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‘First Man’ nailed it. (Movie Review)

Hello Precious Readers!

Before I jump in, a quick BOOK UPDATE from me: The outline for my paranormal is underway. I originally was only going to do 2 books, but the characters refuse to stop talking at me. It may end up being a 3-book series. The outline for Book 1 is done, and I’m working on the Book 2 outline. I’m doing things a bit differently this time. I want to have all (however may) books completed and ready for the publishers at the time of submission. This means, if my proposed stories are contracted, they’ll be released on a nice and steady schedule. Faster from me to you! Whatever happens, it’s the story I’m working on, the story I need to be working on, and the story I can’t stop working on. Whether publisher picks it up is yet to be seen, but I cannot stop writing it.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled program. (Spoiler-free portion of review.)

FIRST MAN

 

Overall Rating: A-

Ryan Gosling’s Performance: A+

Claire Foy’s Performance: A+

Effects: A+

Directing Style: B+

PROS: Strong, subtle, restrained performances, excellent effects. The space training, first person point of view, and space stuff is visually stunning, leaving you holding your breath the entire time as you feel the clock ticking down.

CONS: The director’s handheld film style, while helps shape the performances of its A-List star actors and promotes the “sitting in the room with the actors” style of storytelling, is completely unfocused and nauseating in IMAX view. Be prepared for a slow burn, while the movie’s pacing fits the mood, you will leave feeling exhausted.

Overall Impressions: Last night, the hubby Pilot and I went to see First Man, the biographical story of Neil Armstrong. The movie doesn’t tell us much about Neil’s childhood or youth. Instead, it drops you right into the center of the middle of his life. He’s married, a father, and already a part of the government as a test pilot. If you’re waiting for a tear-jerking childhood trauma story, this isn’t it. Instead, the drama is in ordinary daily life experiences that Armstrong had in his personal life in dynamic juxtaposition of having an extraordinary career and skill. (It’s still a tear-jerker, bring the tissues.)

SPOILERS WARNING
(You’ve been warned.)

Now for the spoilers…

Let’s get the ugliness out of the way. It’s a biography, not a documentary. By now, if you’ve heard anything about the move First Man, you may have heard of the controversy revolving around the director completely skipping over the planting of the American flag on the Moon. If you follow me on social media, you already know how I feel about this, but for those who don’t… Come find me on Facebook and Twitter. You’re missing daily fun! Ok, back to the seriousness: This movie is a biography, not a documentary. There are countless film clips showing the planting of the flag on the moon by Armstrong that you can go and watch if you want a recollection of history.

To call this movie un-American, I’m afraid you will have completely missed the point of the movie. Its focus is not about USA’s attempt to be the first to the moon. While that is a major part of the movie, it’s not the focus. The focus is a human-interest story. The question “At what cost do you keep pressing on?” is asked repeatedly throughout the film, paralleling NASA’s Gemini and Apollo missions, and Armstrong’s dealings, or lack of dealings, with loss after loss of loved ones. It’s about the emotional toll of someone who is so specialized in his field, it takes laser focus and dedication, even at the cost of the life of his own making. It’s about the choices to connect with others, or not, and how those breadcrumb decisions lead you to where you presently are as a person.

Life of a pilot. As you can imagine, my husband Pilot and I were carefully watching the film over the actors’ performances. Would they accurately portray the life of a couple where one is constantly putting themselves at a higher risk of danger than your average person? Would they portray aviation accurately and objectively? Would Hollywood overblow and glorify what should be showing the everyday impact an extraordinary career can have on an ordinary family? Pilot was impressed with the accuracy of the time you sit in “Ground School” learning so much math and science you feel like your head will explode. The in-flight calculations conducted as you adjust your fuel rationing. The calm, cool, and collected mind that a pilot needs to have, even in the face of imminent death. He agreed the director did an outstanding job.

Merely opinion, but as Pilot and I have lived our lives, the aviation community is quite small. Pilots tend to fall into two categories: boisterous and friendly, or quiet and reserved–but still friendly. There’s something about the aviation world that I’ve appreciated. Maybe it’s the fact that everyone involved knows how much time, dedication, finances, and hard work that goes into learning how to fly something. That any miscalculation will affect how long or how far you’ll be able to fly, or if you’ll be able to get off the ground. Overseeing your own fate tends to make you cut the bull and recognize what real priorities are, for flying and in life.

Back to the movie…

Ryan Gosling’s performance was exceptional. Again, I am not a die-hard Gosling fangirl, but I appreciate his acting skills. Known for playing the ‘silent type’ he evokes a constantly running tickertape of emotions that flash in his eyes in a matter of a few, brief seconds. Deeply rooted pain, determination, failure, selfishness, and a desperate draw for connection that is severed within the first ten minutes of the movie, you can feel the one-two punch of every blow to Armstrong’s journey to the moon. (Sorry “Goslings” out there, I don’t remember him ever being shirtless in this movie. Personally, I’m grateful. Sucks to be you.)

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Loving a Pilot. I have the utmost respect for and pride in my husband. He started flying at the age of 13 years old (before the FAA changed the rules requiring aspiring pilots to be a bit older) and achieved his private pilot’s license at 16 years old. Long-term blog readers know that we are college sweethearts. He was studying Flight Technology at Central Washington University and obtained his instrument rating for his pilot’s license. (For non-aviation people: this means he can fly without any visibility out of the windows, using only the instrument panel.) It almost literally means he can do it blindfolded. The training that comes with an instrument rating makes the student wear gigantic blinders over your face, only allowing him to see the gauges and dials in front of you, and topographical maps to fly. It doesn’t change the fear of being on the ground while a loved one defies gravity for suspended amounts of time. Nor does it quell the fear that the few minutes I see him before he heads out the door might be the last interaction I ever have with him.

It will never change the fact that for each moment my husband is in the air, whether piloting the aircraft himself, or he’s flying with other pilot friends, that a part of my mind and heart will unendingly worry about his safety until I hear he is on the ground.

I am forced to put 100% trust in my husband, his hours of experience in the air or most recent training, his training instructor(s) from over the years agreeing his skills are what they should be, that the weather will cooperate perfectly, and the FAA regulations. I must trust that bird won’t randomly fly into his plane that day. I am forced to trust that for however long he will be in the air, that he will land safely. I am forced to trust that a pine cone that is blown onto the runway will not make a multi-ton metal coffin, with the potential to ignite, to flip, crash, and/or cartwheel on the runway during takeoff or landing.

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Am I being overdramatic? Let me ask you: Does the love of your life hop into a small plane or helicopter, like a bug in the wind, several times a week? Sometimes flying through the mountains, being midair when a patch of fog rolls in, or landing in the middle of a forest with no cell reception? Smaller planes and helicopters don’t have parachutes. There are no computers guiding them. For my husband, it’s just him the yoke, pedals, and a rudder. If he’s riding in a friend’s helicopter, it’s the helicopter pilot, a stick, and pedals. That’s it. Is this considered a part of your daily life?

No?
Then, you don’t know.

You can tell me until you’re blue in the face that flying is safer than driving. I agree with you. I know the statistics as well. Millions of people are in the air right now, miraculously not crashing into each other, going from point A to point B and back. This summer, when Pilot considered going into agricultural aviation, and we had the fortuitous opportunity to talk with the owner of an Ag Pilot business in Quincy, WA. The gentlemen explained with ag flying, it’s not a matter of if you crash, but when you crash. Ag pilots fly within 100 feet of the ground, working hard to avoid phone lines and poles, trees, birds, buildings, etc.

This last August, John Sessions, founder of the Historic Flight Foundation in Everett, WA, was injured in a crash at the Abbotsford, B.C., Canada airshow and due to injuries, doctors were forced to amputate one of his legs below the knee. The airplane had passengers, but thankfully there were no fatalities. My husband knows and has worked for John in the past, and we were relieved to hear that was the extent of his injuries. It won’t stop him from flying. It shouldn’t stop him from flying. But, we need to acknowledge the crash happened. Crashes happen. This wasn’t the first crash to occur during an airshow this last summer. There were two, with Sessions’ crash happening later in summer.

Over the years, he and I have agreed that he not give me fine details about when he takes off for a flight. I only want to know when he’s landed on the ground. He messages me every single time, whether he has a signal or not – so the moment he is within range of cell phone bars, I can see he landed safely. Sometimes it will be the middle of the day and I receive a message from Pilot saying a friend offered to take him up flying that afternoon and he’ll be home late. I’m forced to think back to the morning and hope we had a good one together.

Claire Foy’s performance as the rock of the Armstrong family, heading things at home, and keeping her cool for her children while listening to the radio of Armstrong and Houston’s (NASA command) communications, even when things are going wrong, is the most perfect depiction I’ve seen on screen. She’s not a crybaby, she’s not a drama queen. She knows that it doesn’t help. She is not unemotional, she’s not a robot. She visibly worries, dreads, fears, patiently waits during excruciatingly long periods of time for her pilot to return to the ground and back home. If I could ever meet Foy, I can’t wait to thank her for portraying a steadfast strength and equal vulnerability in the same moment that comes when something has gone wrong and you’re merely a bystander.

A pilot needs to be able to go into a flight with a clear head, whether to fly for pleasure, work, the military, or in Armstrong’s case, space exploration. Pilots need to know home is a calm, settled, undisturbed bubble, and taken care of by those left behind on the ground, so they can focus on their flying. Sometimes it’s easy to be this rock. Sometimes it’s not. Pilot is not a toxic male. He does not ignore or bulldoze over my feelings or emotions. He respects my opinion and often, if not always, seeks it. We decide things together versus him “taking my opinion under consideration,” or vice versa. We talk about anything and everything. We laugh about almost everything. We joke, we fight, we support.

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Pilot and I had a long talk after the movie. We agreed the director and actors portrayed the pride, joy, elation, accomplishment, concern, strain, and the tiny sprout of fear of death that connects two people over the gravity-defying drive and skillset one has that can impact a couple at home. Watching the connection between Ryan Gosling and Claire Foy grow, stretch, strain, and watching how they moved with or around each other, how they discussed, blatantly ignored, or fought about their emotions that surround an aviation-based household… well, it hit a bit too close to home. Granted, we are the ant-sized micro to their macrocosm, but this movie was starting to feel a bit too much like transcription from our own lives.

There was an evening about five years ago. Pilot and a friend decided to go fly up in Northern Washington. There was no greater sound than when my heart fell out of my chest, and I received a phone call. Before I even said anything, the words, “We needed to make an emergency landing,” came through the receiver. It was immediately followed with “Everyone is okay,” but the infinitesimal seconds between those statements I felt a piece of my soul die. A thick fog had rolled in, and they decided to land in an empty, abandoned field with no lights or street signs around to give me an idea of where they were. I spent the next few hours with a friend of mine back and forth in the same area trying to figure out where they had landed. After about three hours, I found them, we all went to dinner, and when the weather cleared again, they both went back to their starting airport. (Pilot still had to pick up his own car.)

Again, I ask you: Do you feel that I’m being overdramatic? Does the love of your life hop into a small plane or helicopter, like a bug in the wind, several times a week? No? Then, you don’t understand the feelings involved.

Practical Effects. The effects used for the space scenes, are without question, some of the most stunning depictions of outer space I’ve seen as of late. The effects used for the training of the pilots/astronauts, and when the actors were inside of each vessel, made each person feel as isolated, claustrophobic, and tripled the intensity. Pilot had mentioned to me that this director prefers minimal CGI. The horrifying and engulfing sounds of metal stretching and yawing, scraping, skittering all around the tight confines of each manned vessel will scare the pants off you more than any horror movie ever will. Probably because it realistically sounds like the last noise you ever hear. I was blown away by the effects, and always prefer practical effects over computer generated.

Length of movie. You’ll feel it all. One thing I will give this movie, is the time spent on experiencing the above-mentioned effects. However, that doesn’t help the slow pacing of the movie. Though it is worth every minute, you will feel every minute of this movie. Be prepared to feel tired, and a little melancholy after this one.

Filming style: Bring out the in-flight vomit bags! We paid money to see this movie in IMAX. Personally, I wouldn’t have, but for Pilot, this was important we do this. The director used a handheld camera style, along with the texture of the film being in a vintage style appropriate for the 1960’s. What does this mean? A lot of bouncing and shaking, along with a lot of fuzziness on the outer parts of the screen. The outer space scenes were filmed statically so the shaky experience isn’t present during the space-y stuff. While unsure if the cost is worth the few minutes of outer space scenery sprinkled throughout the film, die-hard space exploration fans will get a visual treat in crystal clear IMAX format.

Final thoughts. Powerful and restrained acting, a not-so-steady-hand style of film, and the emotional pull and toll life has over a regular person with an anything-but-normal day job will leave you holding your breath until the last minute. Letting go of that single breath in the same way our characters do at the end. If you’re a science/NASA/space exploration nerd, it’s up to you if IMAX is worth it for you. For a “normal” like me, maybe see it on a regular screen and save yourself a few bucks. If Gosling and Foy don’t at least receive Oscar nods, I’ll be highly disappointed in the Academy (even though we all know awards ceremonies are complete shams).

“To most people, the sky is the limit. To those who love aviation, the sky is home.”

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Available now for FREE: Demo Release for “Amelia Darnell: Secrets of Silvercrest Village” 2-D point-and-click PC video game by Airtight Alibi Productions, LLC!

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Airtight Alibi Productions, LLC is PROUD to present the FREE digital download of our first game, Amelia Darnell: Secrets of Silvercrest VillageIt’s finally here! Our campaign and demo are live! Please try it out, spread the word, and enjoy about our awesome project! Thank you guys for all your support!

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NaNoWriMo 2018: It’s the most type-able time of the year

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Mark your calendars and get ready to don your favorite Viking helmet, Precious Readers! NaNoWriMo is on its way!

What is NaNoWriMo? It’s short for “National Novel Writing Month“! That’s right, you write an entire novel in 30 days!

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What does this mean? I’m going to participate! Well folks, this summer was lacking in motivation to write. I’m determined to make up for it by working on my next book. That’s right. Even after August 2018’s post mentioning that I wasn’t sure what my next book was going to be, inspiration–that fickle mistress muse that it is–struck my brain. I’ve been diligently working on an outline for 2+ books on a new series.

You’re not writing Roxy Summers #4? When will we see it? I’m taking a break from writing Roxy Summers. My latest book, Missing You, a Roxy Summers Mystery #3, wraps up major plot points in the series, though it’s been left open-ended for more to be written at a later time. I haven’t abandoned my beloved Roxy, more books will be written, but my brain is telling me to branch into a new genre. I can’t help when inspiration strikes, and I’m being pulled into a different direction for the time being. I have a paranormal that my fingers have been itchy to type, and I’ve already written several pages of notes of how I would want this series to go. These new-ish characters are screaming at me and are not leaving me alone. Look on the brighter side: it means new characters for you to meet and love, new adventures to sink your teeth into, and plot lines punched up with classic KB snarky humor coming at you!

Hold the phone, you’re going to be writing an entire novel in one month? Short answer: Yup, that’s right! Long answer: This will be a not-ready-to-publish first draft. Imagine the roughest and most typo-filled manuscript you will ever (not) see in your life. It won’t be perfect, it won’t be pretty, and it definitely will not be reader-worthy by the time November 30th rolls around. However, the basic outline and major details will be worked out. My goal is to complete my outline of the character’s story arcs for (however many) books it takes to complete their story by October 31, and then have 50,000 words written by November 30 for the first book.

Isn’t that a bit ambitious? Yes, yes it is. I am the kind of person where if I don’t have any kind of structure about a task or work, I will not do it. I’m self-disciplined enough where if I have a schedule I’ll stick to it, but if there is no plan in place, I get lazy. NaNoWriMo each November helps keep me motivated. Plus, there are some wicked fun chat rooms where you can connect with other writers in your local area who are going through this event with you. It’s a lot of fun, a lot of support, and helpful to keep me motivated on my next project(s).

What is the new book series? I’m working on Top Secret-Super-Secret-Squirrel-Hush-Hush project to bring a paranormal series to you. I hope it’s something you’ll be interested in. (Before you roll your eyes, although I love me some vamps, this is not a vampire novel.) Growing up, my top favorite type of book to read was science fiction. Although this will be a paranormal, the idea of abnormal characters and situations (sometimes otherworldly) make my little book-loving heart go pitter patter. Although I’m not ready to share details yet, I hope it will be a magical experience for you. (For longtime blog followers, you might already have an idea of what I’m working on.) I actually created these characters years and years ago, but decided to push Roxy Summers as my first book towards publication. My gut instinct won out, and now I have three books published. I’m hoping that you, as a blog and book reader, will continue along this publication journey with me and stick around while I venture into a quasi-new territory of genre writing.

Do you participate? If you are a NaNoWriMo participant, LOOK ME UP! I’m serious! If you’re participating, don’t be afraid to connect with me on their website! I’ll be wearing my virtual NaNoWriMo viking helmet proudly!

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Hope you have an awesome week, and remember, you can always keep more up-to-date with me by following me on social media!

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Wishing you a happy fall filled with warm beverages, snuggly blankets, and your favorite authors!

-KB

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Haven’t read the Roxy Summers Mystery SeriesStart with Capture Me and meet Roxy in a case of cat-and-mouse for a grand Seattle adventure! Then, travel with Roxy to sunny Los Angeles for a food competition to die for in her sequel novel, Crush On You! Roxy’s third book, Missing You has Roxy and friends searching of her ex-boyfriend, lost in a blizzard-riddled Alaska, hoping to find him before time runs out.

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Memento Mori

This is a blog by Patricia Johns. She’s a fantastic romance author, one of whom has my highest respect. I wholeheartedly agree with her blog post, and whether you are a believer in religion or not, *I* believe we should do our best to leave the world in a better condition than when we started it, whether that is at the cost of our own happiness or not.

I don’t like to post about religion too much on my page, as politically I’m an Independent and have some left-ist views on several points, plus I like to keep this space open for all readers and would never want to alienate someone based on their non/religious or political views. But I am a non-denominational Christian, and am unashamed to admit it.

One area Patricia points out is that at the end of the day, it isn’t what makes you happy, but what is right. It should also be said, that I don’t believe in a “soul points system”. It’s not how many good deeds one completes, it’s the heart and intention of your good deed, and I believe that Patricia is someone who implied this as part of her original blog post (but I’d have to officially ask her). It’s the intention of knowing you need to be doing the right thing when temptation is mild or the strongest it’s ever been. Helping someone because you want to do your best to make *them* feel a little bit better when the world is getting them down, because you know life is tough and can be harsh.

I hope you enjoy her post, it’s short, it’s sweet, it’s thoughtful.

Happy Monday, Precious Readers!

– KB

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On Twitter, I follow a Catholic nun who has a skull on her desk. She keeps it there year round in a practice called Memento Mori, or the Medieval Latin Christian tradition of reflecting on your own mortality. This sister tweets daily about living her life as if each day could be her last.

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It might seem a little morbid, but she caught my attention and I continued to follow her because she intrigues me.

We often think about how life seems to fly by when we look back on it, but we don’t like to think about how fast it’s moving in the other direction. It’s… unsettling. No one likes to think about dying. However, I do want to live a life of no regrets. When my time does come, I don’t want to look back and realize I missed the point of it all.

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A Change of Pace/Next Book

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This blog post is in memory of my Dad.
I miss you every day.

Hello Precious Readers!

Long time, no write, I know. In fact, that statement is far more loaded than it appears.

I released my third book, Missing You (a Roxy Summers Mystery) last month. (Have you read it? I happen to know that it’s fantastic. You should check it out, and leave a review!) I am already receiving questions: When is the next book coming out?

As I’ve learned from other author friends and mentors, this is a common question asked, typically the same day as a book releases. Similar to people asking newlyweds, or sometimes immediately following a wedding ceremony, when the lovely couple is having children. These questions are often asked in moments of excitement from the requestor, not necessarily meant as a slight upon the subject being asked. However, writing is time taking out of my day to literally sit and stare at a computer monitor while typing for hours, every day. It’s time not spent with my husband, my dogs, my friends, my family. It’s time separate from my full-time and part-time jobs. It’s time spent not sleeping, doing chores around the home, and overall taking away from the sliver of time trying to have a life outside of work.

This summer was a particularly awkward and painful one for me, and admittedly and unabashedly, I confess I did absolutely zero writing. None. Zip. Nada. Nothing. Other than social media, my computer was only used for paying bills and looking at funny YouTube videos.

Why? Why after working so hard to be published for the first time, and successfully launching a 3-book series, would I spend 2.5 months writing absolutely nothing at all? As we all know, life throws curve balls, and sometimes their emotional impact lasts longer than expected.

After nearly 11 years since my Dad’s passing, and 11 years spent on our family’s attempted healing, it was decided that this was the year my Dad’s ashes were to be interned into the Tahoma National Cemetery. For those who don’t know, Tahoma National Cemetery is specifically for those who have served in the U.S. military and their spouses. I won’t go into detail, but it was a small ceremony with traditions held by the U.S. Navy. My Dad served for the Navy during the Vietnam war, living on the U.S.S. Enterprise. (No, not a Star Trek reference… this time.) He was on the aircraft carrier during its initial combat deployment. He worked the night shift, complete with a schedule starting at 2:00 am, and a bedtime of 7:00 pm. He never changed this schedule for the rest of his life, save for family vacations. That discipline stayed with him from when he was 17 years old until he was 60 years old. That is, (let me get my calculator here), 43 years of tradition.

My Dad passed in a sudden, painful way, while at home, the day after Thanksgiving. It was supposed to be a year of celebration. My parents had celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary that year. I had just come home from CWU and was starting my first job post-graduation. My parents were approaching discussions of retirement and considering moving to Nevada where it was warmer. They had even flown down twice that year to scope out property. I was planning on looking for an apartment.

It had been a normal evening. We were all home from work, had eaten dinner together. My Dad was on his way to bed. My mom and I were up watching some lighthearted show on TV. My mom and I were with him. We didn’t get a chance to say goodbye, we didn’t know it was coming, and before we knew it, he was gone. My mother and I were immediately thrust into deciding how to live the rest of our lives without him. Our last moments together as a family were spent in terror, pain, confusion, trauma, and anger. While I would never, under any circumstances wish anyone ill or a long and a painful death, I envy families who had times to not only internally say goodbye to their loved ones, but know when the end was coming. They were able to make a plan, and a semblance of peace regarding the one they lost or are losing.

The end is not always a Lifetime movie drama with everyone around a gurney in a hospital, or someone lying on their death-bed. Sometimes the end is something that takes moments away from you. We never got to say, “I love you”, or try to keep him comfortable in death.

We never got to say goodbye. His life ended in pain, fear, and confusion. Surrounded by EMTs instead of his loved ones.

He had not wanted a funeral service, as stated in his will. He wasn’t a man for pomp and circumstance. His co-workers threw a memorial at the University of Washington, where he had just accomplished his 10th year working there. My mom retired three years after his death, after working for the UW for over 28 years. For the rest of us, we moved on, but others needed an official ceremony so we had somewhere for his remains to reside. So, we held one.

I don’t believe in the word “closure” as it’s used today. I don’t believe that the loss of a loved one is something you “close a chapter on” and then live as if their memory has no effect on you every day after they’re gone. The memory is an ever evolving blob. Sometimes it shrinks, sometimes it takes over, sometimes it’s a microscopic dot on your radar. While the ceremony provided much-needed release for my Mom and some of our family, it did the opposite for me.

After eleven years, I’d gotten to the place where my dad’s memory wasn’t gone, but it had morphed into just the good memories. The ones I enjoyed. The memories didn’t stand out from any particular event or milestone in my life. It was the little things, like seeing him smoking outside, leaning on the garbage can in his sweatpants. The way he always folded his hands on his stomach while reclined in his Dad Chair watching an old western. Hearing him whistle while he was working or tinkering at his workshop surface. The clink of ice while he was drinking his Pepsi, the constant, friendly battle between him and my Mom, my Mom being a die-hard Coca Cola fan. His hugs. The horrible, evil glint in his eye while I was sitting in my parent’s new car that had programmable seats (a new thing for any driver at the time). He had pressed the button causing the seat to start moving. I freaked out, wondering if I had broken the car and the robot apocalypse was trapping me inside the vehicle for all of eternity. The never ending trips to Costco as a family outing. Those were all thrown away for the last two months, temporarily vandalized by the gut-wrenching memory of the last hour of his life.

This had a severe impact on my mental status this summer. I’ve talked about depression and anxiety before, but I will continue writing about it until the stigma is gone. That people understand that it doesn’t “go away”, you “can’t snap out of it”, it’s not a “mood”. There are good days, there are bad days. There are long stretches of good days/weeks/months, swiftly hitting you up with time where you never leave bed, the lights are off, and you just lie there for hours. Doing nothing. No TV, no phone, no radio, no talking, etc. You feel weak, tired, achy, listless. The nightmares come back. Whatever quiet I was attempting to obtain was blighted by restless sleep filled with made up scenarios my backstabbing brain came up with to terrorize me in my dreaming subconscious. The dreams mean nothing, but their lingering effects on how they made me feel stick with me for days afterward.

You just… try to exist and hope it’s enough.

You try to remember that you exist.

All of these memories came up and made it difficult to find the mental and physical capacity to write. Writers are always saying, “Write every day. Even when you don’t want to you. Find time to write every day.” They never tell you how much. For me, it was sticking with social media, updating my Facebook Fan Group on its usual schedule, keeping a presence on Twitter. That was all I could do.

That was enough for me.

By the way, the U.S. military is dismantling the U.S.S. Enterprise this year. Did you know that?

Back to the Big Question: When is the next book coming out?

Now that I’ve talked with my publisher at Trifecta Publishing House, here is my answer: After two and a half years of solid writing Roxy, frankly, I need a break. While I have a general idea of how I want the her next story to go, and ideas for several more books, I’m not in the creative head space to continue her story at this time. There are some other ideas I’ve been mulling for years that I’d like to move forward with and get out of Roxy’s world for a little while, and I need to write something else. There is an idea for a fourth Roxy Summers book. The idea is with Trifecta. It is not under contract at the moment. It will be written.

I don’t know when, but in the near future.

Never have I been looking forward to going back to work in my life. As same for the students who attend, I like the structure. The reliability that the building will most likely outlive me. The steadiness of the schedule. Routine. It helps me stay on task. I actually write better when my schedule is full. I think it’s the discipline and the mental reminder that my writing time is limited, that if I don’t complete it now, I’ll have to catch up the next day.

The work is there, I just need to type it. Enough time has passed that I’m ready to metaphorically pick up the pen and put it to paper. (I do better typing than handwriting out my thoughts. I’m far faster, and a more accurate, typist.)

Wishing you a fantastic fall, filled with easily cleaned falling leaves, lots of vibrant tree color, and pumpkin spice only if you want it.

Love and hugs,
KB

*CONTEST CLOSED* PRIZES TO GIVEAWAY TODAY! Missing You Release Day!

EVENT: Missing You Release Party!

WHEN: TODAY, Monday, August 13th @ 6:30pm (PST)

WHERE: ONLINE here – https://www.facebook.com/events/330451244163653/?ti=cl

It’s here! Missing You is here! To celebrate, I’m giving away a bunch of prizes! You might win a free Kindle from Trifecta Publishing House! I look forward to seeing you there! Fun and Prizes to be had! Don’t forget to share the event with your friends. You’ll be able to ask me anything you want.

I have THREE (3) gift baskets* to giveaway! Each will contain:
~ 1 Autographed copy of Capture Me
~ 1 Autographed copy of Crush On You
~ 1 Autographed copy of Missing You
~ 1 jewelry item
~ Exclusive Missing You themed cookies, prepared by pacific northwest-based bakery, Trixie’s Cakes, handmade by Trixie herself!

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Check out Katherine Bacher’s Roxy Summers Mystery Series! Available in print and e-book. Roxy Summers is a Seattle Sweetie who can’t seem to stay out of trouble. My books are full of mystery, hilarity, and sass!

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Read the whole series:

💕 B1: CAPTURE ME
Nothing ends a first date faster than finding a dead body.
➡️https://books2read.com/u/3nOO29
⭐Amazon Best Seller

💜 B2: CRUSH ON YOU
Someone is stirring up trouble in Roxy’s world.
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💙 B3: MISSING YOU
When worlds collide, love can leave you cold.
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“Roxy Summers is the kind of woman anyone would want as a friend — spunky, loyal, and courageous!”

~ Jennifer Fischetto, National Bestselling Author
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*Each gift basket is limited to only one (1) gift basket per winner. Facebook and WordPress is/are not a sponsor of this event or prizes. Please allow up to two (2) weeks for delivery. Winners must be residents of the continental United States of America. Winners are selected randomly. No P.O. boxes, must be a street address for delivery.

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Roxy releases in 3 days! Pre-order now!

It’s almost time! Missing You released Monday! Pre-order your copy here: http://books2read.com/u/bWz0J7

Haven’t read Roxy yet? Catch up quick on Roxy Summers’ adventures before the third book releases in both print and e-book on August 13th!

If you have read Roxy, I’d love it if you left a review! Online reviews are everything, and allow the books to become visible to new readers! Post a picture of you with your paperback or e-reader with a Roxy cover showing, and tag me, sharing you reading your copy!

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Roxy Summers Mystery Series

CAPTURE ME (Book 1):

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CRUSH ON YOU (Book 2):

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MISSING YOU BACK COVER BLURB:

When worlds collide, love can leave you cold.

Seattle magazine blogger and photographer, Roxy Summers finds herself frozen in place still stinging from the harsh rejection of mercurial Detective Charlie Bennett and wracked with guilt over turning down Seattle’s favorite hunky bachelor, Dylan Hunt. Life throws her a snowball when her ex, Aiden disappears under suspicious circumstances. Roxy is forced to confront her past while facing an uncertain future in the middle of nowhere.

While trapped in a blizzard-ridden remote town of Alaska, and with the clock ticking down over Aiden’s survival, Roxy finds herself surrounded by volatile guests and evasive staff. She soon learns that it’s those closest to you who are capable of the darkest betrayal.

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Pre-order Missing You today: http://books2read.com/u/bWz0J7

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