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Back In The Saddle…So To Speak

Monday, March 27th, 2017

Life goes on, the clock ticks, yadda, yadda, yadda. You know the spiel.

Anyway. As I’m sure you’ve heard, Gentle Readers, Ellora’s Cave, that bastion of innovation that brought titillating titles to womens’ ebook readers, is no more. As a result, the rights to all of my EC titles have reverted to me. My other publisher, the gallant Carina Press, does, coincidentally enough, publish backlist titles from their authors.

So. I went through my backlist and chose the title I thought would work best with CP.

And I read the manuscript last night and tweaked a few things in it.

This morning, I sent it off to my wonderful editor.

We shall see what the fine lady says, but right now, I have that anxious anticipation again. The need to refresh and check my email almost hourly. It feels weird, yo.

Maybe *this* will be the impetus that forces those rusty, creaky wheels of creation back in motion.

Keep your fingers crossed.

I Am Alive

Thursday, November 12th, 2015

Despite rumours to the contrary.

Wow. Have I really not blogged since, like, September?

Man, I suck.

I have to admit, Gentle Readers, that ol’ Kris’ creative life has been frozen in a soul-sucking vortex that is not allowing for any new and wonderful words to flow from her fingertips. :(

Not only has my real life been ridiculously busy with work, there have been numerous health issues — of both the physical and mental — affecting clan Starr. To tell you the truth, folks, there are days when it’s all I can do to just hold on with my very fingertips.

It’s frustrating as fuck to see your offspring suffering and not be able to do a damn thing about it. I think I’ve cried more tears in the last few weeks than I have in the last few years put together.

So. I want to get back on that yarn-spinning bicycle, but pain, frustration, anger, and exhaustion hold me back. And, to put it coldly and bluntly, more royalty cheques would be awfully nice, too. But you don’t get paid if you don’t write anything. Damn that conundrum.

I sincerely and truly hope that one of these days I will have the energy and enthusiasm for putting something down on-screen. As hard and as stressful as writing can be, I miss the joy of creating, of telling tales, and playing God a little bit. I promise you I’ll get something out there sooner, rather than later.

Maybe simply for my own sanity’s sake.

Disappearing Act

Friday, March 13th, 2015

Hey there, Gentle Readers –

Real-world life has gone WTF crazy. I’m so stupidly busy right now that everything unrelated to current real-life work and commitments has gone (temporarily) out the freakin’ window. Sadly, this includes the RBC challenge. I will start up again on it when life calms down — approximately by June, at this point.

Other than that, I can’t figure out why I force myself to stay up at my computer when I’m clearly exhausted, and I’ve reached the point where I’m not doing anything remotely productive. Honestly, I should be in bed right now. I’m eleven kinds of stupid for sitting here.

So I’m gone, y’all. Later.

Success!

Saturday, January 24th, 2015

Okay, so here’s the scoop — no reading tonight, BUT… I finished my short story! Yee-haw!

I’ve saved it and put it away for now. I will try and reread it sometime over the weekend and tweak it, and after that, post it here on the blog.

*happy Snoopy dance*

Oh, and at the risk of being totally vague and mysterious, Adam Levine is a GOD. Yeeeeees.

Bubonic Betty

Thursday, January 22nd, 2015

The germs are here.

I feel them.

I can sense them.

My throat feels…weird, and my head a little woozy and cottony. I’ve already gargled with salt water, which helped, and I’m just about to make myself a Hot Toddy, which should hopefully knock the damn invaders right out of the park.

If it isn’t too late, that is.

Well, we shall see what tomorrow morning brings. But for now, it’s reading for the RBC, adding word count to my short story (woo!) and getting slightly tipsy on hot tea and whiskey. Yup, this gal knows how to party, y’all. :/

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Poem: “When to the sessions of sweet silent thought” by William Shakespeare
Short Story: “The Midnight Hour” by Sandra Birdsell (The Penguin Anthology… etc.)
Essay: “A City Run by Children” by Rebecca Mead (New Yorker)

One Step Forward…

Wednesday, January 21st, 2015

Didn’t read last night. Nope.

But… I wrote! Added another 500+ words to the short story I started. I call it progress, Gentle Readers!

No idea when I’ll be able to post it — I think I still have a ways to go — but I’ll put it up when I can. I don’t think I’ll be able to do the “story a week” challenge. I mean, it’s been, what, three weeks of January already, and I haven’t finished a short story yet?

It’s okay. I’m trying my damnedest to not beat myself up about it. At least I’m writing again, and that’s the very most important part.

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Poem: “Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore” by William Shakespeare
Short Story: “Crush” by Bonnie Burnard (The Penguin Anthology… etc.)
Essay: “The Hunting of Billie Holiday” by Johann Hari (Politico Magazine)

RBC January 8

Thursday, January 8th, 2015

Ugh. Missed two days in a row. That’s okay, though. Not going to beat myself up about it. This isn’t a contest or a race. I will do what I can.

I am stressing out a little bit over the “writing the short story” part of the RBC. I feel frozen, unable to put anything down on-screen. I’m not sure I’ll get anything done this week. I don’t even know what to write about. Oy.

It’s okay. It’ll be all right. Wish I could write again, though. Wish I was selling more books.

It’ll come, won’t it?

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Poem: From “The Eve of St Agnes” by John Keats
Short Story: “Presbyterian Crosswalk” by Barbara Gowdy (Penguin Anthology, etc., etc.)
Essay: “The Belfast Operation” by Brian Kevin (Down East)

RBC January 5

Tuesday, January 6th, 2015

Poem: London by William Blake
Short Story: “Miles City, Montana” by Alice Munro
Essay: “The Art World’s Patron Satan” by Christopher Glazek (New York Times Magazine)

Yeesh. The more I think about writing something, the more panicked I feel. :/ I’m not sure how to get over this bump; I suppose the logical answer is to just write something. Anything. Okay. I’m going to squeeze in a few minutes *somewhere* over the next few days.

RBC January 4

Monday, January 5th, 2015

Poem: Felix Randal by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Short Story: “Cloister” by Ann Copeland (The Penguin Anthology of Stories by Canadian Women)
Essay: “A Story of Perseverance” by Richard Sandomir (New York Times)

I know, I missed yesterday. The evening got away from me, and before I knew it… it was *way* too late to start doing more reading. :/ It’s okay, though — I expected these hiccups. Get up, dust myself off, and keep on truckin’. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to be?

I’m actually feeling anxious about starting the writing part of the RBC. I haven’t written anything creative in an age. I’m not even sure what I’m going to write, yet. Maybe it’ll be a whole lot of nothing. Maybe it’ll be more like a vignette or two. I don’t know yet. I guess we’ll have to see next weekend…

*sigh*

Thursday, January 1st, 2015

Happy 2015, all. I don’t know why, but somehow this year it feels awfully anticlimactic. I felt that way even last night when we got home from the house party we attended. An overwhelming feeling of “nothing’s changed” — which, if you think about it, isn’t far off. Nothing’s supposed to *change* with the turning of the clock. It’s just a number; nothing more than a created construct. It’s not as if everything is miraculously supposed to be different when we wake up on January 1st.

But I wanted it to be.

I blame this mild malaise on the fact that I’ve only eaten cookies this morning so far, and have only had one cup of coffee. I think some real food is in order, as well as more java.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the real changes will begin on Monday — January 5 — when all the kidlets go back to school, the spouse goes back to work, and I get back into my own groove. Until then, I shall remain mostly slothful, and we will finish up the remainder of the junk food in the house — the last cookies, chips, etc. — and the new start will go into effect. One has to work her way into these things slowly, yes?

However — that being said — one thing will change: I will start the Ray Bradbury Challenge (henceforth to be known as the RBC), which is referenced a few blog posts back. Realistically, I know I won’t be able to read my required readings every night; I know there will be things that come up to disrupt my evenings. But I figure if I can manage it at least five out of seven nights, I will call that a win. So stay tuned to see how this goes. I’m actually kinda looking forward to it.

Oh, and I plan on posting my short stories likely on the Friday of the week, I think. It may get pushed to Saturday; we’ll have to wait and see how it all pans out. But regardless, stay tuned!