Posted by: Author | November 4, 2021

Lula Mae Haverstock

My great grandmother was Mallie Reba Phillips before she married my paternal great grandfather, Carver Houston Fowler. I used their names and personalities in my story called Carver’s Fall. LINK My great grandmother was sassy and born in 1894. Her youngest sister was born in 1915 and named Lula Mae Haverstock. I was lucky enough to know them all. My great grandfather died in 1976 and great grandmother in 1987– she was still raking her own yard at age 92 with a cane in one hand and a rake in the other. Her son, my grandfather, fussed at her all the time about it, but she didn’t care. She did what she wanted. 🙂 I like to think I get my spunk from her.

Great, great aunt Lula Mae died only 17 months after my great grandmother despite the age difference. Lula Mae was a spitfire. I always admired her as she was more than life-size in her stories and attitudes. She was a heavy smoker (probably why she passed at a younger age than her sister). She was a redhead and so glamorous even in her older years. Lula Mae served in the Army Nursing Corps in WWII and Korea. I remember listening to her talk and being fascinated by all she said. I’m sure she knew I was enthralled by her, but she always took the time to talk and laugh with us kids.

I bet you’re asking, “Why are you telling us all this, Jillian?” Well, I couldn’t decide on a name for my heroine for my NaNoWriMo story until my dad and I were talking about Lula Mae on Sunday and then it dawned on me, what better over the top character could I write than someone based on this lady who served with honor and distinction in two war zones? And who kept her joie de vivre despite all the things she’d seen and all the young men she helped save despite horrific injuries?

So, my heroine will share my great great aunt’s name and some of her personality traits–and will have served in the Army Nursing Corps.

Posted by: Author | November 1, 2021

Tuesday Tales- November 2, 2021- Arm

Since I started NaNoWriMo today with a new story– first time I’ve written in months–I am sharing here on Tuesday Tales. This is the opening scene- unedited of course. This week, the word prompt is arm.

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The park at Seville Square is usually quiet. Sometimes, there are school kids on field trips to the historical district who run off excess energy while eating their sack lunches al fresco under the shade of some of the huge oaks. Other times, when there’s a festival, such as the seafood one in September, there are booths of food, crafts, and activity centers for the children. Shoppers galore visit neighbors and friends as they mill about looking for treasure.

The Gulf Coast Arts Festival the first weekend in November had long been a favorite of Lula Mae Haverstock. But not this year. Not while she was flat on her back next to the gazebo, knowing she might have had a psychotic break and trying to hide it from all the concerned faces of the people looking down on her in dismay.

Vision blurred, she was unsure exactly how she got here, but she was pretty sure she was seeing some strange things. It had been a sunny day, but some kind of fog now lay over the park and wisps of smoke or something flitted in and out of her peripheral vision. Some actually appeared to be people—vaporous and in strange garments—yet not solid and touchable.

 Her friend, Amanda Bonds, patted her hand. “Are you all right, Lu? That was a nasty fall. Say something.”

All that came out was, “Thomas Jefferson?” Lu knew she’d probably suffered brain damage as she stared at one of the men standing over her. He was dressed in what she could only identify as maybe colonial garb, with a huge hat that actually reminded her of the style Napoleon Bonaparte wore. It made her head hurt worse trying to decipher what or who he was. Wasn’t Bonaparte older than Jefferson?

The man in the big hat looked at her askance. “Thomas Jefferson? Good Gad, woman. What kind of person do you take me for?”

Lu tried to shake her head, but it hurt too much. And now that she could focus just a little more she realized her left arm was hurting.  She reached over to investigate and touched something sticky.

Posted by: Author | October 31, 2021

NaNoWriMo 2021

National Novel Writing Month starts tomorrow, November 1. I’ve been on a bit of an involuntary hiatus from writing, but am determined to get back to it. I love the crazy madness of NaNoWriMo, so I’m hopeful I’ll get some words on paper this coming month. I hope to be back with more Tuesday Tales as well.

My NaNo story will be a bit of another ghost story, this one taking place in modern times but focused on the historical district of my hometown. We have a brilliant history here in the City of Five Flags—we’ve been ruled by the Spanish, French, English, Confederacy, and the United States. Significant battles have taken place here, a widow of a signer of the Declaration of Independence lived her after his death and is buried in one of our historical cemeteries. We even have the shame of having held Geronimo as a prisoner at one of our forts. This book will—hopefully—shed some light on some of our stories from the past with a fun little twist. Geronimo will most likely not make an appearance as I am not proud of how the community treated him—like an exhibit in a zoo —breaks my heart. I want the novel to be mostly light-hearted, so I’m choosing to leave that out.

Andrew Jackson, first governor of Florida when it became a US territory, will be in the opening scene. He’s kind of a problematic figure, but he’s an integral part of the opening I have envisioned.

The working title is ”Psychic or Psychotic” — my NaNo page says it’s an untitled Pirate story and I need to fix that—as soon as I remember my password—or get to my work computer where it’s saved. 😀 There may or not be a pirate in the book—as a pantser, I won’t know until I know—I CAN say there ARE some to choose from in local history. 😀 Even rumors of Jean Lafitte.

Posted by: Author | October 19, 2021

It’s release day for my alter-ego’s new novel. The main character was inspired by my paternal great-grandmother and her tombstone.

No one is more surprised than sane, sensible Sophronia Neal when she inherits a Victorian manor from an elderly man she befriended at the bookstore she manages—except perhaps his two grandchildren who are outraged at the turn of events.


From that day, her existence becomes fraught with danger and intrigue. Not only does the house hold secrets Sophronia doesn’t understand, strange occurrences in her life make her question her sanity.

When she is attacked while walking her dog, she can’t decide if her life is in danger from a very real person intent on harming her or if there’s something more sinister at work—perhaps a restless spirit? LINK

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