Posts Tagged ‘Crossed Out’

Research and School Field Trip at the Pompeii Exhibition

I never thought I’d homeschool. I taught for a combination of fifteen years in two different public school districts. I ‘used’ to believe the stereotypes that homeschooled kids were isolated and were ultra conservative.

Then I had issues with my son’s elementary school and had to come to a decision. Either keep him in a school that was failing him or take him out and homeschool through a charter school.

I had to make an adjustment by finding more creative ways to get my writing done.

One way to do this was to combine research for my projects with son’s science/history classes. For his world history unit, we attended the Pompeii Exhibition at the

Munchkin and Mom on Roadtrip to the Grand Canyon

California Science Center in L.A.

Kim Baccellia at the Discovery Science CenterScience Center in LA.

This research also helped with my GODDESSES series.

For his science unit, we went to the Grand Canyon. The terrain is very similar to the setting in my futuristic thriller.

I couldn’t resist the Biodome at the Discovery Science Center in Santa Ana, California. This center has great science topics for kids and more research for my futuristic thriller.

Sacremento Cemetery – spooky and inspiring.

A trip to Sacramento, and the Sacramento Historical Cemetery helped with some background in my upcoming sequel to CROSSED OUT

How else do I get any writing in?

Marlene Perez

One piece of advice I took to heart came from fellow YA author Marlene Perez. She had a number of deadlines to meet plus she just had twin girls. She told me, “You need to seize every opportunity you get to write.”

I figured if she could get books out with twins? What was my excuse?

Mar has been and continues to be a big inspiration to me.

I’m lucky as my son’s enrolled in a charter school that has a student center with other credentialed teachers. I drop him off at the center and go to the coffee house to write. I’m there for around 3 hours or more twice a week.

The coffee shop aka the writer’s office away from home.

So this is my latest writing place:

Image: www.fastcompany.com

I have Spotify Playlists for each of my projects. When I’m at the coffee house, I put in my earplugs and listen to the music. This gets me in the character’s mind and also tunes out the other people inside the coffee house. Though I do admit, I’ve stolen some great dialogue from conversations I eavesdropped on!

I have a planner that I schedule in writing time and check it off when I complete it. I also give myself little ‘rewards’ like an extra latte, colorful pen, or a new YA novel when I accomplish my goals. I figure I used incentives with my first graders to help motive them to complete tasks. Why not me?

In my purse I carry notepads and pens. This gives me no excuse not to write.

I think the biggest thing is giving myself permission to write. Some think that just because I homeschool, that means that I’m available 24/7. I’ve learned to say ‘no’ a lot more too.

I believe that if something is important to you? You’ll find the time to do it. Writing is important to me. I’ve just learned to find more creative ways to do it.

Kim Baccellia is the author of the YA paranormal Crossed Out.

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Mom and me on one 1960s Christmas

I love the holidays! My mother used to go all out on Christmas. Some of my fond memories include tons of presents underneath the Christmas tree. No matter how tight things were, Mom always made sure to make Christmas special for all seven of us kids.

Swedish Roll Image: Photo courtesy of http://meaningfulmama.com

One big thing I remember though had to be how Mom stressed the importance of sharing with others out in the community that were less fortunate than us. One of the things she shared was her famous Swedish Tea Roll. The preparation would usually be an all-day event with her making the dough and letting it rise before rolling it out and adding all the yummy things like walnuts, cherries, and topping with icing.

Mom cooking up a storm

Our neighbors across the street would also share some homemade tamales:

Mexican hot chocolate Image: http://www.restaurantgirl.com/

One year one of my friends from Mexico City had me over to help her made a batch of homemade tamales. It’s an all-day event but so worth it at the end!

We also had Mexican hot chocolate, pan dulce, sweet bread, and conchas too. 

Not only do we celebrate with food but our church has some lovely events that we enjoying attending every year. One is a choir production called Sing Noel.

Rick Denos of Mission Viejo and Brianna Hobbins of Trabuco Canyon hold the “baby Jesus”, Claire Himber, in this year’s Follow the Star event held at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Rancho Santa Margarita, California. Photography by Kathleen Himber.

Another one is a live nativity scene that is held in the back of our church meeting house. It’s usually cold (well, for So. California that is!) but I just love sitting outside and having the story behind the nativity reenacted.

Here’s a little backgrounder to our holiday tradition: http://www.smstake.church/blog/2015/12/8/history-of-follow-the-star

What are some of your holiday traditions? 

Kim Baccellia is the author of the YA paranormal Crossed Out.

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When I first wrote Crossed Out, I played with the idea of having a Latina Rescuer who dealt with helping murdered teens over to the ‘Other Side’ only I’d share her diverse world. That idea might in fact become a future story with readers getting a glimpse of her Mexican heritage which would involve some of those paranormal urban legends.

Here are some I’d like to share:

La Llorona

I’ve always been fascinated with the story of a woman that ends up drowning her children for her lover who ends up rejecting her. After his rejection, in horror she finally realizes what she’d done. Horrified, she drowns herself. When I did some research for my diverse YA fantasy EARRINGS OF IXTUMEA, I found that some link this story back to La Malinche, a Nahua woman from the Mexican Gulf Coast. She was an interpreter and later mistress to Cortez. Some feel she betrayed her people by helping the Spanish conquer their country.

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El Cucuy

This is basically a Latino version of the boogey man.   He’s the stuff of nightmares. Some parents have used him to threaten their misbehaving kids to do better or el Cucuy would come and get them.

Photo courtesy of http://www.taringa.net/post/info/7625288/El-Chupacabra-La-Leyenda-Info-Video-Imag.html

El Chupacabra

This is supposed to be a creature that sucks on the blood of animals. There’s been numerous so-called sights. Some though think this creature might just be a rabid dog or other animal.

Photo courtesy of livinginmexico-jacob.blogspot.com

Mal de Ojo-Evil Eye

Angelica, my sister-in-law from Mexico, shared this on Mal de Ojo-“When a baby is born some people put a small red ribbon to protect the baby from envy and bad energy, they say “Be careful, people can do evil eye, Mal de Ojo” and if is not protected the baby can be sick, also when you are happy and wants to protect yourself from bad energy or envy wear a red bracelet, or something with the little eyes.”

La Chancleta

Not so much an urban legend but one that some Latino parents have used whenever a child misbehaves. Kids knew Mom might business if she whipped out her chancleta!

Kim Baccellia is the author of the YA paranormal Crossed Out.

You can get Crossed Out at Lachesis Publishing or on amazon, Barnes and NobleKobo, or iTunes.

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I’ve always been fascinated with a good ghost story. Growing up I heard lots of stories from my grandfather that had supernatural elements. I decided to combine these two elements when I used North Sacramento, California as the setting for my YA paranormal Crossed Out. Plus, one of the areas, the Sacramento tunnels, only recently has been opened to the public.

So here’s a few haunting sites I thought I’d share:

Photo courtesy of Autumn Baccellia Ibahim

Sacramento City Cemetery: My Grandpa Baccellia’s father was an Italian immigrant who owned a saloon in Old Town Sacramento. His father died of consumption in the early part of the 1900s. His body originally was buried in the Sacramento Historical City Cemetery along with some founding fathers of the town.

I do know that some of the dead were ‘relocated’ to another site in the ’50s to make room for more urban

Photo courtesy of Autumn Baccellia Ibahim

development. Some of the relatives of the dead, couldn’t be found so they ended up putting them in a few places with only one tombstone to acknowledge that they existed. I can’t help but think if my body had been moved and no one remembered me, I wouldn’t be too happy. There’ve been sightings of ghosts and other ‘unexplained things’ there. I can’t help but wonder why! But it has great potential for a horror novel!

Old Town Underground tunnels:

Spooky underground ghost town, buried underneath Sacramento.

There’s a lot of history in these underground tunnels in Old Town. Old Sacramento was rebuilt over the original town. There are tunnels and a hidden town underneath, buried because of the rising waters of the Sacramento River. Grandpa Baccellia told me that before the Oroville Dam was built, the Sacramento River would flood the city. There were lots of cases of malaria in the early part of the 1900s.

Rumors have been circulating of what might have actually happened in these tunnels. Some say they were used for bootlegging during the Prohibition to even smuggling in opium.

The tunnels are now opened to the public! I still need to go with my sisters and check it out.

Photo courtesy Pamela Celeste ReesePhoto courtesy of http://www.fws.gov/sacramento/outreach/Featured-Stories/SalmonSpawningScience/Images/AmericanRiver.JPG

3. American River

My Grandpa Baccellia used to tell us about these women all dressed in black who would walk up and down the river in the early 1900s. He said they were always so sad and mournful. Some say it’s not women but a man who haunts that site.

Here’s a little more info on that urban legend: The ghost of a man who drowned in the American River is said to haunt the banks. There’s something about water and ghosts. Urban legends are filled with them. This picture of the American River with the infamous thick Sacramento fog is certainly eerie.

 

Photo courtesy of http://sacramento.planmygetaway.com/category/sacramento-recreation/

Leland Stanford Museum

In 1883, Leland Stanford and his wife lost their only son  to Typhoid fever. He was fifteen years old. Rumor has it that the spirit of their son appeared to the father to comfort him after his death. Also the spirit asked his father to put money into building a university for young men.

5. May Woolsey

In the Sacramento Historical City Cemetery is the grave of May Woolsey. In 1879 just before her thirteen birthday, she died of a possible viral infection fro the measles. She was the only child of Mary and Luther Woolsey. Her parents were so devastated by her death that they used a Spiritualist to try to contact her.

Fast forward 100 years later. When the family house was being remodeled by the newest owners, they found a closet with a false ceiling. Inside was a very old trunk packed with some of the Woolsey family’s belongings, including some of May Woolsey’s hair. Here’s where it gets interesting. Inside the truck was a letter:

Sacramento Historical Cemetery

Dear Momma,

I am so happy as I did write to you and say I was happy. Now Momma dear, do not weep for me. I am not dead, no, only gone before to wait your coming when you will be out of all sorrow and care and will be happy with me. Oh, what pleasure there is in the spirit life no one can tell. Only think of everlasting life and pleasure where we know no sorrow; all is sunshine, there is no cloud to darken our path as on earth; we have our choice of mission . . .

No one knows why and how that letter ended up in that trunk.

Do any of you know of places with hauntings? Do share!

Kim Baccellia is the author of the YA paranormal Crossed Out.

You can get Crossed Out at Lachesis Publishing or on amazon, Barnes and NobleKobo, or iTunes.

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What it’s About:

Following the light can’t be that hard, right? So why don’t the dead just do it and leave Stephanie Stewart alone?

However nothing is ever as simple as it should be, as Stephanie learns when her hidden ‘gift’ becomes more than a nuisance, quickly turning unto a liability.

If she can’t learn to trust someone with her secret, the world as she knows it will go to hell. Literally. But if she doesn’t choose wisely, she might just end up learning firsthand how hard it is to follow that light.

Because she’s next on the list to be crossed out.

EXCERPT:

I couldn’t deal with Mom and her holier-than-thou attitude about decorating crosses. If she had any clue why I needed to do this, maybe she’d back off.

I pushed my hair aside and looked down at the wooden beams. My box of Sharpie pens lay close to my side. I had to get the design just right. Roses, or something plainer? It didn’t help that it was so cold in the garage.

Why was it so hard to help the dead go to the other side? It’d be a whole lot easier if they told me what they wanted on their crosses. Dead girl comes, asks for help, and tells me she’s into pink roses. Yes, that would make my job a lot easier.

But one thing I’ve learned is, life isn’t easy. Cliché, but true.

Figures, this was how I’d spend my time on a Saturday – sitting cross-legged on the floor in our garage, worrying about finishing a cross for some dead girl. In a few hours, Mom would drag me to Mrs. Swanson’s house for a sleepover. I didn’t really have time to decorate a cross.

And each time I tried to sketch, thoughts of the meeting drove any thought of the design out of my mind. I mean, how could I even think of helping others – albeit dead ones – when my own life was such a disaster?

I didn’t want to go. But Mom was using the whole sleepover as a way to get me to be around Hillary, whom she thought would be such a good example for me. But I couldn’t tell my mother the truth – I hated Hillary. Yes, we’d once been close, but it wasn’t as if we were BFFs anymore. No, Hillary made sure of that when I was stupid enough to trust her with my secret. A secret that was better left hidden. No one believed the dead could talk to you.

According to my last counselor, the only way that could happen is through serious Steven Spielberg special effects.

When I admitted to seeing one of my dead friends, he didn’t freak. No, he did something worse. He ended up suggesting to my parents that I needed to see a doctor – for serious psychological help. I mean, only crazy people see the dead.

And, I hate to say this, but the anti-anxiety meds and antidepressants don’t keep them away. Sometimes I wished the drug cocktail could just erase them. It sure would make my life a lot easier.

Sighing, I decided to go with pink roses. What girl didn’t like pink?

A sudden coldness permeated the garage. Jeez did Dad forget to close the back door again?

I pulled my hoodie tighter. Working in near darkness was bad enough without the drop in temperature.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

I dropped my black Sharpie.

Over in the corner of the garage loose papers and dust whirled around – a funnel growing larger and larger.

A light shone next to Mom’s holiday plastic boxes, illuminating some Christmas ornaments, tinsel, and wrapping paper.

“Stephanie…careful….”

The childish voice grew louder. A chill went up my back. I know that voice!

I blinked once and when I opened my eyes I saw the girl. Her long dirty blond hair was clumped into two pigtails, and her bikini top and cut-off Levis brought back memories of the YMCA pool three years ago where I‘d spent my summers.

Allison!

Omigod! I pushed the wooden cross aside. A tingling sensation burned through my whole body. Once I helped a dead person cross over, that was supposed to end the whole rescue scenario. The bright light appeared and poof! Well, not this time.

I scooted away, over the rough, cold pavement. This didn’t make sense. Though I was used to visits from the ―other‖ side, having Allison reappear scared me. I didn‘t know what to do.

“Allison, why are you here?” My voice broke.

She took a step toward me. Her lips trembled. “Careful…danger….”

Danger? Did that mean her murderer was out of prison? Just the thought of that perv touching or killing someone else made me want to hurl.

“No… another….”

Someone else?

“Allison, what are you trying to tell me?” I slowly got up off the ground. “Is the guy who killed you, out?”

Allison shook her head. It still freaked me out how much the dead looked like us, not fuzzy or semi- transparent like they show on TV. The ones I helped still looked the way they had when they‘d been killed, complete with all the blood and stuff.

Yet here was Allison. She should be in Heaven singing in one of those heavenly choirs Mom always talked about.

I bit my hangnail, ripping it off. I couldn‘t deal with this. Not now.

“Careful….”

The wind picked up, tossing loose papers everywhere. None of this affected Allison.

I had so many questions to ask her. I missed her. I knew she‘d understand me, even when others – including my mom – were clueless.

“Allison, what‘s it like to be…?”

The wind howled drowning out her answer. And just as quickly, Allison left. I felt as if something had punched me in the stomach. I pushed back the sickness threatening to escape.

What was going on? But even worse, I didn’t know what to do. One thing had been made perfectly clear. The rules had all changed and no one bothered to give me the new players’ guide.

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Today’s Sneak Peek is from the YA paranormal Crossed Out by Kim Baccellia.

What it’s About:

Following the light can’t be that hard, right? So why don’t the dead just do it and leave Stephanie Stewart alone?

However nothing is ever as simple as it should be, as Stephanie learns when her hidden ‘gift’ becomes more than a nuisance, quickly turning unto a liability.

If she can’t learn to trust someone with her secret, the world as she knows it will go to hell. Literally. But if she doesn’t choose wisely, she might just end up learning firsthand how hard it is to follow that light.

Because she’s next on the list to be crossed out.

EXCERPT:

I couldn’t deal with Mom and her holier-than-thou attitude about decorating crosses. If she had any clue why I needed to do this, maybe she’d back off.

I pushed my hair aside and looked down at the wooden beams. My box of Sharpie pens lay close to my side. I had to get the design just right. Roses, or something plainer? It didn’t help that it was so cold in the garage.

Why was it so hard to help the dead go to the other side? It’d be a whole lot easier if they told me what they wanted on their crosses. Dead girl comes, asks for help, and tells me she’s into pink roses. Yes, that would make my job a lot easier.

But one thing I’ve learned is, life isn’t easy. Cliché, but true.

Figures, this was how I’d spend my time on a Saturday – sitting cross-legged on the floor in our garage, worrying about finishing a cross for some dead girl. In a few hours, Mom would drag me to Mrs. Swanson’s house for a sleepover. I didn’t really have time to decorate a cross.

And each time I tried to sketch, thoughts of the meeting drove any thought of the design out of my mind. I mean, how could I even think of helping others – albeit dead ones – when my own life was such a disaster?

I didn’t want to go. But Mom was using the whole sleepover as a way to get me to be around Hillary, whom she thought would be such a good example for me. But I couldn’t tell my mother the truth – I hated Hillary. Yes, we’d once been close, but it wasn’t as if we were BFFs anymore. No, Hillary made sure of that when I was stupid enough to trust her with my secret. A secret that was better left hidden. No one believed the dead could talk to you.

According to my last counselor, the only way that could happen is through serious Steven Spielberg special effects.

When I admitted to seeing one of my dead friends, he didn’t freak. No, he did something worse. He ended up suggesting to my parents that I needed to see a doctor – for serious psychological help. I mean, only crazy people see the dead.

And, I hate to say this, but the anti-anxiety meds and antidepressants don’t keep them away. Sometimes I wished the drug cocktail could just erase them. It sure would make my life a lot easier.

Sighing, I decided to go with pink roses. What girl didn’t like pink?

A sudden coldness permeated the garage. Jeez did Dad forget to close the back door again?

I pulled my hoodie tighter. Working in near darkness was bad enough without the drop in temperature.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

I dropped my black Sharpie.

Over in the corner of the garage loose papers and dust whirled around – a funnel growing larger and larger.

A light shone next to Mom’s holiday plastic boxes, illuminating some Christmas ornaments, tinsel, and wrapping paper.

“Stephanie…careful….”

The childish voice grew louder. A chill went up my back. I know that voice!

I blinked once and when I opened my eyes I saw the girl. Her long dirty blond hair was clumped into two pigtails, and her bikini top and cut-off Levis brought back memories of the YMCA pool three years ago where I‘d spent my summers.

Allison!

Omigod! I pushed the wooden cross aside. A tingling sensation burned through my whole body. Once I helped a dead person cross over, that was supposed to end the whole rescue scenario. The bright light appeared and poof! Well, not this time.

I scooted away, over the rough, cold pavement. This didn’t make sense. Though I was used to visits from the ―other‖ side, having Allison reappear scared me. I didn‘t know what to do.

“Allison, why are you here?” My voice broke.

She took a step toward me. Her lips trembled. “Careful…danger….”

Danger? Did that mean her murderer was out of prison? Just the thought of that perv touching or killing someone else made me want to hurl.

“No… another….”

Someone else?

“Allison, what are you trying to tell me?” I slowly got up off the ground. “Is the guy who killed you, out?”

Allison shook her head. It still freaked me out how much the dead looked like us, not fuzzy or semi- transparent like they show on TV. The ones I helped still looked the way they had when they‘d been killed, complete with all the blood and stuff.

Yet here was Allison. She should be in Heaven singing in one of those heavenly choirs Mom always talked about.

I bit my hangnail, ripping it off. I couldn‘t deal with this. Not now.

“Careful….”

The wind picked up, tossing loose papers everywhere. None of this affected Allison.

I had so many questions to ask her. I missed her. I knew she‘d understand me, even when others – including my mom – were clueless.

“Allison, what‘s it like to be…?”

The wind howled drowning out her answer. And just as quickly, Allison left. I felt as if something had punched me in the stomach. I pushed back the sickness threatening to escape.

What was going on? But even worse, I didn’t know what to do. One thing had been made perfectly clear. The rules had all changed and no one bothered to give me the new players’ guide.

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1. Damon from THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Hands down, Damon is one of my favorite protagonists. Sure, he’s a blood thirsty vampire but he has one weak spot—Elena. I love how author L.J. Smith and the writers of the TV series have shown his vulnerabilities and weaknesses such as one scene where he stays at the side of Caroline’s dying mother to give her comfort at the end. Plus, those blue eyes and wicked smile are enough for anyone to open her heart.

Photo courtesy of http://divergent.wikia.com/wiki/Tobias_Eaton

2. Tobias, ‘Four’ Eaton from the DIVERGENT series

Four is a part of the Dauntless factor in the Divergent series by Veronica Roth. Though he comes across as a bad ass, he worms his way into Tish’s and reader’s hearts. A must read book has to be FOUR which is a collection of short stories that go over Tobias’s life and help readers get a glimpse into the whys behind his behavior.

Photo courtesy of http://variety.com

3. Thomas from MAZE RUNNER

What can I say? I love author Dylan O’Brien’s role in TEEN WOLF and he is perfect as the lead actor in MAZE RUNNER. Thomas finds himself in a strange land with his memory erased. He must join the other boys in order to escape through a constantly changing maze.

Photo courtesy of http://www.cbswatchmagazine.com

4. Bash from TV series REIGN

I’m a huge sucker for historicals set in France. Bash is the illegitimate half-brother of Daphne Francis. When Scotland Queen Mary Stuart comes to France, though she is to wed Francis, she finds herself attracted to Bash. I mean, who wouldn’t with those amazing eyes?

And last but not least . . .

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5. Jamie of OUTLANDER

I admit, I wasn’t sure about the casting of one of my all-time favorite protagonists but after watching the Starz TV series, I now know he’s perfect! Tons of chemistry between him and Claire, just like the amazing books.

Double sigh! He made me want to go to Scotland. Love the books and so far this series so much.

Now that I’ve shared some of my favorites, who are some of yours?

Kim Baccellia is the author of the YA Paranormal Crossed Out. It’s available in print and e-book at Lachesis Publishing or on amazon, Barnes and Noblekobo, and iBooks.

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Today’s Sneak Peek is from the YA paranormal Crossed Out by Kim Baccellia.

What it’s About:

Following the light can’t be that hard, right? So why don’t the dead just do it and leave Stephanie Stewart alone?

However nothing is ever as simple as it should be, as Stephanie learns when her hidden ‘gift’ becomes more than a nuisance, quickly turning unto a liability.

If she can’t learn to trust someone with her secret, the world as she knows it will go to hell. Literally. But if she doesn’t choose wisely, she might just end up learning firsthand how hard it is to follow that light.

Because she’s next on the list to be crossed out.

EXCERPT:

“Stephanie…careful….”

The childish voice grew louder. A chill went up my back. I know that voice!

I blinked once and when I opened my eyes I saw the girl. Her long dirty blond hair was clumped into two pigtails, and her bikini top and cut-off Levis brought back memories of the YMCA pool three years ago where I‘d spent my summers.

Allison!

Omigod! I pushed the wooden cross aside. A tingling sensation burned through my whole body. Once I helped a dead person cross over, that was supposed to end the whole rescue scenario. The bright light appeared and poof! Well, not this time.

I scooted away, over the rough, cold pavement. This didn’t make sense. Though I was used to visits from the ―other‖ side, having Allison reappear scared me. I didn‘t know what to do.

“Allison, why are you here?” My voice broke.

She took a step toward me. Her lips trembled. “Careful…danger….”

Danger? Did that mean her murderer was out of prison? Just the thought of that perv touching or killing someone else made me want to hurl.

“No… another….”

Someone else?

“Allison, what are you trying to tell me?” I slowly got up off the ground. “Is the guy who killed you, out?”

Allison shook her head. It still freaked me out how much the dead looked like us, not fuzzy or semi- transparent like they show on TV. The ones I helped still looked the way they had when they‘d been killed, complete with all the blood and stuff.

Yet here was Allison. She should be in Heaven singing in one of those heavenly choirs Mom always talked about.

I bit my hangnail, ripping it off. I couldn‘t deal with this. Not now.

“Careful….”

The wind picked up, tossing loose papers everywhere. None of this affected Allison.

I had so many questions to ask her. I missed her. I knew she‘d understand me, even when others – including my mom – were clueless.

“Allison, what‘s it like to be…?”

The wind howled drowning out her answer. And just as quickly, Allison left. I felt as if something had punched me in the stomach. I pushed back the sickness threatening to escape.

What was going on? But even worse, I didn’t know what to do. One thing had been made perfectly clear. The rules had all changed and no one bothered to give me the new players’ guide.

Like what you’ve read? You can get Crossed Out at Lachesis Publishing or on amazon.

Connect with Kim Baccellia on her web site and on facebook and twitter.

Like our Lachesis Publishing page on facebook. Follow us on twitter.

Today’s Sneak Peek is from the YA paranormal Crossed Out by Kim Baccellia.

What it’s About:

Following the light can’t be that hard, right? So why don’t the dead just do it and leave Stephanie Stewart alone?

However nothing is ever as simple as it should be, as Stephanie learns when her hidden ‘gift’ becomes more than a nuisance, quickly turning unto a liability.

If she can’t learn to trust someone with her secret, the world as she knows it will go to hell. Literally. But if she doesn’t choose wisely, she might just end up learning firsthand how hard it is to follow that light.

Because she’s next on the list to be crossed out.

EXCERPT:

I couldn’t deal with Mom and her holier-than-thou attitude about decorating crosses. If she had any clue why I needed to do this, maybe she’d back off.

I pushed my hair aside and looked down at the wooden beams. My box of Sharpie pens lay close to my side. I had to get the design just right. Roses, or something plainer? It didn’t help that it was so cold in the garage.

Why was it so hard to help the dead go to the other side? It’d be a whole lot easier if they told me what they wanted on their crosses. Dead girl comes, asks for help, and tells me she’s into pink roses. Yes, that would make my job a lot easier.

But one thing I’ve learned is, life isn’t easy. Cliché, but true.

Figures, this was how I’d spend my time on a Saturday – sitting cross-legged on the floor in our garage, worrying about finishing a cross for some dead girl. In a few hours, Mom would drag me to Mrs. Swanson’s house for a sleepover. I didn’t really have time to decorate a cross.

And each time I tried to sketch, thoughts of the meeting drove any thought of the design out of my mind. I mean, how could I even think of helping others – albeit dead ones – when my own life was such a disaster?

I didn’t want to go. But Mom was using the whole sleepover as a way to get me to be around Hillary, whom she thought would be such a good example for me. But I couldn’t tell my mother the truth – I hated Hillary. Yes, we’d once been close, but it wasn’t as if we were BFFs anymore. No, Hillary made sure of that when I was stupid enough to trust her with my secret. A secret that was better left hidden. No one believed the dead could talk to you.

According to my last counselor, the only way that could happen is through serious Steven Spielberg special effects.

When I admitted to seeing one of my dead friends, he didn’t freak. No, he did something worse. He ended up suggesting to my parents that I needed to see a doctor – for serious psychological help. I mean, only crazy people see the dead.

And, I hate to say this, but the anti-anxiety meds and antidepressants don’t keep them away. Sometimes I wished the drug cocktail could just erase them. It sure would make my life a lot easier.

Sighing, I decided to go with pink roses. What girl didn’t like pink?

A sudden coldness permeated the garage. Jeez did Dad forget to close the back door again?

I pulled my hoodie tighter. Working in near darkness was bad enough without the drop in temperature.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

I dropped my black Sharpie.

Over in the corner of the garage loose papers and dust whirled around – a funnel growing larger and larger.

A light shone next to Mom’s holiday plastic boxes, illuminating some Christmas ornaments, tinsel, and wrapping paper.

“Stephanie…careful….”

The childish voice grew louder. A chill went up my back. I know that voice!

I blinked once and when I opened my eyes I saw the girl. Her long dirty blond hair was clumped into two pigtails, and her bikini top and cut-off Levis brought back memories of the YMCA pool three years ago where I‘d spent my summers.

Allison!

Omigod! I pushed the wooden cross aside. A tingling sensation burned through my whole body. Once I helped a dead person cross over, that was supposed to end the whole rescue scenario. The bright light appeared and poof! Well, not this time.

I scooted away, over the rough, cold pavement. This didn’t make sense. Though I was used to visits from the ―other‖ side, having Allison reappear scared me. I didn‘t know what to do.

“Allison, why are you here?” My voice broke.

She took a step toward me. Her lips trembled. “Careful…danger….”

Danger? Did that mean her murderer was out of prison? Just the thought of that perv touching or killing someone else made me want to hurl.

“No… another….”

Someone else?

“Allison, what are you trying to tell me?” I slowly got up off the ground. “Is the guy who killed you, out?”

Allison shook her head. It still freaked me out how much the dead looked like us, not fuzzy or semi- transparent like they show on TV. The ones I helped still looked the way they had when they‘d been killed, complete with all the blood and stuff.

Yet here was Allison. She should be in Heaven singing in one of those heavenly choirs Mom always talked about.

I bit my hangnail, ripping it off. I couldn‘t deal with this. Not now.

“Careful….”

The wind picked up, tossing loose papers everywhere. None of this affected Allison.

I had so many questions to ask her. I missed her. I knew she‘d understand me, even when others – including my mom – were clueless.

“Allison, what‘s it like to be…?”

The wind howled drowning out her answer. And just as quickly, Allison left. I felt as if something had punched me in the stomach. I pushed back the sickness threatening to escape.

What was going on? But even worse, I didn’t know what to do. One thing had been made perfectly clear. The rules had all changed and no one bothered to give me the new players’ guide.

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Today’s Q and A is with Lachesis Publishing author Kim Baccellia. Kim writes YA paranormal with a mixture of humor, sass, and spookiness. Her book Crossed Out (book 1 in a series) follows a teenage girl who can see dead people and has to get them to cross over. But an evil force is trying to stop her from doing this.

When did you first realize you wanted to become a writer and why?

I’ve always wanted to be a writer!  As a child I used to be the ‘storyteller’ of my neighborhood.  During that time the stories were a mix of what I was watching on TV—really bad B films mixed with Gilligan’s Island. I admit, I crushed big time on the Professor! In elementary school I loved writing short pieces in my 5th grade class.  My teacher, Mrs. Clements, always encouraged me to write more. The same with my 8th grade English teacher and high school journalism teacher. I wrote for my school newspaper too.

Describe your favourite place to write? 

I love writing at my local Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf coffee store. Great atmosphere and even better iced tea lattes. My favorite has to be the pomegranate blueberry mixed with sugar free chocolate powder. Nom! **Also I love their lemon bars!

What would I find on your desk at this very moment?

A couple YA books to review for the fab YA Books Central site.  The latest Buffy the Vampire the Slayer comic book. **Yes, I’m a huge fan. A Greek mythology book as well as a Parisian map to help with my current project.  Water and yes, some iced tea! I also have large headphones and my iPod handy with a collection of music to help with my writing. Right now it’s Pop music with songs from One Direction; Fault in Our Stars soundtrack; Coldplay; 30 Seconds to Mars, and Miley Cyrus.

What is your tea/coffee beverage of choice when you’re writing?

Love Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf ice tea lattes.  But if I’m not there?  I also love Teavana’s chocolate teas.  I add hazelnut or French vanilla soy creamer to them.  Nom.

What do you love to read?

Depends on my mood. Right now reading an action packed YA set in Ecuador. Also have the audio book Written In My Own Heart’s Blood by Diana Gabaldon on my iPhone. Love the richness of the language plus the Scottish accent is an added bonus!

 What is some good advice you can give to an emerging writer?

 Be persistent and never give up. This biz isn’t for the faint of heart.

What do you do after you finish a book? Do you celebrate or take a nap?

Depends! Sometimes I just want to go out and see the latest movie! Or yes, crash!

 You’ve written a paranormal for Lachesis – tell us about Crossed Out.

Sixteen-year-old Stephanie has an extracurricular hobby—she makes talismans, mostly crosses, and decorates them with the essence of recent murdered girls to help guide them to their vision of the Other Side. Everything is going fine until strange things start happening in her town, messing up her routine. It’s up to her to figure out what she needs to do before she’s next on the list to be crossed out.

 What do you enjoy about writing YA?

I think I’m a teen at heart.  I enjoy writing YA but have been playing around with doing a crossover novel.

What are you working on next?

I’m currently doing revisions on the sequel to No More Goddesses which is set in Paris, France and the Greek netherworld. I’m also finishing touches on a crossover thriller set in the not too distant future. This one has a forbidden love triangle. And of course, I plan on revisiting the sequel to Crossed Out this summer. Let’s just say Stephanie finds out the Other Side isn’t done with her yet.  There will be more reveals and suspense in the sequel!

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