My Journey Through Spooky America

In two weeks, The Ghostly Tales of Bar Harbor will be released. This is the sixth book I’ve written for Arcadia’s Spooky America series, and its upcoming publication has me looking back on my spooky writing journey.

For those unfamiliar with the series, Spooky America is a collection of nonfiction books for the middle grade audience about haunted places in the United States. The books are written by various authors, adapted from the Haunted America series for adults. That means Spooky America authors don’t do the initial research about the locations; we take the original Haunted America books and modify them for young readers, shortening the content, updating stories as necessary, and making sure the tales deliver maximum spookiness while maintaining the history and culture of the setting.

The fact that these are adaptations and don’t require much research on my part might make you think the writing becomes formulaic after a time, but you’d be mistaken. Every book is different. Some cover a single city, while others cover a whole state or an entire region. Every Haunted America manuscript is unique, each place has its own personality, and although I don’t have to do the historical research myself, I love drawing from my own experiences in the area to give the Spooky America version of the tales a personal touch. That’s why I’m grateful to have been assigned so many books about places I’ve lived or visited.

But it’s not just the writing process that’s different each time. The world is different, too. I’m different.

The first Spooky America book I wrote was The Ghostly Tales of New England. The editor contacted me in the fall of 2019, on the recommendation of a fellow author, to talk about writing for the series. She and I had a lovely phone conversation in October, and she asked if I could start right away. However, the turnaround time for the manuscript was pretty tight, and I was still teaching in Austin, so I asked if I could be assigned a title in the second round of books instead. I was hoping I could do the bulk of my writing work over spring break. Little did I know how different the world was going to look in the spring of 2020.

I ended up writing The Ghostly Tales of New England at the start of the pandemic, while we were sheltering at home and learning how to work and teach online.

On March 24, 2020, I emailed my editor a few questions, but began the message with:

“The news out of New York is quite anxiety-inducing. I hope you’re doing ok. I’m thinking of you all.”

That was just eleven days after my school had closed a day early for spring break and then extended the vacation by two extra weeks. The unexpected break gave me plenty of writing time, but my mind was also preoccupied with the state of the world. (The break was eventually extended indefinitely. We did not reopen that school year.)

Then, on April 1, 2020, I began an email to her this way:

“I apologize for the delay in responding to your feedback. I think I’m suffering from ‘screen fatigue.’ As a teacher, I’m used to being on my feet all day and talking/ interacting for hours at a time. All these emails and zoom meetings and sitting in front of a computer all day are taking their toll on me, and my eyes and head need a rest when I’m done. But enough about me…”

Did I need to share all of that with my editor? No, I did not, lol. But she was very understanding. These were strange times for everyone, and she sent similar emails to me, apologizing for delays on her end and mentioning her struggles working from home with two kids.

Despite the stress of the pandemic and the unexpected work conditions, The Ghostly Tales of New England was published in August of 2020 and became a popular title in the Spooky America series.

My next four books bounced back and forth between locations in Texas and the northeast.

I was thrilled to get to write The Ghostly Tales of Austin about the city I’d lived in for over twenty years. I wrote it in the spring of 2021. That semester, we were back on campus teaching in person and online students at the same time, a scenario I never want to repeat. On the weekends, I took myself on field trips to the haunted locations in my books. Although my visits to the Driskill and Mount Bonnell and Moonshine Grill didn’t result in any ghostly encounters, they provided a much-needed escape from the chaos of the classroom.

Next, I was back among the New England ghosts, writing about the spirits in Burlington, Vermont. I wrote The Ghostly Tales of Burlington during the spring of 2022, while I was teaching my last semester before leaving the profession. I was also packing up my house to move away from Austin. By the time the book came out that August, I was living in my current home in Richardson, Texas.

Richardson is a suburb of Dallas, and it’s where I grew up, so I squealed with joy when Arcadia asked me to adapt Haunted Dallas for the middle grade audience. Having a book come out in the place I was living in a year when people were no longer social distancing was especially exciting because it meant I was finally able to do in-person publicity. I had done radio interviews and virtual readings for my previous books, but I had the privilege of appearing on both Good Morning Texas and Texas Today to talk about The Ghostly Tales of Dallas.

However, before the Dallas book even came out in May 2023, I was already working on the next one. I wrote The Ghostly Tales of Delaware in the spring of 2023, and it came out in August. That was a very spooky year for me.

After the Delaware book, I took a short break from ghost stories to work on some other writing projects, but in the fall of 2025, just after our vacation to Bar Harbor, Maine, Arcadia reached out to see if I’d be willing to write a new Spooky America book… about Bar Harbor, Maine. The decision was easy.

Now, six years after my first introduction to Spooky America, my sixth book is heading to bookstores. This one is full of cautionary tales, creepy cats, spooky ship captains, and a few little personal notes about my own trip to Bar Harbor. I’m proud of this book and can’t wait to see it in the world.

I’m grateful for everyone who has come along with me on my spooky writing journey, especially to those of you who have all five (maybe soon all six?) of my Ghostly Tales books on your shelves. I appreciate your support, and I love it when you send me photos of my books in the wild or share pictures of your kids reading them or tell me that you gave one as a gift or left one in a little free library. Those messages always put a big smile on my face.

Thank you, also, for reading this blog post. If you made it to the end, I want to give you a chance to win a free copy of The Ghostly Tales of Bar Harbor. To enter, you can:

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    If you do all of the above, you’ll be entered to win three times! Best of luck. I’ll announce the winner here on May 5th.

    Ode to Cedar Waxwings


    Ode to Cedar Waxwings

    by Carie Juettner

    Who, oh who is pooping blue
    upon my flagstone walk?
    Oh, I see, it’s all of you—
    a cedar waxwing flock.

    Descending on my yard in droves,
    your high-pitched song is merry,
    for you have found a treasure trove
    of ripe ligustrum berries.

    Your feathers fade from brown to gray
    with a tail that’s tipped in gold.
    Though you visit, you never stay—
    in your bandit mask, so bold.

    Maybe you think your little disguise
    will shield you when you swoop
    into my yard, filling my skies,
    splattering my home with poop.

    I see through your clever trick
    but still fall for your charms.
    When I go outside to snap a pic—
    Splat! Blue poop on my arm.

    *

    I love these beautiful birds, despite their inconsiderate pooping habits. If you’re unfamiliar with cedar waxwings, I highly suggest visiting the Cornell Lab’s website to learn more about them and see photos much better than mine of their gorgeous markings.

    Balanced Between the Pages: My Past, Present, and Future Reading

    First, let us tune in to a conversation inside my brain, already in progress…

    Irrational Side of My Brain: “January is slipping away and we haven’t even blogged about our 2026 reading goals yet!”

    Rational Side of My Brain: “It’s January 7th. Chill. Also, no one is currently sitting at their computer anxiously waiting for us to post our reading goals.” *

    Irrational Side: (wide-eyed, whispering) “Okay but let’s hurry up and do it anyway.”

    Rational Side: (sighing) “Fine.”

    Just a few of the books on my to-read list.

    Happy New Year, everyone! Welcome to my brain. Does anyone else get overwhelmed with the desire to reflect on everything that happened during the past year AND set goals for the coming year all at the same time? I know I said I would embrace the liminal in2026, but I feel like I need a non-week between December 31st and January 1st that doesn’t actually exist in the real world just so I can FINISH the old year before STARTING the new one. I need time to CATCH UP and PREPARE, TIDY and CREATE, REFLECT and RESOLUTE. (<– Is that a word?**) I imagine this week looking something like Janet’s void from The Good Place.

    Welcome to my void. Don’t mess it up.

    But since that non-week doesn’t exist, I used the first real week of the new year to get myself organized, and now I feel like for the rest of 2026, I’ll be a week behind. ***

    So let’s get to it. The clock is ticking.

    * Note: If you actually have been anxiously waiting for me to post my reading goals, please don’t tell me. The irrational side of my brain doesn’t need the encouragement.

    ** RESOLVE. That’s the word I was looking for. Lol.

    *** No spoilers, please.

    The Past

    Last year, I set a goal to read a total of 65 books and complete one bingo card.

    I actually finished my book bingo blackout in August (go me!) but it took me until December 28th to complete my 65th book. (Several were children’s or middle grade, so they were quick reads, just FYI.)

    My cousin sent me a cool chart for determining your favorite book of the year. Here’s mine:

    Filling this out was difficult because some months I read lots of books I loved, while other months didn’t have any real winners. However, it was fun to make, and I stand by my favorite book of the year: Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver.

    Devotions was my favorite book of 2025 for many reasons. For one thing, it had been on my reading list for years, and it’s always nice to move a long-time “to-read” title over to the finished pile. Also, since the book is a large collection of poems, I read it slowly from the beginning of February to the beginning of October, so the pages kept me company for eight long months and traveled with me many times to Staycation, my favorite (and now gone) coffee shop. If anyone had been watching me read at Staycation (creepy), they may have noticed me turning the pages backwards. That’s because the author’s most recent poems were at the beginning of the collection, with her older work at the end, and I wanted to read her words in the order that she wrote them.

    But the best part of Devotions was not when or where or how I read it, but the content itself. Mary Oliver’s poems look closely at nature, wildlife, humanity, faith, and death. Her subjects resonate with me, her style appeals to me, and there were multiple moments when one of her lines or stanzas took my breath away with its poignancy. Devotions inspired me to write many new poems of my own, and I’m quite pleased with a few of them. I’m so glad I read it.

    The Future (Yes, I know I’m going out of order. Irrational brain has taken over again.)

    This year, I have three reading-related resolutions.

    1. I set the same goal to read 65 books this year, since it seemed like an achievable but challenging number last year.
    2. I made a new book bingo card. No book may count for more than one square here, and I hope to get another blackout.
    To make your own bingo card, visit this post.

    3. I’m going to attempt to read a book that starts with every letter of the alphabet. Articles (a, an, the) at the start of a title will not count, and I will allow any book with “x” in the first word to count for the letter X.

    Additionally, I’m going keep track of the colors of the books I read on the page below, with no real goal in mind except to make a pretty, colorful bookshelf.

    That’s what’s in store for my 2026 reading year. I’d love to hear what’s on your to-read pile!

    The Present

    We are now a week into 2026. The past has passed and the future has been carefully organized into to-do lists. It’s time to focus on the present.

    I usually only carry over one, maybe two, liminal books from one year to the next, but this year… I have five. These are the books that crossed the threshold of the year with me.

    I began reading each of these titles in November or December, and when the calendar flipped on January 1st, they were all still unfinished.

    It’s funny—I didn’t realize the common themes among them until I started putting this blog post together. Desks, writing, witches, plants, and definitely the color green. Maybe there’s a message here in this specific collection of books I’m carrying across the divide into 2026. (And maybe not.) Either way, now that the goal setting is over and I’ve stepped out of my void, it’s time to live in the present moment.

    I hope you have a lovely evening. I’m going to curl up in a cozy corner and read.