Wild Child

My father recently said to my husband: "Hold onto her as long as you can- she's a wild one."
At first it just seemed like an off-hand humorous remark to him, but now that I stop and think of what my life so far must look like to my father, (the parts that he's aware of, at least) I'm sure he wholeheartedly meant it. Working on farms and thoroughly loving playing in cowshit throughout high school, marrying the wrong guy at 18, dancing for strange men at 19, divorced at 27, getting married again at 29.
  I feel like I'm going to turn into the crabby old woman who just doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks- I'm going to throw caution and self-preservation to the wind and just let the world have me. I'm going to wear wild outfits that darken to blacks as I age, and you'll see me in the park at dusk, feeding the pigeons. And once senility takes hold, I'm sure the clothes will start coming back off and I'll constantly be cited for indecency by the local law enforcement.

K

Listening to Crazy

I've been working steadily on Book 2 of the Broken Bloodlines series, and that old excitement is creeping back up on me. Characters are floating around in my brain, and the writing has been fairly easy so much. They are all talking to me, letting me know what needs to happen. I'm a more mature writer at this point, working on Book 2. How many years ago was Book 1 started? Gosh, I believe it has been more than a decade. Oh man, I shouldn't have done the math just then. Damn.
  I've been listening to audiobooks steadily since about October, and I've got to tell you, I am totally smitten. Having that auditory stream going through my head all week driving back and forth from work has really helped me with description in my writing. I always struggled with slowing down enough to expand a scene to make it a clear picture for the reader. I hear the story much more clearer in my own head.

KR
 

Decade-adence

I have quite a pile of poems collected for Exposed II, I expect it's release around fall.....
It's going to be quite a different collection- whereas Exposed I was all raunch, and sex and misbehaving, Exposed II is coming a decade later and the author is a much different, refined person. Is refined the correct word? Warped? Mature? (Sometimes.) So for those of you that are familiar with the first collection, don't expect the same thing of short filthy lines.This second batch is darker, more life-oriented as opposed to bedroom romp.
 The only thing that is consistent, I would say, is the strong imagery.
I believe that strong imagery in poetry is a must-have, no matter what you're subject matter. Imagery is one of the main life forces of poetry.
Stay tuned....

Exposed II

Wild Child 

By: Kelly Raine 

Lying like a bitch in heat

That's chained at the neck

It tugs, it tugs,

Busy day helps bury temptation

And confusion knocks at my ribs

Rock about like a cradle

Of misfit toys

Maybe this is all wrong

An illusion of good fortune

And progress of the middle class

But ends at a dead end

A different kind of fog

Wrapped around the brass pole

And the mirrors will reveal

the existence of all that you've worked for

And how you no longer belong

With these co-eds

And their university of stagnation

Stare at yourself

And decide what you can live with

And what is smoke and

Nothingness.

The Awakening by Kelly Raine

The characters won't lay down and die. Some days I wish they would but they don't. So Kaellina and Calissa's story continues in the second book, The Rising. Kaellina is coming into her necromancer powers, which is going to send Nashel into a tailspin. Can Calissa find a way to defeat her evil twin?

http://www.amazon.com/Awakening-Book-Broken-Bloodlines-ebook/dp/B00OZZQYS8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1455849461&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Awakening+by+Kelly+Raine

Tri-fecta

Thought of the Night: 
I'm essentially a compilation of three personalities: there's Superficial me, who just wants to shop and get manicures, there's Writer me, who's dorky, humble and concerned with the written word, and there's Serious me, who's professional and focused and productive. Sometimes Serious me mates with Superficial me, which is actually a nice mix. 

Season Guilt

Tonight, I admitted to myself: Summer is not my season.
Most of my life, I have fought against this- every spring, determined to make the most of the warm season. I'm going to go to the beach, go to the lake, plant a magnificent garden and weed it consistently, hang out with people.........
Then around this time in the season I "remember" that I hate hot weather, I get lightheaded every time I stand up due to low blood pressure, I hate crowded beaches, I'm not comfortable swimming in bodies of water where I can't see the bottom, and I really don't want to hang out with people.
 I wish Fall lasted forever. See, that is a season. Cooler temperatures, fantastic foliage, wider selection of clothing to wear......
 Part of it is seasonal guilt that my mother instilled in me- "Get out there and enjoy the weather!" "Why are you inside? It's beautiful outside!" "We have such a short season, we're already losing daylight!"
 Now, I'm not in love with winter. If it was a whole month shorter- say, just cut out the whole month of March- that would be a big improvement. However, I remember my childhood and sitting in my rocking chair in front of the fireplace, and those are some of my favorite ones.
 This is also the time of the season when I'm split-half of me is terrified that the summer is drawing to a close, and the other half is getting excited about the oncoming fall.
  K