The books, the editing, and the stealing

Hello Precious Readers!

I’ve some good news and bad news. Since I always believe in ending on a high note, here’s the bad news:

My first book, Capture Me, was pirated by LibGen. If you haven’t heard, this last week all of the author world was abuzz over The Atlantic article that brought to light the massive META (Facebook/Zuck) data breach that was used to train AI programs. This included, 7.2 million authors’ hard work being stolen and used to populate the website LibGen, a place that allows people to download books for free. I spent an evening this week writing DCMA letters to the website from both the Author’s Guild template (which sends a template letter directly to the LibGen source), and a separate one from my email address.

I deeply ask for your support in not using LibGen to download books. They did not get permission from authors, and it leaves us smaller known authors out of our own income.

Plus, stealing is wrong.

The other bad news: There are a lot of Amazon boycotts happening. Believe me, I have thoughts about this. Since my books are still not available for purchase yet, it doesn’t directly affect me, but it affects so many other people. Without going into further detail, I simply highly recommend you purchase books directly from the author. It gives them more profit, you’re not susceptible to your license of the book being revoked by a big (virtual) box store, and you know that you’re supporting the author directly.

In some medium news: Pilot, Buddy Bacher, and I were super, super sick for the last two months straight. I’m not even kidding. Buddy Bacher started a half-kindergarten program this year and between him at school and Pilot in person at work, they both traded off bringing a bunch of viruses into our home. Pilot’s even descended into pneumonia (which, thank goodness is gone now).

We’re all still coughing a bit, but this last week was the first week all of us went back to our duties full time. I secured a new client for four drawings from my new illustration business, http://kawaiisublimestudios.com and have already delivered 1/4. Due to contract details, I cannot reveal the first work for a couple of months. In the meantime, I have some other drawings I’m working on to showcase on socials during the down time. If you’d like some art from me, check out my Kawaii Sublime Studios Instagram for samples, and check out my website. Contact me for any portraiture, memorialization, development of fan art or character design, book cover design, logo design, etc. The possibilities are endless!

NOW, THE GOOD NEWS!

I heard back from my Beta Readers for my first book Capture Me re-write, and now that I’m not down with the various plagues, I’m off to start re-editing book two: Crush On You while incorporating the feedback I received from Betas for book one.

Want to be a Beta Reader for Crush On You? Send me an email to KatherineBacher@gmail.com.

Admittedly, Crush On You was not my strongest work. I was crunched on a deadline and always wanted a chance to rewrite it. I’m deeply considering some major changes. I’m also considering changing the titles of the new books to make re-publishing easier for them. (No issues with copyright laws, even though the books are all mine again.) I’m still looking into how I can sell both print and e-books directly from my website to you as well. There’s a lot of tech work I’m unfamiliar with, and it also doesn’t come cheap if I can’t do it myself. I have a bit of a learning curve ahead of me right now.

With everything happening in America right now, I just want to wish you peace of mind and self-care during these times. If you haven’t figured out through my books and my blog, I’m grateful to be a blue dot in a blue county in a blue state. Many, many people are not so lucky.

Take care, know that you have my support, and keep an eye on my Instagram for more day-to-day updates.

Love and hugs,
KB

Accidentally found me in a triad, and the rise of Fall (Call for Beta Readers!)

Hello Precious Reader!

Before I go too far in depth, let’s take care of some business: Sadly, no one entered my contest. (Womp womp.) So, there are no winners to announce. Not surprising since I neglected my blog for several years.

A week ago, I had a great conversation with author, Marie Tuhart, a many years-established author of erotica. (Check out her latest series: Desert Destiny here.)

She’s so kind, smart, and fun to talk with. If you like high-octane erotica, she’s definitely one to read. Weird fact, years ago she held a contest for one of her books where the winner would have a character named after them. I ended up being the randomly chosen winner! Little did I know that the main character, named after moi, would be the center of an erotica about a triad relationship. (I know, ooh la la!) You can imagine my surprise when that little piece of information floated my way! I had a good laugh about it, and it’s still a hot read. If you want to read it, check out Embracing Desire. (Insert blush here. Book is below.)

After our conversation, it became clear that 2024 is not the year to re-release a story and my goal was too aggressive for reality. I’ve decided to hold off on my goal of getting my books back on shelves by Dec 2024, and instead am focusing on Spring 2025. At least it gives me some more time to navigate all of the prep that goes into self-publishing for the first time to make sure I do it right. (A huge shoutout to Marie for her mentorship and support as I’m actually moving forward with republishing my books. Thank you!)

I’ve got Capture Me re-edited and am in the Beta Tester phase! I’m collecting Beta Readers to read my refreshed version of my first Roxy Summers Mystery book. Would you like to be a beta reader? If so, email me at katherinebacher@gmail.com. Let me know by Oct. 11th. I’ll be sending out the manuscript on or by Oct. 12th and will need your comments and edits on or by Oct. 31st. A good Advanced Reader Copy (ARC) of a murder mystery is a great way to settle into the spooky season!

Back to life … back to reality. (Sorry, it was right there!) My time with my neighborhood’s “HOA” of sorts is finally completed. My reign as a member of the Board of Directors has finished. It hasn’t quite hit me yet but giving it a few weeks and realizing how much more time I have to focus on work and stuff may help. I’m finding I’m less stressed out, less tired, and sleeping more. How about that? I’m grateful for more of the “me” hours to focus on my family, my home, and being together. Having said that…

Speaking of breathing room: Our family went through two weeks of hell with a cold bug that started with our son, then my husband a day later. After half a week caring for them, they finally were on the mend. Then I got it 4 days after my husband. Life with a small child and two weeks of zero cleaning, our place is a mess! It’s good timing though, as around this time of year I get a “hibernation prep” vibe and start doing the final purge of the year, ridding my home of stuff and doing a major deep clean before bunkering down for the fall and winter. I tend to go through 2 purges per year. Once in late spring, and once before winter. Either way, it’s my favorite time year and I’m glad to have made it through this one! 2024 hasn’t been easy and I’m proud to say I’m still standing!

That’s right! October is my favorite month because Halloween is my favorite holiday! I love the cooler weather, the crisp air, the blue skies, the rainstorms, and all of the changing colors of the leaves. However, I recognize I’m spoiled for atmosphere, living in the PNW and our area being green most of the year with extra bursts of color in Fall/Autumn. This month I also start planning what I’ll be making family and friends for Christmas. I prefer homemade gifts, usually in the form of food and treats, but sometimes handmade items. Last year I crocheted hats and blankets. In the past I’ve made seasoned nuts, “movie night” treat baskets, cheese board snacks, and so on. This year I’ve been really into pickling and making jellies, so maybe there’s something in that.

Comment below with your favorite season(s) and why. What are your favorite things to do this time of year? I love making soups, bread, potato-based dishes, and watching scary series. We don’t typically end up living places that receive trick-or-treaters, so we usually go to my in-laws and watch a scary movie… unless Buddy Bacher is there, we’ve had to adjust what we watch. I’ve already watched Wednesday twice but may do it again soon. I enjoy the Cloverfield series of movies and still need to watch the third one that takes place in space. I also love spooky-related cute things and absolutely adore the Hotel Transylvania animated films. Pilot and I start listing out shows with tons of episodes per season with several seasons to help us get through “THE GREY” that is Washington winter of December-March.

What are Fall/Autumn rituals in your home? Ours is to “purge” belongings, do some light clothes shopping to ready Buddy Bacher for the year, a deep clean of our dwelling, and making a list of movies/shows to binge for the next several months, and Christmas gift brainstorming. Share below!

– KB

Peaks! Curses! Squishy Chests!

For you longtime readers, you know that Pilot and I share a birthday month!
You may also know of the longtime “Birthday Curse” I’ve mentioned several times associated with mine.

Well… the Birthday Curse raises its evil head again!

My actual birthday was fun. I turned the big 40! I’ve crested the hill and now I’m over it! Pilot surprised me with a movie night out with friends, and we were treated by my bestie to the tickets. We saw Beetlejuice Beetlejuice! ate some decent movie theater food, and another friend treated me to a pina colada.

My treat to myself? I got my first Mammogram! Day after my birthday. I was so excited, and so ready to have it done. Being adopted, I don’t have any familial medical history to assist with keeping an eye on things to which I may be susceptible. That includes not knowing if I’m a higher candidate for breast cancer. Whatever the result, I was grateful to have an answer one way or the other for peace of mind. My scan came out clear, and I’m grateful.

Low and behold, I could’ve had a mammogram as early as AGE 30. I have asked every doctor I’ve ever had since I was the age of 28 for an annual mammogram. I was denied every year until earlier this year.

The person operating the mammogram scanner was absolutely appalled that I was denied a mammogram for the last 10 years. She wants me to advocate to other people assigned as female at birth to advocate harder for themselves and keep asking (if you have the resources to do so) until you get a doctor to say “YES” to your mammogram as early as the age of 30. Even EARLIER if you have breast cancer in your family.

Now, back to the Birthday Curse:
In whatever way you feel about it, Pilot works for a company that has been doing major layoffs and furloughs. Well, the day before my birthday, Pilot’s job got furloughed. We’ve been dealing with some hardships as of late, and we didn’t need this piled on.

The day of, and the day after, my birthday, Pilot and I noticed that Buddy Bacher hasn’t been behaving like his normal sunny and adventurous self.

Well, it turns out both Buddy Bacher and Pilot have both come down with colds. I blame the start of the school year where Buddy Bacher has been interacting with other kids in some free pre-school programs where there were a metric butt ton of other children drooling and touching everything.

I think the only reason I’ve managed to avoid “the plague” so far is I got my flu and Covid booster the same afternoon right after I had my mammogram. My immune system was literally kicked into high gear at the height of Pilot and Buddy Bacher coming down with whatever it is they both have.

It’s been a rough week in the Bacher household, but we’re doing our best. There are some other hardships going on, and we’ll see how they affect Pilot’s and my future, including a job hunt for both of us while Pilot’s job is furloughed. We’ll see if he’s able to return to full time at some point, or if I’m able to find something that supports all of us in the next coming weeks.

Until then, thank you for sticking with me, and wishing you a brighter month than we’re experiencing right now.

– KB

*CONTEST CLOSED* Giveaway! (Priorities, right?) Roxy, new and improved! The Middle Ages

Hello Precious Reader,

It’s funny how that sounds now, since the invention of Bridgerton the TV show (of which I’m obsessed, love #Polin, and btw #GiveUsMichael). Despite the neglect from me to you (clearly, I’ve made blogging a priority in my life… that was sarcasm), I do think to blog, then it’s late and I need sleep. Between some newer projects and restarting some old ones, it appears my plate only has so much space and this item fell by the wayside. Mostly it’s parenting a young child. Buddy Bacher is going through a phase of nightmares for the last year (they’re now FIVE years old, if you can believe it!), and what little sleep I do get is interrupted or poorly and I have to prioritize life.

This spring, I launched a new art and illustration business, Kawaii Sublime Studios and had a long-term contract client for several months through the spring. You can check out my work on my Instagram here. If there is any work you’re interested in where you need some drawing or design work done, please look me up at kawaii.sublime@gmail.com. You can check out my new logos on both Instagram pages. They’re extremely similar, but one is definitely writing while the other is drawing on my tablet. Let me know what you think!

That’s right! I draw! I write, I draw, I edit, I sing, raise my child, run my household, have been the Secretary for my “HOA” thing. My time with the HOA is up on Sept. 30th, and I’m grateful to have had the opportunity, but also relieved to pass the baton. (Ever watched a town hall meeting on the show “Parks and Recreation”? It’s kind of like that. A lot like that. I’m an odd combo of Donna and Leslie. My guy, Pilot is totally a blend of Joe + Ben, so it makes sense.

Being on the HOA was quite the time suck, and I’m grateful to have literal days/weeks back to myself. This includes continued launch of my art and illustration business and taking steps to relaunch my Roxy Summers Mystery Series.

You heard that correctly! I’ve spent the last several weeks going through Capture Me (Roxy Summers Mystery #1) and finished my run through of edits. I’m trying to find a way to afford an editor and decide if I’m going to resubmit to a new publisher or self-publish. I’m mostly looking towards self-publication, but I’m a total noob and the online advice is more generic instead of step-by-step instructions. It’s like instructions from textbooks from 1950s rather than video game walkthroughs. I love a good walkthrough. My ultimate (aggressive) goal is to get Capture Me (Roxy #1) back on the shelves on or by the end of 2024. I genuinely don’t know if I’ll make it, but I’m motivated.

One of the reasons of meeting this goal is, frankly, vanity. It’s September, and that means it’s MY BIRTHDAY MONTH! WHOO! In fact, it’s a milestone birthday. I’m turning 40! Officially joining the “Middle Aged Club” and I am SO excited! Seriously!

My 20s were spent unlearning a confusing and difficult childhood, learning how the world works, and discovering what healthy relationships actually look like.
My 30s were spent mostly healing from the traumas of my past, and to gain experiences to figure out who I actually was once the unlearning was finished. (Meaning, a lot of therapy.)

My 40? They’re going to be focused, no longer wasting time on things in the past that I can’t change. Instead, choosing to let it go (including making some difficult life decisions to remove toxic relationships from my life). Instead to spending my time CELEBRATING who I am, building a rooted life with Pilot and our child, and enjoying this precious short time of my kid’s childhood with building a healthy and strong foundation so they don’t spend their 20s wallowing and learn these lessons (hopefully) sooner than I ever did.

In celebration of all of these things, life resuming to somewhat-normal without the HOA, the relaunching of my Roxy Summers Mystery series, AND my 40th Birthday (whoo!), I realized that promised you a chance to win FREE BOOKS(*) and I would LOVE to ship some free books from Left Coast Crime to you since I genuinely forgot to post about it. There will be up to four (4) winners depending on the number of people who enter, 1 book per winner!

How to enter:
1) Like this post + Comment below with how you prefer to celebrate your birthday or share a funny birthday story.

+ 1 Additional entry if you FOLLOW my Kawaii Sublime Studios Instagram page and comment below your username so I can double-check and put in an extra entry for you.
+ 1 Additional entry if you share your favorite Roxy Summers Mystery Series character and why they’re your favorite.
+ 1 Additional entry if you share a photo of you with any of my books on Instagram AND tag @kdbacherauthor on the Instagram PHOTO itself. (Must complete this step in its entirety for the entry to count.)

(*) Contest Rules:

  1. No purchase necessary to win.
  2. Must be age 18 or older.
  3. WordPress is not a sponsor of this giveaway. Left Coast Crime is not a sponsor of this giveaway.
  4. Prizes are only available to ship within the continental United States of America. Cannot ship outside of the United States. Cannot ship beyond the continental United States. (Sorry, no Alaska or Hawaii. The charges are too high.)
  5. No P.O. Boxes or
  6. Contest ends on September 30th, 2024, at 11:59 PM (PACIFIC STANDARD TIME). Any entries beyond that date and time will not be accepted.
  7. Winner(s) will be notified on October 1, 2024, on or by 11:59 PM (PACIFIC STANDARD TIME).
  8. Within twenty-four (24) hours of winner announcement, winner(s) must send Katherine Bacher an email at katherinebacher@gmail.com with their name and mailing address to receive prizes (no P.O. Box addresses). If prize(s) goes unclaimed, winner forfeits their winnings, and the prize(s) will go to the next eligible candidate.

As always, love and hugs to you all and good luck with the contest!
– KB

Left Coast Crime is Here!

It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!

Did I grab your attention? Tomorrow kicks off the first day of Left Coast Crime 2024: Seattle Shakedown! I’ll be at the conference as an attendee. There will be many guest speakers, panels of intrigue, and there’s always mystery book goodies! Registration is closed … BUT, there are still DAY PASSES available!

As per their website:
Individual Day Passes for Thursday ($75), Friday ($95), and Saturday ($95) are now available.
(Day Passes are sold separately and do not include admission to any food events.)
Purchase Day Passes Online

Sorry I haven’t been posting monthly. I think I need to stop committing to it. I hate disappointing anyone, especially you, Precious Reader. This has been a season of extreme strain on relationships (Pilot and I are fine) within my personal circle, and it emotionally drained me.

I’ve also been busy launching a new business! In my day-to-day life, I have always enjoyed creating art ever since I was a child It’s an inherent part of me. I’m a visual learning and planner, and my “murder board” (my board used to plot out my books) often has hand drawn maps and hand drawn “sets” for when I’m visualizing a scene in my books. It helps me make sense of where my characters are located, how they are in relation to each other, and how placement of furniture and characters will affect their movements, senses, and speech.

My new business is doing digital illustrations! There’s no theme other than I draw what I like. What I like tends to be cute things. Sometimes it falls under other stuff as well, but mostly cute things.

If you’re attending Left Coast Crime, look me up! I’d love to chat with you. I’ll be passing out business cards at the event, which will include my new digital illustration business as well.

See you there! If not, I’ll be writing about my experience at LCC when the conference is over. (I’ll do my best to take as many pictures as possible!)

– KB

When you think you know better.

Warning: This is a deeply emotional post. I will not be allowing comments on it due to the sensitive nature of this topic for me. Once again, those of us who suffer and experience the pain are being forced to talk through our pain for the greater good of education and for a brighter, progressive future. For those who have followed my blog, you know I’m an open book, however this topic is one that I refuse to accept any negativity towards to my point of view.

WHEN YOU THINK YOU KNOW BETTER.

I’m going to say this only once, because I should never have had to say it at all.

But, due to my rising concerns over the loss of healthcare for girls and women across the United States (and let’s face it, the world) regarding reproductive rights, I’m compelled to bring up this topic regarding girl’s and women’s access to free, safe, and easily attainable abortion(s) and to contraceptive care. I feel like society and the degrading direction we’re heading toward as a nation terrifies me and compels me to suffer through decades of deeply rooted pain to educate.

DO NOT USE THE PHRASE, “YOU CAN GIVE IT UP FOR ADOPTION” AS ANY TYPE OF LAME ASS EXCUSE TO PREVENT A GIRL OR WOMAN FROM HAVING A FREE, SAFE, EASILY ATTAINABLE ABORTION OR PREVENTING CONTRACEPTIVE CARE.

No girl (child) or woman should have to go through pregnancy if they don’t want to or are too young to understand what is happening to their body.

As someone who is the direct result of a teen pregnancy, having been internationally adopted, and also as a transracial (adopted outside of my race) adoptee, this flippant response is NOT OK.

As an adoptee, this argument is offensive, disgusting, disrespectful, shows a complete lack of research around adoptees, the birth parents, the lack of psychological support for both the adoptee and birth parents, the lack of studying or obtaining any knowledge about real kids who are in the system, who never leave it, who age out of it, and issues and lack of privileges as they navigate the world with no help It shows a complete disinterest in the lack of care many orphans and adoptees receive, the horrors of our needs-to-be-reformed-decades-ago foster care system.

Frankly, that offhanded remark is a huge slap to my face. ME. My face.

Abortions should be legal everywhere.

I’ve always felt this, and have been quite vocal about it, loooong before I required a medically necessary one to save my life.

Don’t casually toss out or throw around my abandonment issues, my loss/confusion/pain of racial identity, my loss of country—my Korean culture, language, history, heritage—my family, my unknown biological family, nor the financial, emotional, and physical sacrifices my parents went through to adopt me, etc….

DO NOT USE MY LIFE AND EXPERIENCES as any type of reason for endangering the lives of millions of girls and women. Using MY LIFE as a reason is not for YOU to decide.

I DECIDE.

As GOP/Republican voters and government officials have reversed Roe v. Wade (codify Roe v. Wade!), have removed abortion as an option at any stage of a pregnancy, have removed scientifically-based health/sex education out of schools, as they are burning books and sacrificing our children’s right to education—a full, multi-perspective-based, and scientifically backed educationI DECIDE. NOT YOU about how to use the phrase, “Just give it up for adoption.”

ME. I DECIDE. NOT YOU.

Keep my trauma, my childhood, every racially charged moment I’ve experienced, every time a bully yelled at me or hit me because I wasn’t White, keep the time I was once a pregnancy that derailed a teenage girl’s life, my time as an orphan, the process of my adoption that severed my ties to anything related to my birth country and culture, the history of my hardworking parents who adopted me, my family, my unknown biological family, KEEP ALL OF THAT OUT OF YOUR MOUTH. YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO USE IT. I AM NOT YOUR “TOKEN” FOR DESTROYING HUMANE HEALTHCARE.

KEEP MY LIFE OUT OF YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, especially as you sentence millions of girls (children) and women to physical trauma, psychological trauma, and to many what WILL (not might, WILL) be their deaths.

Just as much as you have ZERO RIGHTS to control MY BODY, you also have ZERO RIGHTS to use MY LIFE EXPERIENCE for your so-called “pro life” views and agenda.

#AbortionIsHealthcare #Abortion #Adoption #Adoptee #InternationalAdoption #TransracialAdoption #WomensHealth #WomensRights #ContraceptionIsHealthcare #Planned Parenthood #SupportWomen #WomenUpliftingWomen #UpliftingWomen

Off Center and the Orange Litmus Test

As the winter holidays approach, including our big one for those of us who celebrate Christmas, I lead my holiday celebrations with this this mindset and intention:

I attended conservative religious schools my whole life until college.

But, as a minority female in nearly all-white student, faculty, and staff schools, what I witnessed of their intentions and what I experienced from “good Christians” interacting with a non-White person (and my presence being even more confusing for them to process as my family is also White due to my adoption) vs what they preached every Wednesday (weekly, mandatory school church sessions held as part of our curriculum), Bible study class (a graded subject that affected our GPAs), what my fellow classmates and teacher’s churches put forth as their missions versus how they treated “outsiders,”… well, I have a different view of the Christian religion.

Real followers of Christianity, the concept of God, and the followers of a Jesus-led life: We should all support women’s healthcare (which includes abortions) and the LGBTQIA+ community because we should all care about people’s health, healing, and well being. Did we forget that Jesus hung out with the leper colonies? We should love our neighbors as ourselves and as God loves them (the marginalized, the ignored). Jesus hung out with those the churches of the time (and still now) love to yell at and blame for the world’s problems.

A Jesus led life does these things. Because we are ALL God’s creation and His people. We’re to lead lives of giving, sharing, loving, supporting, and understanding of our community and with love in our hearts for others.

Indoctrinated religious folks are those who provide hate-and-fear mongering blind support.

Indoctrinated religious folks are loudest and unfortunately fall into a trap of “I’m going to convert you now! You follow THIS or go to hell! You don’t like what I like? <le gasp!/scandalized!> We’re going to punish you, shame you, and damn you to hell!”

Anyone’s choice of no faith, spirituality, or religion is in their heart. Anyone’s sexuality is what it is because God made that person the way they are, whether it be gay, straight, bi, non-binary, transgender, poly, monogamous, or asexual.

Many family members and others who have been present for a long time, I feel like they sometimes believe I’m not a Christian. The problem is that I think they still feel this way.

My faith is in my metaphorical heart. I don’t have a bunch of crosses in my home, nor around my neck, or on my car, or on my shirt. I don’t go to a church every Sunday. What constitues being allegedly “Christian” nowadays doesn’t feel good to me, and those symbolic lifestyles seem as empty of a gesture as helpong the community then asking them, “Have you heard the good news?” That’s not helping people. That’s committing a selfish act with the intention of conversion. I’m also strongly politically left. I don’t think I’ve ever been a conservative, I was just forced to not share my views in my youth.

My family was strongly conservative during my 1980s/1990s childhood. My dad was a veteran, and my parents both grew up on farms in the country. My family is of German heritage. My parents were/are both light eyed, tall, White, with my dad being blonde and my mom having light brown hair, and both are of the Baby Boomer generation. (Could anyone honestly be surprised they were/are conservative?)

Having said that, being conservative nowadays means something else entirely. “The 2023 “conservative” now means blindly following the orange ass from Florida who has spent his senior years doing everything he can to spit upon and destroy democracy and common decency, incite violence and hate, marginalize and dehumanize already persecuted groups within our society, obliterate and literally burn away our educational systems (of which we didn’t have stellar systems from a global standpoint anyway), and 100% hates women and children.

Never in my life have I witnessed such a litmus test for Christianity and living a Christ-centered life. The orange ass from Florida really forced us to decide what Christianity actually is vs. selfishness, greed, and hate disguised as Christianity.

Right now, alleged Christianity means blindly following and putting millions of dollars into hateful concepts like Chik Fil A and Hobby Lobby. Continually sexualizing children, women, and preventing any and all options of humane medical treatments, including abortion.

#AbortionIsHealthcare. I firmly believe that. It saved my life when I experienced a miscarriage from a pregnancy of which I wasn’t yet aware and was causing all kinds of blood pressure issues endangering my body.

As I watch this particular brand of political indoctrinated religious troop physically and mentally beat down others nationwide, all while screaming and crying and playing victim during standard government procedures, who is the off-kilter weirdo here?

I am a person who lives my life in as a respectful, giving, kindness-led, intentional life that wants to provide others with as much dignity, care, and support as possible.

“I believe the children are our future,” (Greatest Love of All, as sung by the late Whitney Houston) and believe they should have access to ALL books and literature, including books that contain multiple researched viewpoints of a single moment in history. I believe education should be free AND easily accessible to all. I believe college and university should be free and easily accessible to all.

I believe in universal healthcare because we all deserve easily accessibe, safe, sane, and effective medicine. Why wouldn’t I want that for anyone else? A physically healthy society is a thriving society because we’re focused on what we want to do with our lives versus wondering if we’ll have enough shifts to cover medical expenses before we can focus on anything else. As someone who spent 10 years in debt and fixing my credit score because of a 2012 cancer scare and both my spouse and I needing surgery that year, and having lived paycheck to paycheck and forced to decide between gas to get to work or food for the month, why would I wish that struggle onto anyone else? This includes abortion.

I believe that women and girls deserve easy access to life saving (in both physical and mental perspectives), safely performed abortion and birth control. No person should have to be forced to give birth as a result of secual assault and/or incest. No body should be forced to give birth in general, especially if you’re a minor. Let alone a small child going through pregnancy and childbirth. This is a violation of human rights, child safety, and absolutely appalling that Roe v. Wade was overturned by the orange ass from Florida and his followers.

I believe in loving, accepting, and supporting the LGBTQIA+ community. Anyone’s love for another person who is not harming themselves or others is never a bad thing. Being in a healthy, safe, sane relationship with one or many people doesn’t hurt anyone. Love is never a bad thing to celebrate, embrace, and share with others. A flower and a vegetable may be different, but they’re both plants that deserve nurturing, care, and a safe environment to grow and thrive. Both provide and deserve to be in the world and have a purpose. The LGBTQIA+ community is the gorgeous flower to my trite method of existence.

I believe in gun control because I’m tired of seeing children go to school and die, I’m tired of seeing Black people die, I’m tired of Americans of Asian descent being attacked for a virus none of us had anything to do with, I’m tired of hearing about mass shootings. But you want to put an assault rifle in your 5 year old’s hands and display your Smith and Wessons in your Christmas card all because “Boy, howdy, do I just love these guns!” and no other reason. I’m tired of racist, unbalanced, trigger-happy, power-hungry, small-dick energy assholes being the law enforcers of our country. Police are to be a SERVICE to the community, not causing families to arrange FUNERAL SERVICES because a cop was feeling extra racist that day.

I avoid the current misogynistic, racist, and hate-filled structure of churches, If there is a church that, while not perfect because perfection doesn’t exist, but actually shows that it and its congregation has a loving, giving, respectful view because we genuiniely want to help others with ZERO plans of a “conversion session,” maybe then I’ll consider attending. As of today, at age 39, I have yet to see a church that doesn’t operate under misogynistic, non -racist, non-agenda service to its community.

I don’t believe “all things happen for a reason.” Many religious people spout this comment, but I respond with a simple: Meh. My dad and my only living grandparent both dying in 2007–my grandma right before my final year of college’s finals week, and my dad dying the day after Thanksgiving–those weren’t for a grand life purpose reason. My grandma was 99 years old, and my dad had a heart defect. Plus, he smoked all day every day and never took care of himself. There was no positive as a result of these negative events. They happened, it hurt, it still hurts to a point today, and there was absolutely nothing gained from those two things other than clinical depression and a few years of feeling like I was drowning. Neither got to see me get married or have my child. What good came of that?

Remember “free will?” I believe sometimes shitty things happen. Plus, negative choices cause repurcussions and co sequences of those choices. It wasn’t “meant to be.” It was a result of someone else’s choice to say or do the wrong thing.

What I do believe in is that it’s our intention and our choices before, during, or after the shitty thing that matters. The kindness in a gesture. Taking the moment to listen to someone having a problem or multiple problems in their day. Helping someone put their shopping cart away. General manners. At this point, as mentioned above, basic human decency is under attack.

If you see something bad happening, and it’s safe for you to intervene, say, or do something!

Indoctrinated religious people who allegedly follow a Jesus-led life but have been scammed into leading a heretic’s existence, these people who compare minorities to vermin, support guns while we reach school shooting 306 for this year alone, force birth upon women and children, support electing government officials who have physically and mentally harmed others, who go through women like toilet paper, who take away basic human function rights and needs, who believe we don’t deserve access to full perspective scope education, not separating church and state, scream at others and thinking their knowledge is higher than God’s by deciding and screaming who should go to hell, and populating four walled structures to continue this cycle of misguided self-righteousness, selfishness, narrow-minded thinking, hate-spewing, fear mongering, human decency destroying, and verbally and physically violent existence:

Stop it.

You’re not under attack. You’re upset because you’re realizing you’re not getting your way. Just because you’re receiving a “No” doesn’t mean we aren’t wrong.

You’re upset, whining, and throwing a temper tantrum of epic proportions that would make a toddler blush because you’re facing the consequences of your actions.

Christianity isn’t being attacked. You’re being held accountable.

And so, I go into Christmas with a heart filled with wanting a safe, healthy, non-violent, community-supporting, human rights-loving, society-healing, and kindness, dignity, and respect-led intention. By continually making choices and statements that keep the world in mind, not just what’s favorable and convenient to me, not because something differs from my opinion. I remain labeled as a politically left liberal because that’s the category I fall into because it is fighting for the world I want to live in. Not just because my hair is fuchsia now.

Being liberal today means living the life I know Jesus would want. That’s the world God wants us to maintain. And so, I go into Christmas with the intention of continually fighting for marginalized communities, making sure I use my privilege and resources to uplift their voices, to protect the safety of our women, girls, children, LGBTQIA+ community, for healthcare, for education, for not wanting to create nor support a fascist country, for not wanting any more violence, for not wanting people to hurt or be hurt further, for wanting healing from the traumas the orange ass from Florida and his heretic followers have caused.

I go into Christmas with a focus on a Jesus-led lifestyle, with Jesus in my heart, and hopefully living a life that reminds people why we celebrate in the first place.

One last point of order:
Jesus wasn’t white.
Jesus was an immigrant/refugee.
Jesus was Jewish.
Jesus condemned the church.
Jesus loved EVERYONE.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

For those who don’t celebrate anything, I wish you a safe, restorative, joyful winter season leading to a fresh new year!

Activating the fight or flight response, a.k.a. Are you gearing up to shop?

Are you a “Black Friday” shopper? The concept is useless to me. It’s like The Hunger Games and Squid Games wrapped in one, but instead of someone eventually being a winner, you are paying money to the game master for the emotional, and most likely physically painful, fight for retail survival. Stores convinced you that money is saved but it’s a farce.

Before the internet, I recall my parents waking up hours before dawn to freeze their asses off for that magic deal. My younger self promised my future (now present day) self that I would not be a Black Friday shopper. I don’t understand purposely activating my fight or flight response for an Elmo toy or air fryer.

Many years I worked retail and recall prices slowly increased weeks leading up to Thanksgiving. When Black Friday came around, the item appeared as a glistening ‘heavily discounted’ price. In reality, it was back to the original price it held a majority of the year. It’s a marketing ploy that costs you more than just the usual price and time. It adds the service fee of potential physical injury. Plus an added bonus of a loss of dignity as lizard-brain takes over, turning normal humans into Gollum, ready to swipe you for taking their precious TV box.

Think about it: Black Friday deals don’t suddenly time out after 10 AM. The sale(s) runs until the store closes for the day. If you must venture out, do it later. They still have inventory, the rush is over, and it’s quieter without shoppers shoving you around like a linebacker.

I usually ignore Black Friday altogether. Our family prefers to give homemade food treats, or yarn projects (hats, scarves, sweaters), some other kind of craft, or provide the recipient an experience for enjoyment at a time of their choosing.

Black Friday is a rare day I’m so grateful the internet exists. If I must Black Friday shop, I do it from the comfort of my own home. Frumpy clothes, messy hair, and some kind of beverage/snack in hand.

Whatever your feelings about the Thanksgiving holiday (I’m shocked we, as a nation, still actually celebrate this with the reparations that still need to be made with the Indigenous community), whether you celebrate it, loathe it, or somewhere in between, I wish you good health, safe travels, quality sleep, nourishing meals, and restorative rest and relaxation.

Separate note: If you have chosen to fry a turkey, please for the love of all that is holy, do your research! Fully thaw it safely and gain a strong understanding of fluid dynamics. Do not accidentally immolate yourself for the sake of a protein. I need you alive to buy my stuff… on a non-Black Friday day.

Left Coast Crime 2024: Seattle Shakedown

Hello Precious Readers!

I will be attending Left Coast Crime 2024: Seattle Shakedown from April 11-14, 2024! I’ll be hanging out as an attendee, but if you happen to see me, feel free to say hello.

My peeps, I am so excited. This will be my second LCC. (I forgot I attended Whale of a Crime awhile back), I’m really looking forward to the guest speakers.

Be warned, although this says it’s in “Seattle” it’s actually going to be in Bellevue, WA. It’s a completely different city, it’s further east from the water, and it’s super… “uptown” vibe. If you’re within the main part of Bellevue, it’s walkable, but Seattle is 20 minutes west on a good traffic day.

I haven’t decided if I’ll be staying at the hotel, staying nearby, or just driving down each morning instead. Since many things start at 9 AM, I may just drive down and grit my teeth for dealing with traffic.

From their website:

“What is Left Coast Crime? Left Coast Crime is an annual mystery convention sponsored by mystery fans, both readers and authors. LCC is held during the first third of the year in Western North America. Conventions have been held from Anchorage to El Paso, from Boulder to Hawaii, and various locations in between.

Our purpose is to host an event where readers, authors, critics, librarians, publishers, and other fans can gather in convivial surroundings to pursue their mutual interests.

Left Coast Crime is an all-volunteer organization — neither the members of the Standing Committee nor members of each annual convention committee are paid for their time. LCC is a 501(c)(3) tax-exempt non-profit organization. Each Left Coast Crime Convention raises money to support a local literacy organization with funds collected through silent and live auctions, and the annual Quilt Raffle.

Will I see you there?

KB

Shattered glass from the ceiling, also known as: What the hell did I just sign up for?

Happy late October, Precious Readers!

As mentioned before, Pilot, Little Buddy Bacher, and I moved into our first house in 2022. While we don’t own the property, we do own our home. That’s right, we moved into a mobile home community. Not that there’s anything wrong with this, but we did not move to a trailer park. We moved to a mobile home community. It’s a pocket community of nicely shared fields, a simple, single in/out location, and the property is well maintained.

However, as mentioned in a previous post, our mobile home community was owned by a private couple who hired a property manager for the neighborhood. Well guess what? The couple decided to sell the property. Are we getting kicked out of our home? No. The owners decided to provide our neighbors and us with the opportunity to become a co-operative community.

The property is still owned under one owner: The co-operative. We elected an interim board of individuals, who work on creating a business name for our neighborhood. That “business” owns the property now instead of the couple. Think of it like a mini–Homeowner’s Association.

Our neighborhood is currently split in groups. Half of the neighbors are of the Baby Boomer generation. The other half is split between middle aged people, and people with young children. Pilot and I happen to be the center of the Venn diagram of the latter half of our community.

The Interim Board has been 4 men and 1 woman.

Well, here is my bias showing. Am I concerned about our neighborhood being ruled by white, Boomer-aged, proven to not be technologically literate, male presenting people? Especially in the 2023 social climate surrounding budgets, equity in home ownership, and the terrifyingly exponential increase of misogyny and racism? ABSOLUTELY.

Today’s community meeting was the election of the first full-term Board of Directors. The “Secretary” (I do have issues with this terminology) position had zero candidates. The interim secretary decided to step down. When the room was open to suggesting nominees, did anyone say anything? No. After a dead silent pause of 6 seconds, a white-haired White woman, who seemed quite disinterested, raised her hand with the statement, “If no one else wants to, I guess I’ll do it.” I’ll admit, not the attitude I had in mind regarding the people deciding the future of how I live in my own home.

Well, what would you do? This is an opportunity to set a precedent for future Boards to show multiple generations of people, of all races, and genders (or non-binary), can create a positive impact and fresh start to, let’s face it, an extremely tired-looking community. And let’s face it, I’m not working, I’m not writing at the pace I once was—though this blog is to help me get back into the discipline of writing frequently, eventually back to mostly daily.

I raised my hand.

Gave my spiel about my qualifications and my note-taking ability. (I may have mentioned my record of typing 101 words per minute with 94% accuracy.) If any of them saw my resume, they’d know I’m deeply overqualified to be someone’s “Secretary.”

Then, a voice rang out. The wife of the current Secretary asked: “Since you’re a stay-at-home parent, if you get a job again, will you have time to dedicate to this?”

Really? In this day and age, in the year 2023? The board is filled with people with jobs. I’d love to know if they were they questioned about their availability and time-management skills.

Feeling the eyes of literally my entire neighborhood on me, I knew as a minority female in 2023 America, my answer was going to be really key at setting the foundation of my ability to work with, and for, these people. Half of whom are of the same generation (or older) of the person who asked this question.

I kept my cool and answered. “I’m being selective about what positions I’m applying to as I’m job searching at the moment. Also, I’ve been known to be a workaholic. And I’m a clinical insomniac, so I don’t sleep. So, there’s that.”

Luckily, my answer got a decent laugh and ended the tension of the extremely outdated, sexist, misogynistic, and tone-deaf question.

The vote was 16-7.

I won.

One of the seven votes for the other candidate was from me. I’m not that arrogant to not vote for my competitor.

The board is now 3 men, 2 women. That feels more balanced to me.

Have I mentioned that I love playing the Choices* app on my phone. It’s an app that provides interactive visual novels. You create a custom character, select certain dialogue, can pay for gem scenes, and your choices can affect the ending of the story. Am I a little concerned about the timing of said game, early access to VIP subscribers for one of their books currently on weekly release called “Dirty Little Secrets,” regarding a murder of the president of the Homeowner’s Association of the main character’s neighborhood? Well, yeah… maybe.

If anything, my term is only for one calendar year. 12 meetings. I can handle 12 meetings. I’m looking at this as an opportunity to directly combat that type of outdated thinking to set a precedent of equity, respect, no HR-violating questions, and also show my child that groups in a position of power need to be extremely diverse in gender, age, ethnicity, and background to ensure all residents of the community are represented, feel seen, feel heard, and that the group representation is a vision queue that any open forum is a safe space for all.

Maybe this experience will be good research for how suburb HOAs work. Maybe this will help bridge the chasm between generations and residents. Allow us to come together and create a space of mutual respect and true community. To prevent outdated, divisive attitudes that echo in the format of the (hopefully soon imprisoned) orange ass from Florida, from cropping up. To destroy the weeds of misogyny, racism, generation wars.

If putting up with 12 meetings helps us have a fresh start to where my child’s community is working with him instead of actively against his interests, I’ll do it.

Having said that…

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

*I have not been paid or compensated in any way to promote this business. The above is of my sole opinion, and I utilize the app paid with my own funds.