L is for Life

I started writing this post when the vet called. My littlest but oldest dog is in the hospital. He has been for a couple of days now. He is just deteriorating. Not eating or drinking. We can’t really tell what’s wrong. A bug? The little tumor he has on his gallbladder? The medicine for dementia he was prescribed a couple of weeks ago?

It feels wrong that he is there. Little Sheeba. Deaf and probably confused. He should be in my arms.

The vet says they’re giving him 24 hours but after that they’re giving up. He is old and thin, it’s cruel to just let him suffer.

How does one deal with the death of a pet? I have had it happened before but it’s such a shock. I don’t know what to do now. We got him when I was 16, he has been a part of my life for so long.

I hate the thought of him being somewhere I can’t get to. Where he can’t get to me. To us.

Maybe he will miraculously get better and come home tomorrow. Stranger things have happened right? Right?

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A (Not So) Short History of Women Riding Astride

I’m gathering research for my new novel, this is very relevant and awesome-ly written.

Susanna Forrest

IWWH covers I enjoyed talking about the history of sidesaddle on Countryfile – it was my first experience of TV and everyone was incredibly friendly and easygoing. We did a few takes of different parts of the interview and it was hard to know whether to embellish what I’d said each time or to say the same thing again. There’s so much material to use but you only have seconds in which to say it, and the entire segment on sidesaddle was six minutes long. This slot had to include the presenter, Ellie, having a sidesaddle lesson, a display by the Legover Ladies and interviews with saddler Laura Dempsey and Roger Philpot. The result is that you simplify as colourfully as you can and make a mental note to do a blog post which clarifies a thing or two. I haven’t seen the programme yet as I can’t watch it on iPlayer…

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Announcement!

A few months ago I signed with Triplicity Publishing and on Monday the 18th of December “Out of Hand” comes out!

“Mimi Adam lives in a shabby London apartment with an old sewing machine and unpaid bills, learning that working as a modern day seamstress is not what she imagined as a child. Leo lives as a smuggler without a proper home; she wouldn’t call herself a criminal, but she doesn’t shy away from crime.
When Leo is ordered to kidnap Mimi and take her out of the country, the situation quickly gets out of hand. Leo isn’t good at the job and Mimi is bratty, demanding and difficult. A story about cautious friendship and aggressive attraction while on journey across Europe.”

Updates

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Hi guys!

I’m dealing with some health issues at the moment which is why I’m completely silent and inactive but after an extra nice dinner tonight (plus putting on birthday pyjamas I recieved a few days ago) I finally did something overdue.

Now State of Emergency is available through Smashwords and can be picked up here.

I’ve also recieved final beta read of “Out of Hand” but because of mentioned health issues I don’t dare to promise when I’ll publish it.

I hope everyone will have a great December! ❤

/Kathy

In defence of coincidences…

Sometimes you read a story where something happens and you just think to yourself: “No way this could happen! It’s just too much of a coincidence.”Most of the time I agree with you. I want to read believable stories or at least for the writer to convince me. But sometimes strange things happen. Just like that.

Let me show what I mean.

Story number one:

The first one involves my cousin-in-law (fine, my wife’s cousin, you know what I mean). He is from Brazil, just like her, but has been living in London for the past ten or so years. He was taking the tube back home from the gym one night, wearing shorts in spite of the November cold. He hears behind him two people talking in Portuguese, saying how he is crazy for wearing shorts. This man, being who he is, strikes up a conversation for them. “Oh you’re also from Brazil?” They’re all from Brazil. All fine and dandy. “So what town are you from?” “Wow, Salvador?” They all come from the same city? Sure I can buy it. “So which part of town?” Now I don’t remember what the part of town is called but it was the same. They laugh. “So what building?”

Soooo… it turns out these two people lived in the apartment underneath the one where wife’s cousin had lived!

I mean, what are the odds?

Story number two:

My wife was going to fly from Brazil to Britain where we lived a few years ago. She was going to change flights in both Lisbon and London, like one does. Her father tells her, “oh, my cousin is flying to Portugal this month, maybe you’ll meet her!” My wife, being the cynic she is, probably replied something like “yeah, sure, out of all the flights in all of August, I’ll probably see her.”

Now, wife (well, she was girlfriend then, but you know) didn’t even know her father’s cousin. They’d never even met before.

The day comes, she boards the flight with assistance (we were minors then) and the flight attendant take her to her seat, says her full name and gives her some information. Once she leaves, the woman in the seat next to her opens her mouth. Of course it’s the dad’s cousin. She brought out family photos and apparently talked all the way to Portugal.

 

 


Sure, this is all anecdotal, but all stories like these are. And haven’t we all encountered strange coincidences to certain degrees?

Now maybe how the characters in my newest story “Under the Fallen Star” meet is too coincidental, too strange, too perfect. But I stand by it. In my world, it’s within the realm of possibilities.

How did they meet, you ask? Well, I’m not completely ready to share that with you yet. But soon enough you’ll know, don’t worry.

Update

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Hi guys!

As you’ve probably noticed I haven’t been active here for the last couple of months. I’m still writing, but much less than before I started working. I’m now lying on the sofa, recovering from the flu and thought I would give a general update on what I’ve been up to.

Mainly, I’m working now. And to be honest, I’ve been struggling a little bit for different reasons. I don’t want to go into it but some days I haven’t been able to write anything. Not blog posts, not short stories and definitely not anything longer. I’m picking it up, slowly but surely and writing still has my heart. But I don’t have time and energy for everything I want to do.

The good news is that I have recieved the final beta reading on my novella “Out of Hand” which I hope to self-publish in January (more on that at a later time) and that I’m almost done with the first draft of my other novella called “Under the Fallen Star”.

Once I’m done with that I’m planning to finally finish up the next installment of “Never Break a Leg Before Christmas.”

In the meantime enjoy the photo of my dog, Einstein. 😀

 

State of Emergency Teaser

Today I’d love to share a small segment from my novel “State of Emergency” that’s going to be published on August 10.


“Idun! Thank God!”

It didn’t matter that Idun was tired and slightly groggy from the pain pills; she would recognize her sister’s voice anywhere.

 “Jo! Hey! What’s up?” She felt a twinge of guilt for not calling her sister for so long. Did Jo even know about Idun’s accident? I doubt Mercedes called and told her. Idun scoffed.

“Look, I don’t have much time. It’s very important that you listen to me now.”

Idun’s eyebrows knitted and she sat up to be able to focus. Sudden pain reminded her that she couldn’t yet move freely and she took Mercedes’ pillow and pressed it against her abdomen with her free hand.

“I’m listening.”

“Some bad things are going to happen and soon; I’m breaking more rules than I can count telling you this, but I couldn’t bear something happening to you.”

Idun hugged the pillow closer.

“You’re scaring me.”

“Good. I need you to hide. Don’t come out no matter what you hear. Not if someone calls for you, not if someone knocks on the door. Just stay away from the windows and hide. I’ll see if…” The call dropped.

“Jo? JO?” Idun looked at the phone. She couldn’t even call back since Jo had called from a private number. What is happening? She quickly called Mercedes’s number, her heart beating in her throat.

As the phone kept ringing and it became clear that nobody on the other end was picking up, Idun felt her throat turn dry; Mercedes always answered her calls.


What do you guys think?

10 Funny Book Dedications That Actually Got Published

This is so funny…

Books Rock My World

I love reading book dedications! Often, it is our first touch with an author. it is intimate to read those words that often show what they truly cherish in life, what they hope for the book, what they hold dear.

But sometimes, authors get bold, and instead of constructing a “proper” dedication, they write words that are unorthodox, honest and often humorous. Here are 10 of dedications like that!

  1. The Selection” by Kiera Cass
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  2. “Psychos: A White Girl Problems Book” by Babe Walker
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  3. An Introduction To Algebraic Topology” by Joseph J. Rotman
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  4. “The House of Hades” by Rick Riordan
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  5. “My Shit Life So Far” by Frankie Boyle
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  6. “Austenland” by Shannon Hale
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  7. “The Land Of Stories” by Chris Colfer
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  8. “Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” by Mark Twain
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  9. “No Thanks” by E.E. Cummings
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  10. “Post Office” by Charles Bukowski
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