Getting Caught

Getting Caught

“SallyAnn! Get ya ass in ‘ere!” She screamed.

“What ma? I was doin’ my homework.” SallyAnn said.

“Did ya tell Billy to feed the chicks instead of doing it ya self?”

“Nah. He said he wanted to do it ma.” SallyAnn said trying to sound sure of her self. She wasn’t about to tell her mother that she paid him to do her chores for her tonight so she could met up with Rickie at the football field after school.

“Das not what Billy said.” Her mom said putting her hands on her hips.

“Don’t know what to tell ya ma.” SallyAnn said, “Billy said he wanted to do it so I let him.”

“An’ I suppose he also wanted to feed da cows, do the evening milkin’, and shovel the murer in the horse stalls too?” She said disbelief.

SallyAnn nodded her head and tried not to fidget. Her Mom knew. She knew. SallyAnn had to fully commit to the story or there was no way she was gonna get out of this without a whoopin.

Ma just looked at her, hands on her hips. Then her mom threw her hands up in the air and said, “Just what kind of idiot do you think I am. Just ‘cuz you got more schoolin than I did, you think I’m an idiot?”

SallyAnn felt her stomach hit the floor and her mouth fully dry up.

“In the mornin’ you’re doing all of his chores along with yours.” SallyAnn opened her mouth to complain but her mother continued, “AND Billy dun get to keep the money you paid him.

“Ma! That’s not fair.” She said stomping he foot and crossing her arms in defiance. “I gots plans with MaryKay after school tomorrow.”

“Well if you get all the chores done you can go.” Her mom said smirking. She knew damn well that kid wasn’t getting them done.

SallyAnn knew there was nothing she could say to change her mom’s mind. She couldn’t fight and win. Her mom was just as stubborn as she was.

SallyAnn let every bit of defiance she could come to fruit, turned on her heal, and stomped off toward her room.

“Don’t you slam that door young lady!” Ma said just as SallyAnn did just that. She turned to her husband and sighed, “That kid is gonna be the death of me Earl.”

Earl just snickered and said, “She is your daughter.”

It is Impossible …

It is Impossible …

It was lunch time and as always, I walked to the park and  sat on the park bench beside the old redwood tree and river that ran through town. It was the same every day and  I had become a creature of habit. Andre was probably rolling in his grave at my predictability.

Today wasn’t much different as I sat down, unwrapped my turkey and avocado creation and took that first bit. It was then a voice behind me caught my attention. It was a voice that was so very familiar, but it couldn’t possibly below to him.

I couldn’t bring myself to turn around and face that disappointment, but what if it was?

“It couldn’t be.” I told myself. I moved here three years ago after the accident had taken his life.

The smoothness of that voice though… I could feel myself turning around, but then caught myself. No. It wasn’t possible. I saw the line go flat. I watched the doctors wheel him off after his body had gone ridged and cold.

Even now I could remember when we stood in the shadow of the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg as he whispered in my ear, “Snowflake, you can’t deny the artist vookmanship of the castle.”

“No, I can not. Though, it just isn’t my taste.” I said.

His words and heat still sent a shiver down my spine. I was so cold that winter, but having him  there with me … I sighed and returned to eating my sandwich.

A tall looming shadow fell across me, and said “You know mi zweet, you always were beautiful with your mouth full.”

I swallowed hard and was just about to spit some retort, but then my eyes met his and my heart stopped. I went completely numb. I just stared at the man before me.

Then he smiled in the way only I ever saw when we were alone.

“Andre?!” I said barely above a whisper.

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[This came from an in class exercise about writing the impossible with suggestions of an accent. The above has no basis in reality. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by myself.]

Yup… Blog Changes

Yup… Blog Changes

Time is an issue:

I am still alive and kicking.

I am still writing and editing. I’ve even gotten a couple of short stories down in rough draft form.

I’m reading too. One book that I highly recommend is:

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It’s part of a much larger series (Dark-Hunter), dark, twisted, and well… wonderful! It’s not for young audiences, but I highly suggest the read.

I am now working a full 8 hour day (where I was only working 6).

I’ve also really upped my workout schedule. One of my new co-workers is a very dedicated runner and since I’ve signed up for …

W2W

again, I need to get ready. I want to best my time from last year, and hopefully I’ll be able to smash it into a bunch of little pieces. I’m doing alright, but I have a long way to go. The program he gave me is intense, and aggressive, but I’m doing it, and since I have a few extra weeks, I can stretch it out a little bit. I’m still concerned about overheating as I don’t “cool down” (read sweat like a pig ) like normal people do, so I’m open to ideas on how I can help combat that. Oh! and I just got some new amazing shoes.

( Newton – Aha )

 

These are amazing! They are so comfortable, and I can feel a difference in my form already! Totally worth the money. Every single penny. If you are a runner, or want to get into running, try these shoes out. (No Newton isn’t paying me for my opinion.)

oh… and I’ve started the process for obtaining my Salespersons license. It’s related to my new job, and basically it entails taking 3 classes and a state mandated exam. I want to finish the classes within 3 months and get scheduled for the exam in July. Basically that means I’m having to do lots of studying and obviously that takes a lot of time.

So yes. Time is an issue.

So down to it… blog changes

I will have to cut my blog down to just one post a week, instead of my historic three (well that is until recently). If I can do more, of course, I will, but at this time I can only commit to one post a week for now.

There will still be Wall-E Tails, Author updates, and My Weighty Story. They just won’t be a every week occurrence … for now. Maybe once my classes are done, I will be able to return to my original programing. I just can’t right now.

My love to everyone, and I will see you next week!

-Kim

When Life Gets in the Way

When Life Gets in the Way

I had every intention of scheduling post on Sunday for this week. So what happened? My back blew and I spent the weekend on a heating pad and doped up on pain meds.

I started my new job on Monday and first I must say that I LOVE it! I am learning so much and the people there have been amazingly warm and inviting. It is a little scarey though because it is literally into the frying pan and into the fire with these folks. First day there and I was doing stuff that very likely will sit in front of an attorney someday soon. Not that what I was doing was something I hadn’t been doing in my other job, but … It is an insane feeling to have them trust me to do a lot of what I’m doing with very little double checking. In my old job, EVERYTHING was “wordsmithed” to death by the boss man before it went out. Here they are just here do this, and send it out. That’s the end of it. It’s a huge transition in a way of thinking and between that, learning the new systems, procedures and other things, I’m completely spent by the time I get home.

Oh… And the drive home … well I went from a one hour one way drive with agriculture and lots of traffic… to well this..

10 minutes from home, and this is the worst of the traffic ( there were a whooping 6 cars in front of me) and I get to drive down through Capitola Village and see this view EVERY day on my home. (Yes, I know I have a crack in my windshield. No, I was not driving and taking pictures. I was at a complete stop when this was taken.)

Writing… well… since I’ve been so tired by the time I get home, nothing has happened at all this week. Last week I did some editing, but that really is about it. I am re-reading the last third of a book over again that I am sure in my haste to finish the audiobook in time (I returned it with less than 12 hours left on my “rental”), I missed some elements. Luckily, I was able to pick up the Kindle version of the book for only $2.00. It’s a GREAT book, and I’ll discuss it more when I do my next “What have a read” update.

In regards to my GET HEALTHY PROJECT, I have lost a few pounds in the last few weeks and the girls in the office have a BIGGEST LOSER competition going through June, so the atmosphere in the office is very uplifting and should help to keep my motivation going. Plus, I’ve taken Wall-E on a walk every day when I get home, before I even sit down, because, if my toosh hits a surface when I get home, good luck getting me back up.

Wall-E however, is very confused by this new job. He doesn’t understand why Wall-E has to stay and why Mommy is gone for such a long time during the light time.

When I get home, he has been stuck to me like glue. It’s so sweet. I do miss being able to take him to work with me, but we will adjust and everything will be fine.

I have to run. To those of you I’m following, I will try to do some catch up this weekend on your posts.

Have a great week everyone and I’ll be back once I iron out a new life schedule. (I’m really missing writing.)

XOXO

Kim

Honestly.

Jack Sparrow

This one always makes me smile, because while it sounds like Jack Sparrow is babbling, what he is saying actually makes complete sense.

Even when I watched it the first time, I remember thinking how perfect that writing was.

( Oh how I love Crowley. (Yes, I love Supernatural.) He just wants someone to love him. )

Yea, Yea, Yea. I know. I know.

Yes, I’m way off schedule. Seriously off schedule in fact.

 

Yes, Sherlock. I am.

I only really have an “excuse” for the last couple of weeks.

See I went on this interview and was so excited and nervous about it that I couldn’t think about anything else. I mean, it’s the perfect job, and the more and more I thought about it, the more I REALLY wanted it.

It’s in the field I already have some knowledge of and want to grow in.

The position itself has growth potential.

The people who I met in the office were really nice and professional.

It’s close to home so no more hour long commutes.

There really are too many positives to list.

(No, my fellow authors, it’s not getting paid to sit at my computer and write my books all day.)

However, I was so excited about how the interview went, and the possibilities this could give me, I obsessed over it. I was truly excited at the potential.

It took a few days, but I got the call back and was offered the job.

/DANCES AROUND HOOPING AND HOLLERING

WOO WOO!!!

Since then, I’ve been mentally wiped out with everything I need to do at my current job all the while trying to curb some of my excitement for the new professional adventure I’m going on.

Then, Sunday …. all the energy was fully drained from my body. I’m just exhausted by about 11:30 in the morning. Yesterday, I woke up with a head so clogged up, I couldn’t breathe out of my “nose holes” as the daughter unit calls them. Last night I ended up falling asleep on the couch a little after 7:30 and finally just got up and went to bed. I promptly slept till my alarm went off at 6:30 the next morning (45 minutes later than usual) .

So I’m obviously fighting something off.

I have been actively using the red pen, and making notes for changes in both The Five Angels trilogy and Chloe’s Ghost. Don’t worry about that.

Much love to everyone and I’ll catch you soon. I just need to get this cold gone, and I’ll be back.

XOXO

Kim

PS: I apologize for the errors in sentence structure, grammar, spelling, etc.  in this post. I’m so tired, I can hardly see straight, but wanted to give ya’ll an update.

When re-writing a small part is only the beginning.

As you know I re-wrote the first Chapter of TFA. I knew that there were going to be some changes that had to happen due to those changes, but …

little did I know how much I was going to take my red pen to the manuscript.

I’m scared, because I have a couple of Agent Queries out there. What if lighting strikes and they ask for the manuscript? I thought it was ready at the point I sent them out, but then … ya…

/big sigh

I’m petrified.

The Five Angels is a WONDERFUL story, and I’m almost done with the tweaking. I’m just holding my breath.

I can’t wait for you to be able to read it.

It will happen. You know why?

will&drive

 

 

PS: I’ve been listening to a lot of Peter Hollens on YouTube. If you haven’t checked him out yet, DO IT! He is amazing. Just Click HERE!