Oops! I did it again

Slept with the slider open all night again.  Thank the powers that be I live in a quiet, uneventful neighborhood.  Since our disparaging looks at them across the way,  and our disapproving calls to the sheriff’s dept. to report disturbing events across the street at what my kids unaffectionately named “the crack house”, those good-for-nothings moved out, and it’s been much more pleasant living around here.  Some new neighbors moved in and with the exception of a little yippy dog, there’ve been no more 911 calling incidents.  Let’s move on.


Tiny moments, big impact

Have you ever had those moments when something really small, seemingly everyday things that you usually dismiss or just go on about your business, catch your eye or make you stop and think and it resonates as something truly terrific? Yeah, me too.  Yesterday morning I got up to let the dogs out about six a.m. and square off the back deck right above Canfield mountain, the sun glowed a blazing red.  I’m not sure if it was due to all of the smoke in our area from the fires raging around us, or if it was a planned event.  Either way, I stood there mesmerized by it’s glow and felt the impact of such a powerful planet moving me emotionally. Or could be, I’m just getting so old that I’m easily fascinated by anything, too  :)

Stand by me

It’s basefoot time again.  Yesterday I spent my early evening switching from a baseball game to keep up with my Mariners, hoping they’ll end their season at least with their heads held high, and college football which was greatly disappointing.  My Oklahoma Sooners fell flat and reminded of the Sooners of olden days when fumbles and/or interceptions cursed them.  I’m not one of the blessed with picture in picture on my ancient 42” plasma.  I bought it when they first came out, too many years ago for me to even remember. As little viewing time as that old relic gets though, it will last me well into my old age so I see no need to invest in one with newer features. As I exercised my thumb to move between channels, I daydreamed the advantages of the coveted pic in pic feature, when I realized this is the first time I’ve turned it on since the end of last college football season! Not once did I watch it during the summer months. I think it got turned on a few times just so I could make sure it still worked. 

Current events

Have you seen all of the political ads? On occasion, when I do turn on the little TV next to my desk to get news or watch my beloved NCIS, I’m overwhelmed with all of the politics.  I know it’s almost election time, but talk about beating a dead horse…it’s so bad, at this point I don’t even want to tune in to see anything  just so I don’t have to put up with the rhetoric!  Suffice to say, I have zero confidence in candidates, but I will vote.  I wouldn’t give up that right for anything, so will have to make a choice of  the lesser of the two evils.  Politics has become such big business, I have hard time believing that any candidate is really interested in what’s best for the people they govern. Call me jaded, if you will, but I haven’t yet seen one political ad that is believable.  A case of too good to be true, me thinks. I could akin it all to something you'd normally find out in a field of grazing horses that steams and smells repulsive, but I won't go that far here :-D

More pressing current events…I’m just about cover ready for “Back Track”.  Took a little down time last week after I finished editing to just breathe a little bit and get some perspective on what I want for a cover. What do we think of this?

I rather like it. It's just one of several backgrounds I'm considering, though.

I haven't been promoting much, but books are still selling much to my pleasant surprise.  Who says an indie author can't get the word out without corporate backing?  All books or e-books are available at Amazon, and Smashwords, where you can also get a free e-short story. If you're into freebies, order either "Random Encounters" or "Bright Lights" at my website and I'll send along "LifeLoveLust" for free.  I'm just benevolent that way.

It's officially an all hugs day! Give them, and I'm fairly certain you'll get some back. 

*Hugs* ~ K

The End Of The Innocence

Well friends, once again we find ourselves at the end of summer.  A beautiful mild weathered, mostly sunny summer for us here in the Pacific NW. I love this area, as I’ve often said . Living here is just about as perfect as could be.  I fear a torrid winter coming on, though.  I like snow, unless it gets so deep that I can’t leave my front door!  “We shall persevere” is my winter motto :)

So…what did you do on your summer vacation? My family lives in a faraway place called Oklahoma where it’s hot, dry dusty, windy, and most of all unattractive to me…flat! I drove the long distance miles to get there.  Across Montana, down through Wyoming and Colorado, cut across to Kansas, then taking a sharp right at Salina, finally made my way down to OKC.  It’s a beautiful drive, I really don’t mind it. Driving that far for so long ( two days ) gives me time to clear my head of the proverbial cobwebs that gather when we get into a rut and life becomes mundane and, well…boring.  It’s nice to get away and get a clearer perspective of life and what goals have and have not yet been met.  My day job continues to suck the life right out of me, so I must find ways to regenerate myself constantly, and find the time to feed my creativity.

On the writing front:  I’m back to editing “Back Track” after taking not only a vacation break, but a brain break from the project.  It’s the classic case of the artist being too close to the canvas that had me dreading the next chapter, or sometimes even the next paragraph.  My book writing has always been a labor of love and when I found myself being forced by my alter ego to be creative, I knew it was time for a serious break! I’m refreshed and ready to get back to it. I’ll have it ready for the masses very soon.  With the coolness of fall days here now, I will have more time indoors to edit.  Our summers are so short up here, I didn’t want to miss a single event, so sitting indoors at a keyboard wasn’t at the top of my list.  In fact, when I was away I purposely did not spend much time on a computer except occasionally to check e-mail on my phone for anything urgent.  Work called me several times a day and I’m not sure if it was truly because they needed my help, or just wanted me to know they couldn’t get along without me :)

Things we like:  Leisurely summer drives enjoying the beauty of this great country we live in…ice cream dripping down the side of a sugar cone…kisses from my doggies and their adoring eyes…reading a great short story ( I’m really into short stories these days)…my Keurig continues to delight me everyday…it’s almost playoff time!

Things we dislike:  Digging into the writings of David Foster Wallace after hearing much hype about his greatness, and finding it terribly boring and self absorbed…The Seahawks not being able to complete a pass in the final minutes of the 4th quarter for a win (it was pathetic!)…missing my family so soon after getting back from a long distance visit…disabling back pain.  Extremists.

The Lhasa is recovering from meeting so many new people and a road trip that had him bored, unless we were exploring the pet section of the rest areas in every state we traveled.  He’s tired now.  Several of my relatives tried to hide him from me (to keep him!) when it was time to leave.  He only snarled once the whole time we were there.

What’s on your list today? Give me a shout and let me know whazzup with you! I love to hear from friends and fans and anybody who loves to ramble! Ramblers unite! 

Give random hugs today.  I have :)


*Hugs* ~ K

What's the buzz?

Fore!
An irritating situation plaguing for a few days now.  There’s a fly in the bathroom.  I’ve left the door open so it could escape to freedom, to no avail.  I’ve tried trapping it in between the lid and the bowl and pushing the flusher at precisely the right moment to suck it down into the gravity force of the flush.  It’s a small bathroom, just big enough for one, although I don’t know why some go to such ostentatious means for a loo. I don’t care much for a potty fest, I’d prefer to take care of nature’s business on my own.  Ah-hem…back to the problem.  It’s too small a room to be flailing about with a swatter.  Aside from a can of bug bomb, I can’t think of any other way to get rid of the buzzing pest.  It swirls about my head while in the shower, my arms waving through the spritzes of water .  It’s become a personal battle for me.  I feel a strange kinship to Carl Spackler.  Let’s move on. 

Help wanted:
Must love dogs, possess excellent barkeeping skills,  be proficient at Word/Works, tolerate insanity at all hours, be flexible with bouts of mania/depression depending on which drugs are being used the moment, and have the ability to look the other way regarding…everything.  Need to be a whip cracker as someone needs to sit my butt in the chair and with the authority of a drill sergeant or commandant depending on your heritage, mandate I write until all pertinent words have come forth.  Apply within. 

Current events: 
Let’s get caught up on office goings on.  My paying job is going to pick up exponentially in the near future. The boss got his license back to sell insurance again.    He’ll have everybody, up to and including our astute mayor, even (post efforts by a rag-tag left wing political agenda to de-throne her of late) coming in to transfer insurance from whatever ne’er-do-well insurance company with now to one of our lovely, never offensive firms.  Because, of course, we would never do business with any insurance company who would offend their clients by insulting them with the likes of invoices and such.  That’s for me to do. 

Our town:
Small town life can be so entertaining in the online version of our local pulp fiction.  It’s a challenge to try to identify those making snarky remarks and much  fun watching the virtual fur fly. I think most folks know who each of the others are.  They amuse themselves and readers, by going back and forth over local politics and the idiocy of the criminals.  Not that some of the them are not criminals, but once revealed, publicly flogged and then recovered from their ominous sins, they are welcomed back into the fray without prejudice.  Just go to www.cdapress.com and you’ll see what I mean.  Let the sheep dip fly.

On the road again:
Well, it’s that time of year when I forgo work, household duties, pet care, and the otherwise daily grinds for a road trip to see my family.  The Lhasa is not pleased as it’s been triple digits in OK of late. I absolutely refuse to perspire, it’s so abhorrent and uncivilized. Those west nile virus mosquitoes are scaring the bajeebers right out of me, nonetheless…trek I must.  In the Jeep with two dogs who are not fond of taking care of their doggie business at the end of a leash.  Contrary to what they anticipate, there will be no free roaming of the rest areas in Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, Kansas, nor Oklahoma.  I’m privy to what lurks behind in the shade trees surrounding the porta-potties there and I can tell you, it’s not suitable for a dog.  Shady people are another guess.  Ah, yes…this will be a relaxing vacation indeed! 

In closing, I’d like to give credit for inspiration of this blog to an author I found through Linked In, James A. Ward.  His whimsical, tongue in cheek storytelling made me smile and even chuckle a little, whereby giving credence that he is in fact an entertaining read.   He is loathe of those who do not correctly know how to use the word ‘whereby’.  How did I do, James?  Take a look at his blog .  Bet it’ll make you smile, too.  Enjoy!

I’ll be back to report how the Lhasa fared in the heat of Oklahoma and regale you of tales from the road trip. I envision much calamity along the way.  Virtual hugs until I return! Share them…they’re free  :)



*Hugs* ~ K

Shama-lama-ding dong…odd song lyrics

Do you ponder what inspired song lyrics? Yeah, me too.  Sometimes I hear words or phrases put together in song and it makes me stop and think.  Which, is a good thing.  If all song lyrics were boring, everyday words and there wasn’t any unique-ness to them, we wouldn’t be interested, would we? Songs would all sound the same.  This one, shama-lama-ding-dong really got my attention, so I looked it up. Googling, if you will.  I am proficient at Google, as most folks are these days.  So…I found it was written by Mark Davis and performed by fictional band “Otis Day & The Knights” in the popular cult classic “Animal House”.  Seems apropos…that movie was very unique, so a unique song with unique song lyrics blends well.  For more unique-ness…let’s move on. 

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Are you always on the lookout for new reading? Yeah, me too.  There’s quite a few new, interesting choices for reading out there.  I’m grateful for Facebook friend authors I wouldn’t have found if not for social media, enlightening me to what’s new.  Seeing as how my most recent ‘what’s new’ aka “Back Track” is still in the works, thanks to some very s-l-o-w editing and second guessing myself, it’s cool to read something completely different and give myself a brain break.  It helps me keep perspective on my own writing. 

I’m having lots of fun with (what else?) band fiction and music memoir by Henry Martinez and “Funky Butts”, a well penned first person fictional account of band life back in the late 80’s.  The heyday of the beginnings of bands like Van Halen, Duran Duran, The Cure, Def Leppard…many more that I still listen to frequently. I grew to love and really appreciate music then.  I say really because before, I simply listened to music.  It was in the late 80’s when I started to appreciate and feel the music.  Thus, starting my fascination with the arts in general.  It was an awakening, if you will.  Anywhoooo….back to Mr. Martinez…”Funky Butts” is witty, progressive, and just plain fun! It is one of my summer must read recommendations.  Even if you’re not particularly fond of band fiction, I think you will enjoy the detailed account of life in a rock band.  This has all the pertinent links to  Mr. Martinez , or friend him on Facebook .  Get a copy and enjoy!

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Whatcha reading, or writing? Shoot me a tweet, or a text, or a message somewhere and let me know.  You never know...you just might see yourself here in my blog.  I seldom advertise for author profiles here anymore, I get bombarded with requests to be featured and although I understand the need for promotion anywhere and everywhere, I'm just a girl who can't say no and I can't stand to disappoint people, so I make no more promises, sadly.  If I had the time I would feature every request I get, but there simply isn't enough time or energy.  I love you all dearly and wish you much success and will do my small part to help out along the way. Meantime...my books can be found with the links to the right.  The only way to get "LifeLoveLust" free is to order one or both of my books from my website .

The Lhasa is a little more surly than usual.  He got poked in the eye yesterday at the doggie groomers and he's milking it!  I can only give so much sympathy...and, it's time to find a new groomer. 

This blog has been powered by Keurig and cinnamon sticks.  Get some, you’ll like it.  What are you reading today? It’s a hot summer day and those are in short supply in my neck of the woods so we try to enjoy them to the max while they’re here.  Soon enough, we’ll be getting our snow boots and winter gear on and putting the Jeep in four wheel drive, which uses a lot more gas.  Hugs all around and don’t forget to share them! It’ll warm you all over, much like that sunshine does :-D 


*Hugs* ~ K

The selling of one's soul, or...why I self publish

I don't write a lot here anymore about the writing and the publishing process.  This blog has evolved into more of a stream of consciousness campfire, and I'm comfortable with that.  I no longer feel the need to write here.  Rather, I want to.  It's a communication to the blogosphere that is my small contribution, and hopefully prompts pause for reflection, and...lots of hugs! I'm amazed at how many people I meet for the first time who seem surprised that everyone really does get hugs from me!

Oh, yes...back on topic. Writing and inspiration. Probably the most frequent question I get is why I self-published, especially for "Random Encounters".  I've been told more than once, or twice, that it's a quality story and should be shopped to a publisher.  I understand the question, it's a great story.  Alternatively, "Bright Lights" is more of a fun project created to pay tribute to musicians whom I love so much.  I did spend an extraordinary amount of time shopping "RE" to anyone and everyone who would read my query and sample chapters.  The offers I received for publishing it ranged from exclusives at internet reading sites, which I'm not opposed to, to some small publishers that didn't have a budget for promotion, so that part of the contract would still have fallen on my shoulders.  A lot of work that I have already done on my own, pretty much for free and expending my own energy.  The only thing that would have changed would be instead of it being my own production, it would have a publishers name on it and I'd get a small (miniscule) advance.  I'd still be working heavily on promotion, and probably a lot more than I've been doing on my own, mostly due to some health issues holding me back most recently.  After careful consideration, I weighed the pro's and con's and decided I didn't need a publishing company name that much. I'd give up the rights to the book, it would be exclusive to one publishing outlet who had complete control over sales, profits, and where and when it could be read.  I considered it 'selling my soul' and for very little in return. I decided to keep my dignity.  Which is not to say that should the right offer come along, I would be opposed to it. I'm open :-D  I'm beginning to believe the veterans of this business who insist one needs an agent, are right. Sometimes, it takes striking out a few times before you get the swing of the game, so to speak ;-)

On soul selling, I like to tell a story about an amazingly talented musician I know.  He was about 18 years old when he really came into his musical genius and wanted to play music for the world to enjoy.  He made rounds at the usual outlets of Hollywood where up and coming bands like a very young Guns n' Roses, Motley Crue, Faster Pussycat, Dangerous Toys, and the like were playing at the time.  The '80's music scene was exploding.  He played with his band and some other random musicians whenever he got the chance and found that the mainstream music business was seriously lacking a character trait that completely turned him away from becoming a professional musician. When it came to negotiating a recording contract, he decided he could not sell his soul in order to play on stage in big arenas.  It was too big a sacrifice of his self worth.  Instead, he got an education in electronics and now plays music for himself, family, and some close friends who have discovered how talented he is. He even created his own recording studio and made a CD of his music.  That young 18 year old who was so wise so long ago is my son who is now all grown up with a son of his own and never regretted keeping his soul and his self worth.  I've always been very proud of him.  The story sound familiar? Jack Hamilton has many fine qualities of that young man I know so well.  You can find Jack's story in "Bright Lights, Money & Show Biz, Honey".

I often find true inspiration from people or events in my life.  I prefer organic means of creating as opposed to something plastic, or manufactured. Organic seems more natural, doesn't it? I'm growing my own tomatoes, green onions and some pole beans out back, organically of course, and the vibrant colors of my petunias, roses, and flowering ground cover are thriving organically.  It stands to reason the living breathing beings we are flourish organically as well.  Don't you love how I start out with one subject and end up with another that is completely a whole 'nother thought? Yeah, me too :-D

BTW...I gave my website an updated, upbeat makeover.  I hope you'll pay a visit there. 

What's in your garden?  It's not too late to grow some beautiful inspiration for your summer.  Give everyone you know some good old fashioned organic hugs! It'll bring smiles all around.

Organically yours,

*Hugs* ~ K

Like the corners of my mind...misty water colored memories...

You just know you're gonna have that song stuck in your head now, don't you?  There are worst things than a visual of a young Robert Redford!  Ah...those were the days.  Which is a whole 'nother song and you don't want the pic of what goes with that song in your dreams, now do you? :)

Memories...you know how when you come across stuff that you haven't seen for a long time? And you wonder, what is that stuff? What's under the magazines or folded up old blankets or tablecloths or whatever is situated on top of the box and you find treasures that you haven't seen in years? Yeah...I knew that you did.  My question is, what do you do with all that stuff? I mean, at this point it really isn't important stuff anymore.  Cause, if it was it wouldn't have been packed away out of sight for so long.

More than what to do with it, what to do with all of the memories that go along with all that stuff that we collected so long ago.  If we purge ourselves of the stuff that's taking up so much space, will those memories fade or be less real to us? Inquiring minds want to know.  In any case, I see a trip to the local thrift shop to donate some of that stuff for people who might have less stuff and need it.  They can start building their own memories with it.

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As I type, I'm listening to the evening news for an update of the most pressing newsworthy items of the day. Some folks I know don't ever listen to the news at all, since it's mostly bad news.  I don't see it that way. I see it as being informed of what's going on in the event there is something I can do to help.  Like, donate some of that stuff, or money, to the folks back East suffering from the storm damage.  Or those my heart bleeds for that have lost their entire lives in the wild fires in the Midwest. Perhaps some stuff donated to their local thrift shops will help them re-build what they've lost.  In a round about way, I guess what goes around comes around as I might be in a position to need a helping hand some day and would hope there are those with big hearts who could help. 

Side note on the storm front:  My favorite music happiness "Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers" had a show scheduled in Falls Church, VA long before the storm hit and did so much damage there.  They were on the road with many shows prior to that scheduled show and many after and in the spirit of the show will go on no matter what, sans power or a safe structure to have the scheduled show with, they had a parking lot acoustic show to try to help a few very lucky people forget their troubles at least for a little while, and bring some kind of relief from the disaster that struck.  They could have passed it up and gone on up the road and taken a day off from their long touring schedule.  These guys wouldn't think of it!  I'll bet that small audience got just about the best, most intimate show ever! The band gives it their all no matter the circumstances.  It's one of the reasons I adore them.  Here's some of the fun 

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Lastly, I'm from a generation and a culture within our country that prides itself on, well...pride.  I've been rather embarrassed, or perhaps self conscious is a better description, of how my deteriorating physical condition causes some depression (the meds also play a part in that).  The very realization that I cannot, no matter how hard I push myself and try to force it, just cannot do the things I used to.  It makes me sad for what the future holds as far as me being able to do things for myself.  I s'pose that's why I held out getting rid of Big Red for so long.  I knew in my heart it was the first step to being able to do less and making the necessary changes to accommodate.  I think what makes me saddest is that as a result of those snippets of depression, I've been writing less and less and that's not normal! I don't care how often the dr. says this is my new normal, it's hard to accept.  I've always been fiercely independent, so I'll have to find a way to stay that way.  So, if you see that I'm absent hereabouts, just give me a good swift kick and a Gibbs "slap" with a commanding "snap-outof-it"!

Hug everybody today, and hugs and big thank you to those of you who never lose faith in me.  Sometimes, that's what keeps me going.  I shall now return to the ongoing-never-ending process of editing "Back Track".  I'm determined to get this book finished and released, no matter what it takes! 

Links to e-reader versions and paper (yes, paper!) copies of my books at my website.  

*Hugs* ~ K

Reality Check

Do you ever wonder if some people live in a state of denial? Or have blinders on? Or just plain don't care enough to rock the boat and do the right thing? I try to *not* be a pompous blow hard and get all preachy about life, but some things seem very simple to me.  When you witness, or even have an inclination...a weird feeling...intuition, call it whatever makes sense to you, if you suspect there is wrong being done, you make an effort to right it...right? Or find someone who can. Like, the police. Your superior if the evil doings are happening in the workplace. Especially if the wrongs are being done to children who cannot protect themselves and speak up.  Because they are frightened beyond belief.  If adults are abusing each other and doing nothing about it, I don't make a big deal about getting involved.  I figure adults should be with it enough to take care of themselves, but...when it comes to children my blood bubbles in the heat of anger and disbelief that there are monsters in our world who do evil, unspeakable things.  It sometimes makes me wonder what kind of a creator would subject his blessed children to such horrible acts.

Of course, my comments are aimed at the tragedy that unfolded at one of the most respected and dignified universities in our country.  People knew.  Plain and simple.  People knew, and they did nothing to stop a poor excuse for a human being from subjecting children to horrible acts that have nothing to do with love and affection.  They have to do with a sick mind that couldn't satisfy his urges any other way than to abuse young boys, who couldn't stop him out of fear.  IMO, in this case, there is no justice. The abuser will live out his life in civility of a prison that is required to provide him with three squares and a bed of some sort, and an hour of recreation daily, and not to mention the free medical care. There are people in third world countries who don't eat that good or have shelter or any medical care. He's got it pretty easy, I think.  The people left behind on the outside, who remained silent and/or turned a blind eye whichever the case is, they need to pay a price, too.  Conscience? Even if they do have a guilty conscience it's not as much suffering as those poor molested children went through. Even though there is a guilty verdict and the abuser was swiftly taken into custody to be locked up, there really isn't any justice for the boys whose lives were forever damaged.  There are no winners.

"I got the pistol, so I'll keep the pesos...yeah, that seems fair" ~ "The Refreshments ~ Banditos"

Which segues into my next controversial topic...immigration and the executive privilege utilized by our president this past week to grant immunity to countless illegal aliens.  My point: Laws.  We have laws in this country to assure liberty and the freedoms our constitution guarantees us. If even one of us is allowed to violate those laws, then where does that leave the rest of us because we do what we are supposed to do and follow the law?  It ensures peaceful existence. Or, as close to it as we'll get.  Any way you look at it, our country's privileges are better than just about any other I can think of.  All the more reason to demand that those from other countries who want to enjoy the liberties we are guaranteed,  follow the rules.  This isn't new.  Illegal immigration has been plaguing our country for decades.  If it's worth having, the freedom and liberty our country gives us, it's worth doing right and following the laws to become a part of.  Those who don't follow the laws, we don't need here.  We already have more than our share of those who don't follow laws and are locked up in overcrowded jails.  Other countries can keep those and our immigration demands are meant to keep those people out. 

Last word on that controversial subject:  I understand the desire to escape a country of largely corrupt politicians and supposed law enforcement who are just as corrupt, but if you want to be here, do it by the rules.  I am not unsympathetic to those who want a better life, but a better life includes doing things right.  If you are always looking over your shoulder, what kind of life are you going to have?

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"No, I don't need a miracle but I could use a push in the right direction" ~ "The Refreshments ~ Interstate"

Closing the door on griping and moving on. 

Let's see...M's are hit and miss with possibility of a successful season...I'm achin' real bad for a RCPM show which I won't get until late fall sometime as far as I know...I've been busier at work than a one legged man in an ass kickin' contest (Tracy Nichols, that is an old Okie saying, not an Idaho-ism)...oh, there must be something happy to write about!

How 'bout...I am s-l-o-w-l-y plugging along at editing "Back Track".  The habit I get into is...re-writing as I go, which is a huge mistake, but sometimes I just can't help it.  I know a word here is better, that phrase doesn't belong, that one is too cliche'...*sigh* I'll keep working on it and it will be done when it gets done, that's all I can say. 

Summer is in full swing here with temps climbing daily.  There is no pleasing us here in this area.  We whine and moan that our winters are too long and cold, then when it warms up, we whine and moan about the heat.  Oy...

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"What is this terrible thing brings us towerin' to our knees...maybe we should fall in love" ~ RC

Mean time, e-reader versions of "Bright Lights" and "Random Encounters" are available at Smashwords and Amazon (links for that over to the right where the book covers are).  If you order at my website  as always I will include a copy of "LifeLoveLust" for your rambling pleasure."Random Encounters" has become one of those stories that people publicly shun for fear of being labeled as one who reads 'smut'.  I'm the first to admit that "RE" is porn with a plot, but the scuttlebutt is getting around that it truly is a good story.  The kind you curl up with in a big comfy chair, or with your favorite beverage and a big fluffy pillow in your bed late at night.  It's the perfect companion.  So, what are you waiting for? I won't tell anyone.  Really.

The Lhasa has settled into his home here and there's not so much snarling these days, well...unless I try to brush the whiskers away from his face.  He's napping close by right now in the middle of MY pillows and doesn't even care I didn't make the bed today.  The perfect male for me to have around   :) 

Hugs to all, and don't forget to give some away! They're free :)

*Hugs* ~ K