What just happened? And why aren’t the neighbors running out here? She stared at her shaking hands and flexed her fingers.
A keening meow diverted her attention. Instead of the cougar, the cat lay on the ground in his normal shape. She forced her legs to carry her over to him. His eyes met hers for a second, then closed. She picked up the limp form and staggered inside.
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Margaret L. Carter
It was a dark and stormy night, not Daphne’s first choice for bridal weather, but on her own she wouldn’t have picked Phil’s nineteenth-century family beach house for their honeymoon, either. He’d described it as a tradition going back generations, though, so she’d readily agreed. After all, he’d yielded to her wishes in most other ways. Fortunately, the sprawling Victorian structure’s shabby-comfortable interior didn’t match its Gothic-sounding name, Porta Tenebrarum – Gate of Shadows – not in the daytime, at least. By night, with lights off at Phil’s romantic insistence, the shadows thickened.
Alone in the dark bedroom, illuminated only by flashes of lightning punctuated by peals of thunder, she skimmed her hands down the front of her satin nightgown. Her skin tingled, heat pooling at her core. Sometimes she felt Phil was a little too considerate, with his touchingly old-fashioned insistence on postponing full consummation until this night to make it “special.” While they’d shared pleasure in every other mode, she’d never seen him naked or enjoyed a complete union of their bodies.
Any minute now, he would join her in the wide, canopied bed, and the frustrating delay would end.
Her heartbeat quickened with anticipation when the door to the hallway creaked open. Phil paused on the threshold, a darker silhouette amid the lightning-cast shadows. Daphne flung her arms wide. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
He strode to her. Between thunderclaps, she heard the rustle of his robe falling to the floor. He slid between the sheets to kiss her lips and the hollow of her neck. When he rolled up her gown, the heat of his bare flesh branded her everywhere their bodies touched. As his mouth and hands wandered over her, spurring her toward the first peak, for a second she felt as if more fingers than ten caressed her. But then the wave crashed over her and annihilated all thought. She twined around him and drew him in.
After they soared to the final heights and subsided to earth, she lay in his arms while his breath slowly calmed along with hers. To her mild disappointment, he got up and switched on the nightstand lamp. She squinted against the sudden glare.
“There’s somebody I want you to meet. I was waiting until – well, after – so you wouldn’t be too shocked.”
“Huh? Shocked at what?” She scrambled into a sitting position, pulling the sheet up to her neck. “Meet somebody? Right now?”
“My twin brother. Just a second.”
Brother? Why hadn’t she heard of him before? A pretty big secret to keep!
Staring at Phil, she blinked in disbelief at a glimpse of delicately quivering tendrils that encircled his hips. Her head spun as he walked to the door, opened it, and called, “Okay, come on.”
A sloshing noise sounded in the hall. A briny ocean scent drifted into the room. Phil returned to the bedside and clasped her hand. “Please don’t freak out. Howard looks more like our father than I do.”
An amorphous shadow momentarily loomed in the doorway before oozing inside. “It’s wonderful to meet you, Daphne. Welcome to the family,” said the gelatinous blob with multiple eyestalks and tentacles.
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Welcome to the May 2026 issue of my newsletter, “News from the Crypt,” and please visit Carter’s Crypt, devoted to my horror, fantasy, and paranormal romance work, especially focusing on vampires and shapeshifting beasties. If you have a particular fondness for vampires, check out the chronology of my series in the link labeled “Vanishing Breed Vampire Universe.”
Also, check out the multi-author Alien Romances Blog
To subscribe to this monthly newsletter, please e-mail me at MLCVamp@aol.com, and I will add you to the list.
For other web links of possible interest, please scroll to the end.
My contemporary fantasy novella “Bunny Hunt” was featured in N. N. Light’s Heaven’s Spring into Books event:
There’s another short excerpt below. Melanie’s nephew Scott’s dog escapes at an Easter egg hunt and chases a rabbit into the woods.
This month I’m interviewing another “Haunting of Pinedale High” author, Celaine Charles.
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Interview with Celaine Charles:
What inspired you to become a writer?
I have always loved the smell and feel of bookstores since I was very young. Having ADHD, finishing a book was tricky for me. But once I found my genre…fantasy…I was enveloped into the world of stories and fell in love with reading. Soon after, I heard the quote, “If there’s a book you really want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” ~ Toni Morrison. That’s exactly what I did. A year later, I ran into a woman at my son’s karate class. She introduced herself as a writer, and I blurted out that I was a want-to-be-writer. What she said next changed my life. “If you’re a want-to-be-writer, then you are a writer.” From that moment on, I called myself a writer and dug in to do the work. As of this coming June, I will have published nine books. I will forever be grateful to that amazing human for saying the right thing at the right time. And with all the noise in the world these days, I also thank God I was able to pay attention and listen.
What genres do you work in?
I am a multi-genre author, writing contemporary poetry, young adult fantasy, young adult paranormal, and even contemporary romance short stories. I’m also looking into the world of children’s picture books. I’ve won two awards via unpublished children’s literature contests, but I am still seeking out an agent for this genre. Ultimately, my goals are to shine a little light into the dark corners of life. For me, reading is an escape from all the horrors of the real world. I guess I love writing all kinds of books…so I go wherever my imagination leads me.
Do you outline, “wing it,” or something in between?
I call myself a recovering pantser, so in these terms, a recovering winger (haha). I used to write by the seat of my pants, letting the story unfold how it may, but now, after publishing my first book and experiencing real deadlines, I have become more of a loose planner. I tend to use the tricks I teach my third graders (I’m a teacher during the daytime). I think about all the parts of my story now, before I begin, but once I start writing, I give my characters permission to change course when needed. And to be honest, it’s needed (for the better) a lot of the time. When all else fails, go back to those school writing templates…they’re perfect when you’re not sure how to start or when you get stuck in the middle.
What have been the major influences on your work (favorite authors or whatever)?
I am a huge fan of VE Schwab, Maggie Stiefvater, and Cassandra Clare. I guess with that you can see I am a huge supporter of character-driven stories. I write in close-third-person, all the while pretending it’s first person. I want my characters to tell my stories from their perspectives, meaning I want my readers to think, feel, and breathe my stories with all their senses.
How has your teaching career affected your writing (if it has)?
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been stuck as a writer, and I go back to the tips I teach my third-grade students. SWBST—somebody wanted but so then. Whenever I write myself into a pickle (which happens a lot), I have to pull back and ask myself the same questions I pose to my student writers: Who is the somebody in your story? What do they want? But what happens to them that rocks their world? So, what must they do to then arrive at this amazing ending?
All the stages of writing are true: plan, draft, revise, edit, and publish! We just need to make sure we hit each one with all our hearts…trust the writing process because it works when you let it!
Please tell us about your poetry workshops.
For the last five years, every April for National Poetry Month, I’ve led my school (K-5th grade) in some kind of poetry project. We’ve done form poetry, like elfchens, haiku, and tanka, as well as free verse poetry where we engage our senses. I always start by sharing master poets to become our mentor texts, and then I slide into their actual experiences (whatever age they are) to help them realize they have lots to say and in poetry, there’s no wrong way to say it. My goal is to free students up from having to follow a lot of rules. I want them to open up and realize they can break every rule if they want to because poetry is freedom. And all their voices deserve to be heard.
What will we find on your blog?
My writing blog, Steps in Between, is all about my writing journey. I started sharing my road to authoring in 2017, when I hadn’t published a single book, and simply shared all the steps I was taking to get to a published book. I love my blog because it’s my true author heart. Readers can learn tips and tricks and hopefully share in the l-o-n-g process that goes into planning, drafting, revising, editing, publishing, and then finally marketing a book. It’s so much! And to be honest, as soon as I actually published a book, I started writing less on my blog. The reality was, I had no time. Soon after you publish a book for the first time, deadlines begin to appear out of nowhere! Your time is eaten away by simply writing more, and for me, I neglected my blog. I’m just now getting back to it because honestly, it keeps me grounded and real and alive. So, watch for more to come on Steps In Between!
Concerning “The Haunting of Pinedale High,” what was it like to write in a shared world? How did you ensure the consistency of your book with other stories in the series?
I love writing challenges, and when The Wild Rose Press announced The Haunting of Pinedale High series, I knew I would be participating in some way. The scary part? Ghost stories terrify me! I don’t read scary books. At all! But a few characters stirred in my belly, and I knew I needed to figure out a way to give them a voice in a ghost story…of my own. So, I decided to write a cozy ghost story! Once I realized I could write a ghost story that wasn’t exactly scary (don’t get me wrong there is spook and danger in my book), I realized I could create something special! I enjoyed the Netflix shows, Girl Haunts Boy and School Spirits, and so I took vibes from those stories and voila! My story fit right in the middle!
I read several other Pinedale High stories and modeled some of the teachers and setting of the school into my own tale, and suddenly everything fell into place. I haven’t read, Her Death was Doubtful, by YOU—but I will very soon! I love that we’ve written stories in the same stand-alone series!
Just for fun: Do you believe in ghosts?
NO! I mean, maybe I just don’t want to because I want to sleep at night. Like I said above, the thought of actual ghosts scare me!
What is your latest or next-forthcoming book?
I am working on book three from my Keepers Series. Seam Keepers (book 1) and Dream Keepers (book 2) are young adult portal fantasy stories that have all the good tropes like teens training to become world saviors, good versus evil, shapeshifting, friends to lovers (sweet-style), family drama, high stakes, adventure, demon battles, girl power, other realms, and more! I love these stories and the team camaraderie that grows across the series. The third book, I’m writing now, completes everything with a lovely bow on top…or does it?! 😊
I’m also publishing my third romance short in a collection, Caught a Spark, Fourth of July Romance Shorts. This book is the third book in a holiday romance series, The Holiday Chronicles. My story in the anthology is called, Written in the Sky. Our first book for Halloween was called, Midnight Meet-Ups (my story titled, Masquerade Meet-Cute). Our second book for Valentine’s Day, Sweet Chaos, came out in January 2025 (my story entitled, Drawn to You). I’m so excited for this third book to release, and I’m already planning the fourth book about New Years Eve!
What are you working on now?
I’m working on the stories mentioned above. Written in the Sky is in the final editing stages. My third Keeper Series book is in a drafting stage. Finally, I’m working on a couple children’s picture books. I am querying one with agents right now, and the others I continue to work on. I swear breaking into the children’s picture book genre is tougher than writing a full novel! Consider me humbled! Finally, I have several new book ideas I’ve been planning for a long time, once these current projects are completed.
What advice would you give to aspiring authors?
I would say to anyone who has an inkling to write—just write! Do it! Write now and think later. The art of revision is always there. But you can’t edit a blank page, so if you’re reading this right now, and have the slightest idea of writing a book, please just do it! Somebody out there is waiting for your story.
What is the URL of your website? What about other internet presence?
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Some Books I’ve Read Lately:
THE FRIEND OF THE FAMILY, by Dean Koontz. I like this much better than most of Koontz’s recent novels. THE FRIEND OF THE FAMILY includes no sociopathic geniuses bent on destroying the universe for their own gain (thank goodness) and very little of the author’s typical ranting along the lines of “it’s getting awfully hot, and why are we in this handbasket?” The antagonists operate on a personal level with believable motivations. I also enjoyed the historical setting. The narrator, Adiel (originally named Alida but renamed by her foster parents) tells her story in the form of a memoir from 1930 into the 1940s. The detailed memories preserved in her journal, along with the mature language in which she writes even at the age of seventeen, are credibly explained by her precocious, voluminous reading from early childhood and especially by her photographic retention of everything she reads and hears. Her foster parents’ amazement at her ability to recall the full texts of books with no effort surprises her, since she’s had little exposure to normal human interaction. Ignorant of her birth parents’ identity, she has grown up in a freak show owned by a con man known as the Captain. He essentially owns her, too, treating her like a circus animal, although he doesn’t physically abuse her. His one indulgence consists of stealing books for her to keep her docile. At age seventeen only five feet tall and about ninety pounds, Alida/Adiel never grows any further. I found it frustrating that her alleged shocking deformities aren’t described until the end, in her foster mother’s epilogue, and even then not in detail. The reticence to preserve her dignity as a human being makes sense, but how can we believe she’s horribly grotesque if we’re told but not shown? We know only that she has a beautiful face but a monstrous though petite body. Wealthy, eccentric, warmhearted filmmakers Frankin and Loretta find her exhibited almost naked in a nightclub. They pay the Captain an exorbitant amount to relinquish all claim to Adiel. Once she manages to accept the permanence of her new life and family, she plunges into it with joy. She explores the vast house and grounds with her three homeschooled adopted siblings, seeking mysteries to solve. And of course there’s a loyal, intelligent dog (although not a Golden Retriever). In many novels, this change would constitute a fairy-tale ending. For Adiel, though, it’s only the beginning. Koontz does an excellent job of spanning several decades with a combination of showing and telling, without losing the reader’s interest. We discover Adiel is more than she seems when she accidentally performs a miraculous healing. She conceals this phenomenon from everybody else for sound reasons, including the fact that she doesn’t know how it happened or whether it can be repeated. The Captain eventually tracks her down, having run out of money during the Depression. Yet the confrontation with him and his homicidal minion, a “freak” in more than a physical sense, forms only one segment of the narrative. The book’s true climax culminates in a revelation that surprised me but felt entirely appropriate.
TRACE ELEMENTS, by Jo Walton and Ada Palmer. A collection of essays by two distinguished science-fiction authors. Divided into three sections, “Genre; or, The Modern Proteus,” Section 2 focusing on more personal, autobiographical material, and Section 3: Craft, the book contains both individually authored and collaborative pieces. Almost every essay inspired me to react with either, “Well, THAT’S new information,” or, “My brain just exploded!” (quoting from characters in a pair of current PBS cartoon series). Some topics include the history of SF publishing, the history of romance, definition of genre, robots, anime and manga, what genre dystopian narratives fit into, and providentialist thinking (the reader’s expectation that, in general, characters will get what they deserve). The contrast between “external” science fiction” and “imprint SF,” which functions “in conversation with” the ongoing development of the genre, particularly intrigued me. Genre – “imprint” — science fiction and fantasy “has distinct pacing and reading protocols.” Reading SF requires a particular “skill set” as much as writing it does. Literary fiction that includes some SF or fantasy tropes isn’t the same thing. That’s why (to cite a notorious example) Margaret Atwood’s exasperating insistence that THE HANDMAID’S TALE isn’t SF makes a certain amount of sense, despite its apparently being based on her misapprehension that “science fiction” equals space opera. Her work isn’t in conversation with the genre community. Section 2 of the book features essays such as Walton’s and Palmer’s accounts of how they sold their first novels. The section on Craft, among other things, addresses censorship, the purpose of reading, and the “protagonist problem,” the fictional tendency to single out one character as THE person with the power to save the world or otherwise solve the story’s central problem. Real-life consequences, if this fictional convention is taken too seriously, can entail either thinking of oneself as a non-protagonist and therefore unimportant or laboring under the delusion of being the protagonist on whom a vital outcome depends. Section 3 also includes several poems, most notably the concluding piece, Ada Palmer’s heartbreakingly beautiful “Somebody Will” (which has been set to music and is available on one of Heather Dale’s albums, also accessible on YouTube). If you’re a fan of speculative fiction, you should get this collection for the articles on genre alone.
THE SHIP WHO DARED, by Mercedes Lackey and Veronica Giguere. The first new book for a long time in the “brainship” series created by the late Anne McCaffrey. This novel is a sequel to Lackey and McCaffrey’s THE SHIP WHO SEARCHED. You don’t absolutely need to have read that book, or any others in the series, before this new one, but it would help. Still, a novice reader could pick up from context the essential facts about brainships and the interstellar society in which they function. One thing I especially like about THE SHIP WHO DARED is that it reads like a Mercedes Lackey novel, not always the case with her collaborations. I’m fond of her immersive, conversational style. A purist might object that some of the colloquialisms in the dialogue sound almost too much like contemporary American English; however, I simply accept them as the authors’ “translation” of the way Earth people in this far future setting talk. In brief, a brainship is the ultimate cyborg. Babies with birth defects too severe to be corrected even in this advanced civilization can be placed in “shells” that bestow enhanced senses and other capabilities far beyond the ordinary human norm. As adults, they become the brains of starships or sometimes facilities such as space stations. In return, they must enter contracts to work off the enormous debt for the technology they benefit from. Each brainship has a mobile, non-disabled partner informally called a “brawn.” Tia is unique in that she was wired into her shell at the age of seven, stricken with an exotic disease that completely disabled her, instead of at birth. She and her brawn, Alex, romantically bonded even beyond the close friendship customary between brain and brawn, work under contract for an interstellar courier company. The company exploits its shellperson employees to the extent it can get away with, a theme running throughout the story. When the military authorities offer Tia and Alex the chance to test a cutting-edge, top-secret singularity drive, they accept despite some misgivings. The huge payment for that service will get them much closer to paying off their contract and becoming free agents. Unfortunately, a glitch in the system results in arriving at random points in space as often as the appointed destination. Coincidentally, at each unexpected place where they end up, they stumble on people in need of help. But how long can their luck in finding their way back hold up? At first the plot feels a bit episodic, with the ship bouncing around from one unrelated crisis to another. In the end, though, a connection among their seemingly random adventures comes to light. Alex and Tia are delightful characters with engaging individual quirks, and the warmth of their relationship pervades the story. In the end, with the problem of the rogue hyperdrive settled and their employment situation happily resolved, the novel comes to a satisfying conclusion. Yet it holds ample potential for sequels, which I hope may appear at some future date.
THE FARAWAY INN, by Sarah Beth Durst. Another cozy fantasy by the author of THE SPELLSHOP and THE ENCHANTED GREENHOUSE, but unrelated to those two. While they’re adult novels set in a secondary world, THE FARAWAY INN is a YA contemporary fantasy. Calisa, the sixteen-year-old protagonist, hadn’t planned to leave her urban home and spend most of the summer before her senior year in “a place with a truly excessive number of trees.” After she catches her boyfriend cheating on her, though, Calisa accepts her mother’s proposal to visit her great-aunt’s Faraway Inn in the wilds of Vermont. The bed-and-breakfast doesn’t match Calisa’s vague memories of childhood visits. The place turns out to be rundown and mostly empty. Furthermore, Auntie Zee doesn’t want help and only grudgingly agrees to a three-day trial period. Calisa throws herself into cleaning, cooking, and weed-clearing in hopes of being allowed to stay longer. The change of scenery and chance to make herself useful eventually grant her the perspective to realize she’s better off without her two-timing boyfriend. Getting to know Jack, the absent caretaker’s attractive, helpful, charmingly awkward teenage son, doesn’t hurt. The strangeness of the inn begins to reveal itself almost at once. Auntie Zee imposes two strict rules: Don’t ask questions, and don’t open doors without permission. Naturally, Calisa often finds herself breaking those prohibitions. Random doors sometimes open portals into other worlds. A statue seems to move when her back is turned. One guest keeps a gargoyle in his room. Another is a green-skinned woman with an affinity for plants. There’s also a miniature dragon hanging around the house. When additional regulars, each decidedly peculiar to some extent, show up expecting the usual level of service, they’re justifiably dubious of Calisa’s ability to measure up to Auntie Zee’s standards. Moreover, Jack confides in Calisa that his father disappeared several years earlier. No wonder the place is falling apart. Although with plenty of surprises and twists along the way, the story concludes as the genre-savvy reader would expect. Jack and Calisa track down his father; Auntie Zee admits she needs help and accepts Calisa as the logical provider of it; Calisa matures while reassessing her personal situation. She strikes me as a sympathetic character, a believable teenager with typical anxieties, yet not at all whiny or otherwise annoying. Jack is also appealing, It’s fun to meet the variety of not-quite-human guests and watch Calisa solve the challenges presented by a magical family business. Also, I can’t neglect to mention the physical allure of this trade paperback. It has the most elaborate, beautifully colored edge drawing (artwork on the edges of the pages, visible when the book is closed) I’ve ever seen.
For my recommendations of “must read” classic and modern vampire fiction, explore the Realm of the Vampires:
Realm of the Vampires
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Excerpt from “Bunny Hunt”:
Bob stopped struggling to escape and stared in the direction indicated. “Bunny? Go pet the Easter Bunny?”
Sure enough, a large rabbit with cinnamon-colored fur, nibbling on clover blossoms, crouched in the grass under the trees near one of the walking trails that wound through the tame woodlot. Though its ears twitched at the ambient noise, it didn’t seem in any hurry to run from the human intruders on its territory.
Linda shook her head. “A wild bunny wouldn’t want to be petted. Anyway, it’s almost time to find eggs.”
Both Bob and his older brother switched their focus to the man in charge of the hunt. At that moment, Kiki lunged forward, jerking the leash from Scott’s loose grip.
“Kiki, no! Stop!” he yelled. The dog had already dashed out of his reach, though. Frantically barking, she raced toward the rabbit. “Kiki, come!”
Not surprisingly, the pup ignored him. A second later, the director of the event blew his whistle as a signal to start.
“You go ahead,” Melanie said to Scott. “Don’t worry, I’ll catch her.” Without waiting for a response from him, she hurried toward the woods after the dog and rabbit. They’d already vanished into the trees, but she had Kiki’s continuous yapping to guide her.
She raced along the narrow trail. Judging from the volume of the barking, the dog hadn’t gotten far yet. Melanie sprinted toward the noise, hoping to sight the runaway around the next curve in the path. What if she chased the rabbit into the underbrush?
No need to worry about that problem until she caught up with the animals. Rounding a bend, she forced herself to a burst of speed. She didn’t see her quarry, but the yapping grew still louder. After the second loop in the trail, she almost tripped over Kiki’s leash and skidded to a stop.
Not far off the path under the trees, the dog stood with her front paws pinning the rabbit to the ground. She kept barking but didn’t move otherwise, as if she had no idea what to do with her thrashing, kicking prey. The wild animal appeared to weigh at least ten pounds, barely smaller than the dog herself.
Panting and sweating from the run, Melanie lifted her ponytail off the damp nape of her neck while she seized a loop of the leash with her other hand. If one of those kicks connected, Scott’s pet could get seriously hurt. “Kiki, drop it!”
The pup didn’t even glance at her. That must have been a command she either hadn’t learned yet or chose to ignore. Melanie gave the leash a firm jerk. Startled, Kiki tumbled off the flailing rabbit and struggled to land on all fours.
The rabbit sprang upright. Melanie retreated a couple of steps, hauling the dog with her. To her surprise, the rabbit turned its head and gazed up as if assessing her. Kiki, already recovering her balance, strained at the leash.
“Well, what are you waiting for, bunny? Get out of here.”
I’m talking to a wild rabbit. Unless maybe it’s an escaped pet? That possibility would account for how little fear of humans it showed.
Staring straight at her, it reared up on its haunches. Its amber eyes gazed at her with an expression of unnerving attention.
What’s it thinking about me? Melanie shook her head. Whoa! Now I’m giving it credit for human intelligence.
A bright shimmer dazzled her vision. When it faded, the animal was standing on its hind legs—and growing. It expanded to person-height. Kiki emitted an alarmed yip and huddled against Melanie’s leg. Melanie simply froze, her mouth gaping open.
When the glow faded completely, a human-size bunny stood before her. It—no, she—displayed the same cinnamon-brown fur and long ears. Her face had the general shape of a woman’s, but with whiskers, amber eyes, a button nose, and rabbity incisors. Her leg joints bent at an angle suitable for hopping. Most striking, two vertical rows of nipples, four and four, adorned the front of her body, and her belly bulged with an obvious pregnancy.
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“Beast” wishes until next time—
Margaret L. Carter