If you were not a writer what would you be doing?
For
quite a while I was a virtual assistant, so I would probably still be doing
that if I never started writing. But, I do ghostwrite along with writing my own
books at this point in time.
If you wrote a book about your life what would the title be?
Strength
From Within
What is the hardest thing about being an author?
For
me, it’s definitely putting myself out there. I’m more reserved and observant
than a “hey, look at me” kind of person. In order to do this, you have to be
willing to talk about yourself and what you’re doing and that’s been a struggle
for me.
What is the best thing about being an author?
Telling
my stories. I’ve always been a bit of a storyteller, so getting to share these
stories from my mind and having others love them is the best feeling. I love
getting an email, message or review telling me how much someone loved one of my
stories.
Have you ever been star struck by meeting one of your
favorite authors? If so who was it?
You
know, I’ve never gotten the chance to meet anyone yet, but I hope to in the
future.
What book changed your life?
“The
Graveyard Book” by Neil Gaiman. To me, his writing defies genres. That was the
first book of his that I read and I remember having the thought that books
don’t have to fit in a mold to be good. They just have to tell a story that
draws you in and makes you feel.
What were some of your favorite books growing up?
I
couldn’t get enough of any of the Goosebumps books, anything by Roald Dahl or
Shel Silverstein.
What books are currently in your to be read pile?
I
plan to re-read Rhiannon Frater’s “As the World Dies” trilogy. I also have
“Soulstruck” by Natasha Sinel, “Wishtree” by Katherine Applegate and “Her.” by
Pierre Alex Jeanty
Which do you prefer ebooks, print, or audio books?
I
really prefer holding the actual book in my hand. But, I also don’t mind ebooks
in certain circumstances. After all, you only have so much shelf space!
If you could live inside the world of a book or series which
world would it be and why?
That’s
tough considering a lot of the books I read are post-apocalyptic, so I wouldn’t
want to live there! But if I had to live in one, it would probably be the
“Outlander series”. I wouldn’t mind a little bit of Jamie Fraiser. *wink wink*
Letters to God
Krystal Doolittle
Genre: Religious/Spiritual
Date of Publication: March 13, 2020
ISBN: 9798612411468
ASIN: B08544CKH9
Number of pages: 120
Word Count: 37,413
Krystal Doolittle
Genre: Religious/Spiritual
Date of Publication: March 13, 2020
ISBN: 9798612411468
ASIN: B08544CKH9
Number of pages: 120
Word Count: 37,413
Cover Artist: Krystal Doolittle
Tagline: What if God looked like you and me?
Book Description:
Rowan MacAllister never realized that she had become stuck in a boring cycle in her life until one day everything comes crashing down. Her best friend insists that they go to a new local psychic shop as a way to break out of the rut she’d been stuck in. But Rowan finds herself receiving wise advice that she takes to heart. She should start writing letters to let out everything that had been bottled up for far too long.
Penning a letter to God, she finds strange things happen the next day along with meeting an older woman named Mary. The two become fast friends and Mary seems to unknowingly address the letters that Rowan continues to write to God while they are apart. The coincidences become too much for Rowan who begins to wonder if perhaps Mary IS God.
Rowan searches for answers while putting the pieces of her life back together. Meanwhile learning that her thoughts truly do alter her reality and that sometimes the things you think are a curse can turn out to be a blessing in disguise.
Excerpt:
She stood and
hurried toward the hall and I saw her slip into the bathroom. After a moment, I
heard the sink turn on with a rush of water. Soon, it was turned back off and
she reappeared with a damp rag.
“Here,” she said
as she draped it over my face. “Lean back and relax for a moment.”
I did as I was
told, resting my head on the back of the couch and closed my eyes. She
positioned it so that the bulk of it was on my swollen eyelids. It was cold, but
it felt good against my skin.
“Your clothes
are fine, so you don’t need to change. But where could we go?” she said as if
she were speaking to herself. Plus, I had to admit that it felt nice to have
someone taking care of me at the moment. Even if she was trying to force me out
into the world.
“We can go
nowhere,” I pointed out. “That would be a win in my book.”
“You need to get
out of your rut,” Lila said, sounding unperturbed by my stubbornness. “That
means we need to do something you’ve never done before,” she mused.
“I’ve never
stayed home and eaten a whole pizza by myself,” I said as I lifted the
washcloth from one eye so I could look at her.
“You aren’t
winning,” she said raising an eyebrow at me. “So get over it.”
“Ugh,” I said as
I dropped the washcloth back. “Why am I friends with you again?”
I could hear the
smile in her voice when she responded. “Because I’m the only one that can put
up with that stubborn streak you have. I know how to get you to open up and see
what a wonderful world awaits you. There’s a big, bright world out there
waiting for you, Rowan. I’m the one that can convince you to do things that you
don’t want to do but are actually good for you.”
“Uh-huh,” I
said, not convinced. “You’re doing a bang-up job at that, you know?”
“Oh hush,” she
said. Finally, I felt as if my face had cooled and my eyes weren’t as puffy, so
I pulled the washcloth off and tossed it on the glass coffee table.
“Look, I don’t
really have the money to go out anyway,” I said shaking my head.
“Oh, I got it!”
she said loudly as she clapped her hands. “I know the perfect place.” I looked
at her, waiting for her to tell me what it was but she kept talking. “It must
be luck that I drove by and saw the place. But it’s absolutely perfect. I
wanted to go anyway, I just didn’t know who else to take.”
“Earth to Lila.
What are you talking about?” I asked as I waved my hands in front of her.
“Sorry,” she
said as she turned to me. “I saw this place that must have recently opened.
It’s a psychic reading shop. They had a sign out front that said two readings
for $100.”
“I definitely
don’t have that kind of money right now,” I sighed. “I’m a single woman now
with bills to pay.”
“Don’t worry, I
do,” she said waving her hand at me. “It’s perfect. You can get a reading to
find out what exactly is going on in your life and how you can change things
up!”
“I don’t know.
That’s a lot of money for someone to tell you a bunch of vague words and silly
predictions,” I said shaking my head.
“Oh, come on.
Live a little, Row. Let’s go have some fun and see what’s in store for your
future.” She wiggled her fingers at me and I laughed.
“If I do this
with you, does that mean I’m off the hook for the next nail salon trip?” I
asked. Lila was always convincing me to go with her so she had someone to talk
to. I, on the other hand, hated having my nails done.
“Yes,” she said
with a nod before grinning so wide I thought her face would split.
“Fine, I’ll go
then,” I said. “As long as you’re paying.”
“Definitely,”
she said with a nod. “Oh my gosh, Rowan! I’m so excited.” She couldn’t seem to
hold still which for me, wasn’t comforting.
“Well, that
makes one of us,” I said grumpily. “Let me get my shoes.”
About the Author:
Krystal lives in rural southeast Kansas, on the outskirts of an official ghost town with her husband and children, along with a multitude of animals. She can often be found taking a walk in nature, shuffling one of her many decks of tarot cards or finding something new to watch.
As a writer, she loves to craft stories that may be shorter in length, but are packed with unforgettable characters and situations that her readers can relate to. She understands that every villain can be a hero and every hero a villain.
My website is: https://www.krystalthewriter.com
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/krystalthewriter
a Rafflecopter giveaway
