Doves

There just aren't words.
I heard the news at work, and held it together until I got in my car and listened to the voicemail of condolence from my mom.

I knew there was something funky about today. I was melancholy from the get-go, but didn't know why.

I have so many memories associated with him and his music. Many nights listening to his lyrics while in high school, and just wondering what the hell they meant. His #1 hits was the second CD I ever bought. I remember looking up the lyrics to 'Let's Go Crazy' and being totally flabbergasted that the line was, "Let's look 4 the purple banana till they put us in the truck".

Then years later....So many sets, so many steps, so many twirls and lap dances while his music pounded loud as fuck and the older men appreciated the music.

R.I.P. you sexy beast.

A Different Journey

This second book in the Broken Bloodlines series, is a much different journey than the first book was.

Book 1: The Awakening was widely comprised of dream-like scenes that would pop into my head. Vivid, colorful and emotionally charged, I had to put them in the story. Incongruities with the rest of the plot?? Ah, don't worry about it. I'll make it work.
And eighty percent of my "weaving" did work, and was interesting. The other strange, analogous 20% was at least interesting, ha ha.

I don't think I've had any of those vivid scenes for this second book. I've had to really think my way through each chapter, but they've been coming easy enough so far **knock on wood**. And yes, some chapters came easier than others, but I've already put in far more work so far in this second book, than I did for most of the first.

I'm going to take some of that and apply it to the topic, "How I've Grown As a Writer." 

KR

Gummi Bears

Dearest Reader,

It is spring.
Yes, we might still get a snowstorm yet, but it is spring.

Saturday night is always bittersweet- you think, this time tomorrow night is the end of the weekend. A stupid thought, but I know I'm not alone in it.
I sat out on the porch for a while today, soaking in the sun and writing with my laptop, trying to get the ancient blood bags to cooperate with one of my main characters. They eventually saw his reasoning and relented, but it wasn't an easy journey.

Currently, my mouth is full of gummi bears- like, I've got about fifteen of them suckers crammed in their. I have an obsession with the said squishy bundles of high fructose corn syrup- they make me so happy.

Hope y'all are having a great weekend!
Keep reading,

K

Hiatus

I'm sure you've noticed, dear Reader, that The Awakening has been pulled off of Amazon's virtual shelving. I pulled it b/c I found an editor who is going to "jazz it up" before its re-release.
 There will also be a new cover!
Stay tuned!
K

Sneak Peek: Exposed II

Chemistry

Impatient for end result

The difference between a teaspoon

And a gulf of indifference

Rock hard crust and heavy insides

Let it build just for it to sink

And a fight ensues

With animal anger

And what's does it all mean anyway

Between best friends in space

I'm supposed to explain it later

When no one remembers

Don't push me away

When I'm just trying to help

Get you out of this tunnel

Let me lead you to the exit.