Thursday, February 25, 2016

Mother Nature is having way too much fun this week

February 25, 2016

I’m anxious to be outside. Looking out my office window I see many small branches that have fallen from the trees in nature’s annual winter pruning. We’ll gather them up for a nice, warm bonfire some chilly Saturday morning. It may sound like hard work, but it’s not. I enjoy caring for this small piece of our planet I’ve been blessed with.

Aside from anticipating yard work, I’ve been grumbling and mumbling about the February weather. Or at least I was until yesterday evening. February has been dull and dreary, for the most part. Cold, too. Yesterday morning I woke to a coating of ice on my windshield. By afternoon, we had a rainstorm complete with lightning (but I never heard any thunder).

But while Mother Nature often uses February to keep us mortals in line, sometimes she can relent and give us a glimpse of what lies ahead. After the deluge yesterday, a beautiful double rainbow appeared. I was driving and couldn’t get a photo, so I snagged one off the internet to share here. 

Even without a personal photo, I’ll remember this rainbow, and the promise of spring given to us at the close of a very wet and chilly February day. 

Saturday, February 13, 2016

The Ghost Wore Denim

February 13, 2016

**UPDATED August 4, 2018**

The Ghost Wore Denim is now included in the entire story, The Ghost at the B and B. We got the story started with The Ghost Wore Denim and The Ghost Makes Three. We were unable to release the final book due to the closing of Amber Quill Press. Now, finally, the story is complete. The Ghost at the B&B is all three books in one special volume. (At a single book price because we know so many of you already have the first two stories.) And yes, Robin is a friendly ghost. Very friendly.


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Having a ghost in the background might be an odd choice for Valentine's Day weekend, but here we are. I think anytime two people meet and fall in love is special. It's their very own Valentine's Day.

So here are seven sexy paragraphs from The Ghost Wore Denim for this My Sexy Saturday.

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“No.” He gave me a lazy grin and pressed his knee a little harder against my leg. “Just something I learned from my high school history teacher and never forgot.”

“I imagine it also holds true in your job as a police officer. Especially when you’re dealing with conflicting witness statements.”

“You got that right. Half a dozen witnesses can result in half a dozen different stories.”

The lights dimmed and the speakers buzzed a split second before the music started. It was an old classic—soft, sultry and aimed at getting those interested, in the mood for a little closer contact. “You like to dance?” Colin inquired.

“Depends who’s doing the asking.”

“Me.” He pushed back his chair, got to his feet and reached for my hand. “You’ll like it. I promise.”

The moment we stepped onto the floor and Colin positioned me firmly against his body, any doubts I may have had as to his intentions were made crystal clear. He wanted me and the feeling was one-hundred-percent mutual. He was right. This was exactly what I liked. And when his lips brushed mine and I felt his arousal pressing hard against me. I liked it enough to reconsider my position on taking things slow and easy.

The Ghost Wore Denim
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KC Kendricks

Sunday, February 7, 2016

The Kendricks 700

February 7, 2016

Seven hundred blog posts. 

I suppose hitting 700 could be considered a milestone of sorts. I don't really know. I knew it was coming and just like those other numbers with the zeros, I wondered what profound bit of blogging wisdom I could share. Hmmm. 

Wisdom is a fleeting thing. One day you have it and the next it's gone. My world is in transition mode. So many things I thought were clear are now muddied through no actions of my own. 

My mother will need increasing care, as will my stepfather. I've dithered about early retirement and now I may not have a choice. The publishing industry is going down in flames and the Phoenix rising from the ashes is the indie author. 

Wisdom? I have none. 

What I do have is a willful determination to keep going. Progress may not be fast, or even steady, but each step forward is a victory. So forward I go. For me, giving up and/or resting on my laurels are not options. 

Like so many days, there is much to do and not enough minutes to accomplish it all. Like so many days, I need to pick and choose where my time and energy are spent. Maybe blogging isn't the best choice, but the 700th blog post wouldn't wait. 

My thanks to all of you for coming along for the ride. Where are we going next? Stay tuned. We can figure it out together. 


Saturday, February 6, 2016

A new little boy

February 6, 2016

I think I have a line on a puppy. I don't want to jinx it, but I'm beyond thrilled! He's about three weeks old and I can't even meet him in person until he's six weeks. We can't bring him home until March. 

March is good. We got Jett in March and it worked out perfectly for us. March gives me time to get puppy supplies and toys.

The thing is, I may not last that long! Look at those paws! That little scrunchy face! 

This is like computer dating. I'm in love and he hasn't even licked me yet! 


PS. You know he's going to end up the hero in a book, don't you? 

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

IWSG - Seasonal Depression

February 3, 2016

Seasonal Depression

The Insecure Writer’s Support Group

Seasonal depression is nothing to scoff at. It’s February. It’s cold. It’s dark and damp, devoid of sunshine. They say the days are getting longer but how can one really tell with the grey cloud cover? And snow. Let’s not forget the northern residents who have the white shit to deal with. 

Having been about this business of writing for a while, every year I read posts from various authors dealing with seasonal depression. It consumes them. It’s all they can focus on and all they can talk about. It steals their talent and their time.

Those of us who experience only a mild desire to hibernate don’t fully understand just how debilitating this disorder can be. At least I won’t pretend I understand what a full-blown case of seasonal depression must be like. An extra hour of sleep a night is all I need to get through mid-January to mid-March and stay on track in my life.

It’s tough enough on a good day to hit whatever word count you’ve set for yourself. Exercise? Yeah, forcing myself to go out in the cold to walk takes some amount of willpower, but the fresh air is worth the chill.

It scares me to think of what would happen if one day I would simply give up and not step outside. Or only have the will to write in the sunshine. This fear is more real in 2016 as my mother was just diagnosed with Alzheimer's. I'm many things in this life but at the core I'm a writer. It's who I am. I never want to lose that. 

Need a quick read? Hey, Joe is available at online booksellers for a whopping big 99-cents.