A big welcome to Kay LaLone, an author of middle grade paranormal. Before we start with the questions, please tell me how you take your coffee, Kay, and show our readers your bio.
KAY: Happy to do that. I take my coffee black.
I’m Kay LaLone. Ghostly Clues is my first middle grade novel published by MuseItUp. I live in Michigan with my husband and teenage son (two older sons and a daughter-in-law live near by) and two dogs and a cat. I love to get up every morning and write about ghosts, the paranormal, and anything that goes bump in the night. Or anything that interests my characters. Making my characters come to life for readers is important to a good story. I’m an avid reader of just about any type of book. I do reviews on the books I read and post them on my website and blog.
And something extra? I love to collect books. If I could, I would live in a library or a book story.
Blog link: www.kaylalone.blogspot.com
KAY: Yes, I have always wanted to be a writer. As a young girl in grade school, I remember sitting at the kitchen table writing a story and asking my mother how to spell words that I couldn’t spell. I actually got started by taking a writing course with the Institute of Children Literature about fifteen years ago. It opened my eyes on how to get published and I had several short stories published because of that course.
Ally: What is your daily writing schedule? Do you have a writers cave?
KAY: I like to get up in the morning and write for a couple of hours. Sometime more. Sometimes less. But I try to write something every day. I wish I did have a writer’s cave, maybe I wouldn’t be interrupted all the time.
Ally: What social media are your favorites? Are they personal accounts or can fans contact you there?
KAY: My favorite is Facebook. I got started on Facebook to keep track of what my adult and teenage kids were up to. Now it’s a great way to connect with old friends, family, and meet new people. My fans and readers can contact me there. Just look for Kay LaLone or check out my author page www.facebook.com/#!/ghostlyclues.
Ally: Who is your favorite character in Ghostly Clues?
KAY: The main character, Sarah Kay is my favorite. I think I like her the best because she is a lot like me. There is a scene in the book with a ghost hand that actually happened to me when I was about Sarah Kay’s age.
Ally: Try these quick answer questions:
- a. an item on your bucket list: To travel to all 50 states
- b. favorite after five drink: wine cooler
- c. a living author you'd love to take to lunch: Nora Roberts
- d. a recent favorite song: The River by Grath Brooks
- e. a favorite childhood story: Goldie Locks and the Three Bears
KAY: Thank you, Ally, for hosting me on your blog. It was fun.
The sweet scent of lilacs permeates the air around Grandma’s gravesite. Only Sarah Kay can smell Grandma’s favorite flower, and they’re not even in bloom.
Sarah Kay and her best friend, Mary Jane, believe the lilacs are a sign from Grandma’s ghost. The girls follow one ghostly clue after another, uncovering a secret that Mom never wanted Sarah Kay to know.
Grandma makes sure Sarah Kay gets the message even from the grave.
The house was blanketed in a quiet slumber. I snuggled under the sleeping bag with Allison, trying not to think about ghosts, as I drifted to sleep.
Random pictures floated in my mind like ghostly images.
I tiptoed among tombstones and my heart ached as if I had lost something or someone. He had to be here, somewhere. The gravestones rose like stone walls. No names engraved on them. No dates. No R.I.P. Nothing. Just smooth, flat stones. Ghosts—grayish, smoky forms with black eyes—floated over the tombstones. I shivered, suddenly cold, freezing. My breath visible like a little ghost. I didn’t want to look at the ghost anymore so I looked down at my feet. A tombstone with Grandma’s name appeared out of nowhere. The earth moved. The dirt around the headstone broke away and gnarled fingers clawed their way into the air, searching, grasping. Shriveled fingers clutched my leg.
Something grabbed at my leg—the hand, I screamed and frantically wiggled out of my sleeping bag, bumping MJ as I tried to get away from the hand I thought I felt grab at my leg.