Short Love

My Dear Readers,
 
   I am taking a VERY SHORT (okay, pun intended) break from Underbelly,  to work on short stories.  I just finished one that I actually started um, six years ago? LOL. Better late than never, right? And no, I cannot share it with you. It's a horror piece, and I think it's pretty decent.
Thanks for stopping by.

KR

The Words We Wield

Dear Readers,
  You can tell how deep into a novel I am, by how often I blog. See, right now I should be working on Chapter 20 but Chapter 20 involves a LOT of backstory, and description. The backstory isn't so hard, but description.....WHY am I so bad at description? I see it in my head, and just have trouble translating it onto paper. Why is that? It's infuriating, I get so impatient and just write trash. (And not like trash-on-its-way-to-becoming-good-writing, I mean trash.)
  Okay, Okay, I'm going to try to get words down.
Thanks for stopping by,

KR

Crunch Time

August 19th.
Expected release date of Underbelly Series Book 1: Demons Dead  December 26th, 2016.
CRUNCH TIME!
I get in about 1K words a day. Today I went off topic & worked a bit on short stories, I admit. We all know, however, that switching up the work can be a good thing. And I'm being a good little writer, -on a Friday night, sitting up here in my writing cave, with my laptop going and my notebook with my longhand scrawls in it beside me.
I'm just procrastinating a tiny bit by writing this blog post. But see, this post is important, because I need to update my readers on my progress.
 I can reason my way out of anything.

Happy Friday evening!

KR

Older Notice

It's funny how your priorities change as you age; and how national/worldwide events stick more.
 I'm watching the Olympics tonight, and just marveling at the the physical prowess being displayed. Utterly amazing. I feel happy for any country that gets winners, I don't hate. I love the displays of nationalism,and get sad over the devastating losses that occur. There have been some gruesome injuries as well, which is heartbreaking.
  Having said that, I don't remember anything from the 2012 Olympics. Or the 2008. Definitely none of the ones before.
  And I feel ashamed over that. Like, why wasn't I paying attention? Recording it somehow?
 And looking back over my twenties, I feel like I failed to record so much. So many important events, milestones, holidays, etc. (I did, however, cut out our local paper's announcement of Barack Obama's win in 2008 and pasted it to the inside of that year's diary. Fo Sho.)
 But that's part of being in your twenties, I've concluded. You're selfish. You're stuck in your small universe, most of which is taken up by whatever relationship drama you're experiencing. You're still putting up with shit that will no longer fly in your thirties (thank god!) You're not reaching out to estranged or distant relatives, making sure they're doing well.
You can bet you're doing that in your thirties, tho.

Just some late night thoughts.
Thanks for stopping by,

KR
 

Have I Made Any Progress?

Help me, dear readers. I'm stuck in a hole of self-doubt.
Today I am wondering- have I made any progress on being a "normal productive adult"?
  It's been three years since I left my former life, and I've had moderate success at leaving that hot mess behind and being an adult.
  Bpphhhttttt!
Up until recently I really thought I had made major progress. But now I'm being chased by the self-doubt monster and I'm thinking, "Am I irrevocably damaged?"
 Did I spend too much time in the underbelly of society, running wild? Can I still be successfully acclimated into the business world? Or am I always going to struggle with self-doubt and anxiety?
 I guess I'm wondering if because I didn't have the building blocks of adulting established early on, I am always going to be struggling to catch up. Did I spend too much time seeing things through a haze of smoke and fog to ever be able to fully clear it? Am I broken?
  I feel like no one gets my sense of humor. I feel like I fail miserably as an adult. And its funny- all I wanted when I was 18, was to be 30, and to be living a sensible, adult life. Man, if I could only have looked ahead and seen what a crock of shit it is, haha.
I was lucky to be able to escape, but it is not easy. That industry is so very different on so many levels from the real world, that it's a roller coaster of acclimation that a lot of former dancers fail at. I will not fail, but I've got to find my niche. That's the struggle.
  Ok, I'll stop whining and get to writing.

KR

Tactic Infatuation

Sometimes it's just the weight of the book.
Sometimes it's the impeccable binding.
Quite often, it is the smell. I love to bury my nose it its center crack and breathe in deeply *giggle*. But seriously, I love that smell. The book smell. You know it.

Untitled as of Yet

                 Don't blame me for
        My windswept atrocities;
                        To live and die
By the random order of things
                Is a certain freedom.
           To defy order and logic
                   Is to find it in glory.

*Coming Soon* EXP2

KR

Manic Monday

Another Monday, another one feeling cheated out of the weekend.
 I'm quite melancholy today, I'm missing everything from my former life. Cursing all the time I wasted when I could have gotten my writing career off the ground, so I wouldn't be dragging my ass to this stupid day job.
  I know, I know, suck it up and stop whining. But I rarely whine on here anymore so I feel like I've earned it.
  I promised my readers Underbelly Book 1 by December, which is a tight schedule. Means I have to finish the first draft by like, tomorrow, in order to have enough time to revise and get it set by December.
  I think my annual summer is-ending-panic is starting to kick in also. The summer is waning, and my vegetables will be ready to harvest soon.
  Ugh. Monday, please pass quickly.

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