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Saturday, 29 December 2012

I Write Because I Have to...


"I write because I have to.”    - Adrian Meade.

For every writer their reasons for writing are different, but Adrian Meade and I have something in common. We write because we have to.

I write to fulfill a purpose.

I have an itch that never goes away, a yearning that fills my soul, and a passion for the words yet to come.  The moment I place fingers to keyboard, or pen to paper I feel released from the ties that bind me to a normal, everyday life. I relish in the ability to take myself to another world where love and evil exist, and I can decide if love conquers all.

I write because I have to.

I write to stop the constant whispers inside my head. To halt the flashes of scenes and dialogue that run across my mind. I write to stop my hands from shaking. I write so I can sleep at night.

I write to tell a story, to touch lives, to bring you into a world that is not your own. I write to evoke your emotions, to draw a tear, to cause a frown, and to make you laugh.

I write because it is a need, a constant thought, a push from behind.
I write because it is a part of who I am—it is in my bones, and my blood.

I write to live, because it is how I breathe.

I write because I have to.
 
Kat

Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Author Kenna Mckinnon's SPACEHIVE


"Wickedly funny and brimming with satire—a strange and quirky twist on the science fiction genre that will leave you in stitches."—Derrick Hibbard, author of IMPISH

 
Earth was in danger.

Jealous eyes gazed toward our Sun from a planet called Jive Hive in another star system, black compound eyes that peered without compassion as though we were flies caught on sticky paper ready for the fire.

 
Excerpt:

The first of their suns was setting as blood-orange light spilled into the valley. Three female worker bees, two over seven feet tall and the other not quite five feet, sat under a purple-flowered tree, sorting through various blossoms, while other bees worked nearby.

"We can't go on like this much longer," Banter said. "There are too many of us. The hive has to find a new home. The Black Watch wasps, vicious as they are, know what they're doing. They've been scanning the skies for hundreds of years and keeping a check on our population."

She sat next to her cousins, Zibb and Bipp. They had worked all day collecting pollen for their hive. Now they rested and talked of the Imperative—to colonize. The whole Jive Hive planet was abuzz with the news.

"Yes," Zibb agreed. "The queen said this one is a plum ripe for the picking and only eight light years away. We'll be tired from the long sleep when we arrive. It'll be a brand new adventure for us. A new Jive Hive."

"Too bad there are beings there." Banter selected a fresh flower and began culling its nectar.

"Too bad we have to kill them all," Zibb said.

 
Reviews:

"Sometimes humorous, sometimes terrifying, and always imaginative, this high-tech, interplanetary tale will keep you buzzing through page after page. You will never look at bees the same way!" —Val Muller, author of Corgi Capers: Deceit on Dorset Drive

"Highly recommended for youngsters and their parents alike!" – Derrick Hibbard, author of Impish

"Many novels have a sting in the tail, SPACEHIVE is literally full of them! I thoroughly enjoyed it from start to finish. SPACEHIVE is not only imaginative, but also extremely thought provoking. An absolute credit to this first time author. Bravo!" —Philip Parry, author of Wishful Thinking

"SPACEHIVE is a fast paced, cross-pollination of a plot populated with invading giant wasps and bees sure to sting the imagination of its target audience." ~ Paula Shene, author of Mandy the Alpha Dog

"Don't get stung and miss this. You'll hive a great read and get a buzz." —Alan Place, author of Pat Canella: The Dockland Murders

 


 

Kenna McKinnon is a freelance writer/photographer and self-employed medical transcriptionist who lives in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. SpaceHive is her debut novel, published by Imajin Books.

Kenna has lived for many years with schizophrenia. She is the proud mother of three wonderful children and three grandsons. Follow her blog or follow her on Twitter or Facebook.

 
 Canadian author Kenna McKinnon's debut novel SPACEHIVE is available FREE December 26-28 on Amazon, http://tinyurl.com/cvg9c4t

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Friday, 16 November 2012

Deep Tissue Massage, My Eye!!


Well, I went for my very first deep tissue massage. First, let me explain why I felt the need to have this, to put it lightly, hellish experience.
I’ve been having neck and shoulder problems due to over lifting, hours on my laptop and well, living with four boys.  I know what you’re thinking the latter would be a different kind of pain, one in the lower backside, but that is not the case.

I woke up bright and early excited to for what the day would bring...my massage. I was pumped for some long awaited relief from the aching and spasms I’d been going through.  Thus, it was 2 pm and I found myself stripped to my undies and lying under a warm blanket.
Awe yes, it was nice.

My bliss was short lived when the nice female masseuse walked in, who I later will refer to as the Dragon lady. The first thirty seconds of the massage was great, until pressure was added. Now, pay close attention here; when I say pressure I’m not talking about some miniscule rubbing of one’s back. I am referring to the weight of an elephant pushed into my already exhausted and sore muscles.
No swear word can convey the amount of pain this Dragon Lady caused. I was rendered listless as she dug her strong hands into my ribs, pressed her fingers into my spine, and at one point dislocated my shoulder blade from the muscle. Yes, yes this did happen all while I shrieked in pain.

Now, for some of you who know me I like to cuss, but never when meeting someone new and definitely not while getting a damn massage. But on this day I not only swore, I screamed obscenities directly at the masseuse. I wanted to slap her, and had I not been lying on my stomach and afraid to move for fear of causing myself more pain, I just might of.  
I’m positive the Dragon lady had heard it all, because she just chuckled and said in a polite voice, “Let it all out.”

Let it all out? Let it all out!!! Was she insane? Was I? What the hell was I doing there, and how, HOW was this going to make me feel better? When I was sure I’d never walk again.
It gets worse, folks. Just when I thought it was over, she began a deep, digging of my tail bone. It didn’t feel good. It burned. I felt like I needed to go to the washroom. My legs tingled, and my left eye began to throb. This scared the crap out of me. How was my ass attached to my eye?

I was so happy when she announced the hour was up, and left me to dress. I rolled off the bed, and sluggishly put on my clothes. I didn’t feel like a million bucks, I felt like I’d been hit by a cement truck. I took my tired, beaten body home and fell asleep on the couch.
The next day I felt worse.  I was stiff and sore. My body was punishing me for what I’d done. My fingers didn’t want to type, my legs didn’t want to walk, and to top it all off my ass hurt, or was it my eye?  

 
Cheers,
Kat

Monday, 29 October 2012

Gripping Story, WHITE HEAVEN WOMAN free today!!

My guest today is author, Jessie B Tyson to talk about her latest release, WHITE HEAVEN WOMAN.

 
White Heaven Women is a gripping tale set in Whitehaven, Cumbria, UK. Flashing between 1899/ early 1900s to 2000, readers are introduced to two sisters, Beth and Sarah, and the fate that awaits them.

Jessie, why did you write this book?

Where to begin, and most importantly, to keep it short. When I lived in North England, I was a Home/Community Support worker for a woman who suffered from Palsy and she asked me to write her life story. All went well for a few weeks until...bingo one morning m imaginative muse took over like a control freak, it wouldn't let me write the truth about her anymore! The only thing in my story that is true now ist he existence of blue ghosts.

 
Excerpt:

Helen's face ran red with silent indignation.

"Hmm, I thought you'd have nothing to say. Just keep your mouth shut, Helen. As long as Lady Constance is happy, then my prosperity will continue. So I don't give two hoots what anyone in here thinks."

A well-attired young man wearing a navy suit and a pale gray shirt smiled and approached their table. He introduced himself as Terrence Hatter. "Please, may I join you ladies?"

Rachel's eyes flashed with desire when she noticed his expensive clothing.

"Yes, please do. How long have you been in town, Mr. Hatter?"

Beth raised her eyebrows, wondering what was going on. No stranger had ever approached to join them before. What's going on? Is Rachel pretending she doesn't know this man?

"My company in Carlyle is flourishing," Terrence said, "so I intend to open another branch in Whitehaven. I'm searching for an agreeable companion to show me around since I've never been here before."

 



 
You can find White Heaven Woman here:
Contact Jessie here:
 
Thanks, Jessie!
Get your copy of WHITE HEAVEN WOMAN today while it's FREE!!!!!!
 
 

Monday, 17 September 2012

Name One of Our Characters Contest!


Happy Monday, Friends!!

Today is the start of a five day contest fellow author, Alison Bruce and I are having.

We need your help!

Alison, and I are both writing two historical western novellas to be put into one book. These two stories will coincide and share one similarity, twin sisters.

Alison will write the story of one twin, while I will delve into the other.

We’d like our fans and friends to choose the names of these main protagonists.

All you have to do is comment on this blog, or our Facebook pages with the name or names you want us to choose. The winner(s) will receive a signed copy of Alison’s UNDER A TEXAS STAR and a signed copy of my CHASING CLOVERS.

The final day of the contest is Friday, Sept. 21st.

We will announce the winners on Monday, Sept. 24th on my blog and facebook.

Alison's Facebook Fan Page         
Kat's Facebook Fan Page
 

Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Sinus Cold + Neti Pot = Disaster


I'm sick.
I have a head cold, one that has kept me up all night. It’s in my sinuses, and my face feels like someone punched me with brass knuckles. Not that I’d know what brass knuckles feel like, but I figure it would hurt like hell. I can’t talk without sounding like a cross between Elmer Fudd and a body builder, and to my disappointment I cannot use a damn Neti Pot.

The Neti Pot is a great idea, pour salted water into your nasal canal and let it drop out the other end, thus allowing you to clean out your sinuses. Fantastic!

Well, this did not work so well for me. I have chosen to, at the exact time I have inserted the Neti Pot into my right nostril and allowed the water to go into my nasal canal, hyperventilate. Yes, panic. I cannot breathe and I’m sure I will drown.

I am instructed to breathe through my mouth slowly, hyperventilating doesn’t work this way. I choked on my own snot. It was disgusting. Not to mention completely unattractive. I was spitting, gagging and gasping. It was a mess. By the time I was done, I had water, and snot everywhere, plus I almost vomited twice.

Now, for the many friends who use this contraption, I applaud you for doing this right. I, on the other hand cannot seem to figure it out, and to save myself the displeasure of doing it wrong again, I will not attempt the Neti Pot in the near future.

I some how found the strength to crawl to my bed. My throat was sore from dry heaving, and my head was pounding. I opened my package of cherry flavoured Halls and popped one into my mouth. All pleasure dissapeared when I noticed new writing on the wrapper. “Be Strong” it read.
Hmmm.
I opened every one of the wrappers and they all had an inspirational saying on them. “Keep your chin up”  “March Forward” “Impress yourself today”

Halls, you need to shut up!

I don’t want to be strong. I feel like S@%t!
Impress myself?? Yeah, I can’t even blow my nose without passing gas.

I haven’t slept in two days. Someone has taken a bloody hammer to my head and won’t quit. My cheeks and teeth throb and ache, and the Telus Lady who called today thought I was a man!!
Halls should remove those quotes in exchange for ones like these “Go take a nap” “Call in sick” or “Take the week off”

I know one thing for sure. I’m switching to Ricola. They taste like hell, but that’s how I feel.
Kat

Monday, 6 August 2012


A Dream Come True.

Writing is something that has always been a part of my life. When I was young I’d write stories about anything I thought was interesting. As I got older the act of writing became so much more than jotting down stories about my neighbour’s quirky cat. It was a way for me to express what I felt passionate about and wanted others to know. Writing fiction is no different, at least for me it isn’t. When I sit down and begin a story, I need to have passion in order for the words to flow. I need to connect with my readers and this is the way I do that.

When I began thinking of ideas for CHASING CLOVERS, I knew I wanted to write a novel that would touch my reader’s lives. This was a long thoughtful and time consuming process. I wrote character biographies that were so in depth I wondered if I’d ever actually write the book. However, this process was essential to me and my writing. I needed to know my characters well enough to write about their trials and tribulations—to be able to feel empathy for them. After I finished the biographies I needed to do research, this was the fun part. I loved learning about Mail Order Brides, and how people lived in the 1800’s.

I wrote a chapter outline, and I didn’t follow it. Once I was half way through the book, the characters went in their own direction and my chapter outline went out the window. Scenes changed and the story evolved from a small portion of my brain to consume me, keeping me up nights. I grew to love my characters and I strived to help them with their plight.

After I had the rough draft of CHASING CLOVERS completed, I hired an editor. Together we worked on making the book what it is today. A few months after the final draft, I prepared my query letter, and synopsis. I had done a bit of research on publishers during the editing process, and since I knew my target audience was women I looked for that genre. After antagonizing over whom to send out to, I decided on a handful of publishers. The manuscript was bound by elastic bands and slipped into a brown envelope. The Postal worker, a polite gal, had to pry the manuscript from my white fingers, as I tried to hold it for a little bit longer. She reassured me it would be in good hands, and I left feeling as if a part of me was gone.

Soon rejections arrived in my mailbox, along with discouragement and wondering if this is what I should be doing as a career. With the help and encouragement of my family and friends, I kept sending out my manuscript. It wasn’t until six months later, and more rejections, that I was offered a contract from Imajin Books, June 1, 2011. I cannot express how happy I was when I’d read their letter.

Since I’ve signed on with Imajin Books, I’ve not only been welcomed into a great group of authors, but aided by their publishing team about marketing my book and getting my name out there. CHASING CLOVERS has been #2 on Amazon's Bestsellers List for Western Romance, and on several other Amazon Lists in the UK and Germany! I couldn’t have asked for anything better, and the whole rejection process was all worth it!

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Imajin Books Summer Sizzles Event!!!


My publisher, Imajin Books is giving away cool prizes throughout the months of July and August. I've pasted all the contests, and prizes along with what you have to do to win them!!!



This summer, great things come in 3s with our annual Summer Sizzles event. This year's event is even bigger and better, with more contests, more prizes and a chance to "meet" our authors online.


JULY: REWARDS FOR OUR READERS MONTH

1. 'Share the Imajin Books Buzz' contest - share our events on Twitter and Facebook and receive entries into a draw for a KINDLE FIRE or KINDLE TOUGH 3G--winner's choice! Open to US residents (Kindle Fire) and US/UK/Canada residents (Kindle Touch 3G.) Void where prohibited. Draw will take place the first week of August. To enter, use the Rafflecopter form on our home page from July 1-31.
2. 'Ultimate Reader' contest - show us your Imajin Books! Post photos on our Facebook page of you reading one of our titles (book cover must be legible) or a photo of one of our titles on your ereader. 5 prizes of $20 Amazon or Kobo gift cards; plus "ultimate reader" prize of a $100 Amazon or Kobo gift card. Contest open from July 1-31. Photos will be judged by Imajin Books authors. Prizes to be awarded the first week of August. Open worldwide. Void where prohibited by law.
3. Free ebooks all month long. Watch our blog and check it throughout July to see which book is free.
AUGUST: MEET OUR AUTHORS MONTH

1. Meet the talented authors at Imajin Books. During August, our authors will be posting on our blog, sharing interesting tidbits about their lives, their characters and their books. Ever wanted to ask an author a question? Here's your chance. Check our blog each day to see who's up next.
2. Twitter Party - for three days in August 15-17, we'll be holding a Twitter Party online and giving away prizes (ebooks, paperbacks and gift cards from Amazon and Kobo.) Join us by searching for #ImajinAuthors. Leave us a question or comment by including @imajinbooks and #ImajinAuthors in your tweet. The party begins each day at 10:00 AM EST and goes 'til 10:00 PM EST. Our authors will drop by when they can. Follow us at http://www.twitter.com/imajinbooks
3. 'Share the Imajin Books Buzz' contest - we're ding it again! Share our events on Twitter and Facebook and receive entries into a second draw for a KINDLE FIRE or KINDLE TOUGH 3G--winner's choice! Open to US residents (Kindle Fire) and US/UK/Canada residents (Kindle Touch 3G.) Void where prohibited. Draw will take place the first week of September. To enter, use the Rafflecopter form on our home page from August 1-31. 


Sunday, 24 June 2012

I've Been Tagged!!!




The 777 Challenge...

The challenge is to go to page 7 of your current work in progress and post at least 7 lines from the page, then tag 7 other authors and challenge them to do the same on their blogs.
 
I've had the priveledge of being tagged by fellow author, Alison Bruce.

Similar to my last book, CHASING CLOVERS this new one I'm working on is also a Historical Western Romance.

Set in 1880, Bounty Hunter and Half Breed,Otakatay is driven by a promise he made years ago. Pushed to take a job killing innocent women, he needs one more scalp in order to fulfill his promise.
But what will he do when he discovers he has feelings for his last victim?
Will he kill her, or throw away everything he's worked so hard to accomplish?

Page Seven...


The slice from his blade made no sound, but the dead body as it hit the ground did. With no time to stop, he made his way through the dark tunnel, and reached the ladder. He’d been 200 feet below ground for over a week. No food and little water had his head spinning. He stared up the ladder. He’d have to climb it, and it wasn’t going to be easy. He wiped the bloody blade on his torn pants, and placed it between his teeth. Scraped knuckles and unwashed hands gripped the wooden rung. The earth swayed. He closed his eyes, and forced the spinning in his head to cease. One thin bronzed leg lifted, and trembled as it came down. He waited until his leg stopped shaking before he took another step. Each one resulted in pain, but was paired with determination. He reached the top much more quickly than he thought it would take. The sky was black. The air was cool, and fresh. Thank goodness it was fresh.

Now to Tag...
Anna Particio
Chynna Laird
Luke Murphy
Charlie Daye
Paty Jager
Chris Redding
Laurence St.John



Monday, 23 April 2012

The First Draft...

Happy Monday, friends!

Today I finished my second book. Well, the first draft of it any ways. You see first drafts are like trying to suck blood from a vampire for me. A long drawn out process that has me pulling my hair and drinking way too much coffee.

I hate them.

There is so much planning. Plot, subplot another subplot, characterization, dialogue, that makes sense and the list goes on and on and on. It is all so overwhelming at times I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. There were times I took Ol’ Hemmingway at his words, and I wrote after a few too many, only to wake the next day to a mess of litature so bad I still cringe.

Why do I despise the first draft?

You see, friends I have a bit of a confession...
I end up writing half a novel before the real story comes to me, and I have to start all over again.

First let me point out, much to my doctors concern the voices in my head mean no harm, they are just aiding the story along.

When a story comes forth inside my wacked out head, I take a few weeks to process the possibilities that can come from it. If I feel it’s believable and I can write it. This means I have passion for it. I create the characters, delve into the plot and subplot, and I write a chapter outline. Then I rub my hands together and get to work.

I write, and write and write.

I almost get to 30,000 words too. This is two months of writing every day. Then I start to notice one of the minor or major characters more than before, and a whole new story will come to me. But like the crazed moron I am, I ignore the voice in my head telling me to write it. What can I say us Italians are stubborn as heck.

Instead I will go on and write another couple thousand words before the character will stop me. This is no joke, friends. I cannot write another word in the book. My mind has gone blank. The plot I so articulately planned has disappeared and the passion that was once there is gone. I am stuck with the lunatic in my head demanding I tell his/her story!

What is a writer to do?

Well,I listen to the lunatic and viola! I have created a story that I cannot stop writing, a tale where the passion in me grows. I begin to feel the plight of my characters, and I struggle to solve their problems. I stay up late and wake up early to write their story. I cry when a character I love has died. I laugh when my uppity protagonist trips and falls into the lake. I get angry when the antagonist hurts the characters I care so much about, and I weep when the last word is written.

I’ve taken myself on another journey; one at times I thought would never end, and I created a story I am proud of. I’ve become friends with my new characters and when I am finished all edits and revisions, I know I will miss them.

“Write drunk; edit sober.” Ernest Hemmingway

Cheers,
Kat

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Read Chasing Clovers FREE!

CHASING CLOVERS is FREE for two days!!!!

March 11 and 12th Chasing Clovers will be FREE on Amazon!!
Yup, you heard me right. My publisher is offering it as a gift to you, so please go to the link below and download a copy.

I’ve included a new excerpt from the middle of the book!
You can also read the first chapter on Amazon, and my website.

Chasing Clovers FREE here!


Angel curled her exhausted body into a tight ball on her bed. The pain in her abdomen was beginning to fade. Her long brown hair, loose from its braid, clung to the sweat on her temple. She had no energy left to wipe it away. She took a shaky breath once the ache had subsided, and let her head rest lightly on her pillow. It wasn't but a few minutes when another piercing spasm sliced through her stomach, jolting her upright. Angel moaned and clutched her midsection. Veins of throbbing torment snaked slowly around her back and seized her whole middle.
She bit her bottom lip to muffle the cry she knew would burst from her dry lips. But her efforts proved futile as a loud scream erupted and her eyes clouded with tears. Her stomach felt as if it were about to explode. The hard, swollen mound protruded from the damp white cotton nightgown she was wearing. The door to her room opened, and Doctor Simms entered quietly and calmly. He placed his large hands on her stomach, and she nearly jumped off the bed from the pressure.
"It's almost time," he said to her, pushed up his sleeves to wash his hands at the basin on her dresser.
Angel's breaths came in short, quick puffs. Her hands instinctively searched out the sheet on either side of her, ready to tear it from the straw-filled mattress. Her crotch felt heavy and it pulsed with urgency. A gush of liquid burst from between her legs and soaked the bed beneath her. An uncontrollable urge to push took over. She sat up and pulled her legs inward. She drew in a deep breath, pressed her chapped lips together and pushed with all her might.
The doctor was in front of her now, and nudged her shaking legs farther apart. "A few more pushes and the baby will be out."
The agony of it all was too much. She didn't know if she could stand the pain any longer. Her tired body was hot and sticky, and her legs felt numb. Her stomach tightened again, and she couldn't help but push. Her crotch burned―the pressure from the baby's head unbearable.
The room blurred, and her head started to spin. She panicked, fearing she was going to die. Her life was ending, and she would never see her baby's face. Her middle was going to tear in two. She pushed again. Her body stretched and ripped, allowing the small life to come through. She ground her teeth together and groaned loudly.
A baby's cry pierced the quiet night. she reached down, touching the baby girl that had slipped from her womb. Shiny and wet, she was the most beautiful thing Angel had ever laid eyes on. The pain gone, she examined her daughter, now cradled in her arms. Pink lips quivered as the baby mewled. Angel bent to brush a light kiss on her damp forehead.
The doctor handed her an old yellow blanket. With shaky hands she began to clean her daughter.
The room was lit by one lamp, casting the room in an orange glow. Calm and serene, Angel glanced out the window. All she could see were the white fluffy snowflakes that stuck to the glass. She snuggled closer to the bundle in her arms. She was warm, and for the first time in her life, truly happy.
"I've got your money, Doc." Her voice was hoarse from the long labor. She rummaged under her pillow and grabbed a brown tin. Inside was the money she'd been saving. Not much there, she counted out a few coins and handed them to the doctor.
Shaking his head, Doctor Simms spoke clearly, "It's already been taken care of, Dear."
Angel glanced up confused.
"Sam."
The bartender and owner of the Saloon had paid for her delivery? Angel knew she shouldn't have been surprised. He'd felt guilty about what had happened to her and wanted to somehow make it right.
"Me and little Emma," she said her daughter's name for the first time, "we plan on getting out of here and starting fresh someplace else." She watched as the doctor's kind blue eyes moved around the tiny room. She owed him and Sam so much more than her thanks. They had both helped her when no one else had, or wanted to.
The room she rented upstairs at the saloon was a far cry from the white house the doctor called home. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she noticed the bawdy gowns that she had to wear scattered across the floor. Her life had no meaning before this day, and she was determined to give her daughter the life she never had. Emma whimpered, and Angel gazed down at her child. The love she felt for her daughter came instantly.
Doctor Simms shrugged into his coat, and said quietly, "You'll do right by her. Chances are he'll be passing through here again soon, and he'll come looking for you." He stared directly into Angel's eyes. She saw pity in their kind depths.
"When you leave here, don't ever come back." He gave her one last look, and left the room.
She heard the doctor's warning and her body shuddered. She knew the doctor was right. He'd come back. He said he would, and as sure as Monday followed Sunday, he'd come looking for her. Emma cried and she gently rocked her baby back and forth while humming the lullaby Sam had taught her.


Get your free copy of CHASING CLOVERS by clicking here!

Kat

Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Am I Crazy?

Hello friends! I’m back.

I took a bit of a hiatus while getting the basics of the new book started. I had a lot of research and character development to do for this one. All in all it has worked out well. I’m three quarters through the novel, and should be finished by the end of March (if things go as planned.)

Then it’s a nice break before I go back and revise, edit, revise, edit, revise, edit. You get the picture...wash, rinse, and reuse.
Anyway, Chasing Clovers is doing well. I’ve received some awesome reviews, and great feedback from my readers. Thank you!!

Today, however I am taking a coffee break, or rub my eyes and rotate my wrists, break from the new book. I’ve been writing since early this morning, and I’m a bit frustrated. You see, things are happening in the book and moving at a quick pace. The writer in me wants to just get it all down while it’s fresh in my head. But the creator in me, or my husband likes to call it the perfectionist, wants to go back and read, rewrite, and revise the last chapter before I continue on. This is costing me a lot of time.

Yup, I’m in a pickle. I just can’t shut off the side of my brain that wants to revise what I’ve written the day before. I can’t seem to tell myself to leave it for the end and go back to it. It’s almost like a sickness if you will—a disease that pushes me to boarders of insanity, or perfection. I’m not sure which it is, but I know that some days are worse than others. Voices in my head call out, they shout, yell and on occasion whisper intent or dialogue I need to write. I can’t be bogged down with re-reading the last chapter.

But I do. I will.

Is it a writing quirk, or am I narcissistic? Do I need help, a shrink, a padded room? I can explain the voices in my head, but to some this would be considered OCD. Is it possible to be over obsessed about ones writing?

Why can’t I be neurotic with cleaning, I can hear my husband cheering for that one. Or how about relaxing, why can’t I make that a habit? Nope, instead I’m crazy about words—about the story that is bouncing around in my head. The characters that I’ve grown to love or hate, and the routine of my morning cup of Joe and my laptop.

I wonder what an old pro like Stephen King does with these types of problems.

Well, it could be worse. At least I don’t walk around my table backwards three times, adjust my seat, and chant unusual dialect before beginning my writing process each day.

But I have to say, and I’m whispering...the chanting does appeal to me.

Happy Wednesday!

Kat

Monday, 16 January 2012

Happy Anniversary!!


My publisher, Imajin Books is celebrating their one year anniversary and the gifts go to you!

All ebooks are on sale for .99 until January 18th!

Can it get any better?

Yes it can!



Imajin Books just released their newest treat. A collaboration of all their titles in one book called, Imajin This.
Inside this little gem you will find the first few chapters of all their books.
What an easy way to see what they have to offer!

And here's the best part...it's free!


Check out their website for a list of all their books and authors!

I've also added a few reviews to give you a little taste of the kind of books Imajin publishes.

Cheers,
Kat



Rowena Through the Wall
"Filled with brutal, sword-swinging danger, yet sexy and funny, you'll be rooting for Row as she uses her head to stay alive and her heart to find love." ―Kelsey Lewis, author of Hot and Bothered

Shadow of Innocence
"Colorful and exciting. Wasley is well versed in the 1960s New England music scene (he was a folksinger and rocker), and he is able to make us feel as though we are in that time and place." ―Booklist

The River
"Superb! The River is Tardif’s most exciting novel yet! Full of unpredictable twists and lurching turns, The River is a non-stop adventure into Canada’s mysterious north." ―Kelly Komm, author of Sacrifice

Under a Texas Star
"I loved the murder mystery…as well as the sense of humor which had me either chuckling or laughing out loud." ―Jacqueline Wilson, Deputy Sheriff for Publications of the Chicago Corral of the Westerners

Chasing Clovers
"This book takes your breath away in its depth of raw emotion and binding love. Chasing Clover is a page turner from the first page to its last page...I couldn't stop reading it. High fives all around!" —Lillian Cauldwell, Passionate World Radio, Inc.

Monday, 2 January 2012

Thank You Imajin Books and my readers!!

Well another year has come and gone and I have to tell you it has been an exciting one for me.

With the publication of my first book, CHASING CLOVERS and the guidance from my awesome publisher, Imajin Books, 2011 was a blast.

The publicity I’ve received through radio interviews, articles, and reviews has been because of Cheryl K Tardif, publisher at Imajin Books. She has not only taken her time to help me, but all the authors who have partnered with Imajin. It is solely because of her expertise, patience and kind words that I have achieved such great success. She has helped me pave the beginning of what I hope to be a long path as a published author. Thank you, Cheryl.

I had no clue that when becoming a published author I’d be introduced to so many new and wonderful things, one of them being other authors. I can proudly say my friends span the continent from Australia, Estonia, United States, and Canada. These men and women are some of the best authors I’ve read. They have tons of information on the writing world and are always willing to help you or answer your questions. We encourage, and promote each other, while still relating on other topics. It’s great!
I haven’t had the chance to talk with everyone of the authors at Imajin Books, there are so many, but I plan to in 2012.

Whenever I think of the long and bumpy ride it took to get me here, I feel refreshed. As if I’ve been washed clean. I know that you’ve all heard me speak of my rejections, but one thing has been made clear to me. Without all those rejections I wouldn’t have been able to know what kind of writer I wanted to be. I am humbled. I am awed. I am enamoured. I will write with passion, with conviction, with heart. I will strive to create stories that will evoke feelings of empathy, love, anger, remorse and sadness within my readers. I will not give up.

My readers have been so kind with their comments and requests to write another book on Clive, from CHASING CLOVERS. And I promise to write Clive’s story soon. 

I would like to dedicate this posting to my publisher, Cheryl, all my friends, new,old and the ones I’ve yet to meet at Imajin Books, and my wonderful readers. I wish you all success and happiness in the New Year!!

In celebration I’ve posted a song...enjoy! Click here to listen.

Cheers,
Kat


On December 26th Kindle Nation featured CHASING CLOVERS as book of the day!
The ebook will be on sale for $1.99 until January 7th.