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GUEST BLOG! Dawn Among the Stars: Smashing Mental Health Stereotypes by Samantha Heuwagen

Hello, Precious Readers!

I have a special treat for you! Samantha Heuwagen is debuting her first novel with our publisher, Trifecta Publishing House. Her first book, Dawn Among the Stars: The Starless Series releases on May 21st, 2018. I feel so excited to have another author added to the Trifecta family, and so should you! Please enjoy this guest blog by Samantha Heuwagen about her book and her professional life. Get your copy of her book today!

PRE-ORDER HERE!

– KB


Dawn Among the Stars:
Smashing Mental Health Stereotypes by Samantha Heuwagen

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“I need help,” the voice said over the phone. “I need to talk to someone about my problems.” As a mental health clinician my mind raced to set the call up for success so I could get them into my office and start their journey towards healing.

You see I work with a variety of mental health problems as a sex therapist. From depression to sexual trauma I’ve been

able to help many people change their lives and reclaim their power. I’m extremely lucky to work in the profession that I do, but I can’t help thinking: does the outside world understand what I do?

The answer is no.

The looks I get usually fall into two camps. Either people love the idea of talking to a therapist–– free therapy! Or they clam up and try to change the subject. I’m used to it now, but it’s still interesting when it happens. And yes it tells me a lot about you, so watch out if we ever meet in person.

Because of this muddled confusion Dawn Among the Stars was born. Alright, you caught me––in reality I had this dream that wouldn’t let go! Yet as I figured out the characters and their hopes and dreams, I realized they all had something in common. They were all dealing with some type of mental health issue while trying to understand the Universe around them.

I quickly understood I wasn’t just writing about aliens––though there are aliens and they’re awesome for the most part. I was writing characters that were taking care of business, fighting for their lives, and falling in love, all the while dealing with really serious mental obstacles; doing it all with class, integrity, and intelligence.

It felt natural for me to write about mental health in a realistic way because it’s time for the discourse surrounding mental illness to change. If treated, people can live happy and healthy lives. But unchecked it can suck the life out of someone and their loved ones. It’s not a sign of weakness to see a helping professional; it’s quite the opposite. It takes strength and a solid sense of self to ask for help.

In today’s media there are no positive images of someone successfully navigating the difficult road to wellness. Dawn Among the Stars changes that by showing a heroine fight through her panic to challenge the world around her. It depicts a man struggling to understand his complex emotions and come out the other side better for it. It showcases a family open to diversity to help them reclaim their sense of safety. The three main characters go through hell to save their beloved planet yet still manage their mental illnesses.

Dawn Among the Stars is a love story, but not in the traditional sense. It’s a love story about wellness and doing what is right to keep a strong sense of peace while battling mental health and aliens.

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Samantha Heuwagen works as a Marriage and Family Therapist and specializes in Sex Therapy in Atlanta, GA. She is a graduate of Mercer University School of Medicine where she earned her second Master’s degree in Marriage and Family Therapy. Her first Master’s degree is in Women’s and Gender Studies from the University of South Florida where she first realized her passion for sex education. She is a certified sexologist with the American College of Sexologists. When she isn’t working with clients, she teaches at Kennesaw State University sharing her knowledge about sex and feminism. Her debut novel, Dawn Among the Stars, the first in a multi-part series, releases May 21st, 2018 through Trifecta Publishing House.


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Do I have something on my face? Oh wait, it’s just me.

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It’s Friday, Precious Readers!

I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am about that. For those who follow me on Facebook and are a part of my Facebook Group: Katherine Bacher’s Happy Hour (hint hint), you may already know that this has been a week from the seventh circle of hell.

After weeks of (not) adjusting to our new neighbors’ schedule, we are pretty much sure our new neighbors are drug dealers and/or gang members. For longtime followers of this blog, you will know that often, the life of an author is not glamorous or even lucrative. We write because we love to do it. It’s not for the money or the fame. I write because it’s what I was born to do. I would write even if I was never published. (I’ve written this blog for over 5 years, so what does that tell you?) However, due to not having achieved 100% world domination, I still live in an apartment in a ghetto area of Washington State. This includes dealing with people who choose to make less lawful-based career decisions. Due to my neighbors’ nocturnal and nefarious activities, my husband Pilot and I have not had a good night’s sleep in several weeks.

To help report this activity to local police and to our landlord, my husband setup a camera to take photographs every 5 seconds. The video footage was quite astounding, showing over 10 cars coming by and being met by our neighbors (after 11:50 pm, mind you) within the first few minutes of footage (first full 10 minutes of recording.) This continued on from 11:50 pm well into the wee hours of Monday morning at 5:30 am. I wish I was kidding, but my lack of Z’s is proof otherwise. An unexpected result of recording through the night added to our stress: my car was broken into on Monday morning around 3:30 am. On the plus side, the perpetrator got The Cranberry’s door unlocked and partway open instead of busting the window open. Which happened last year. And, several other times to both Pilot and I before. Between both Pilot’s and my vehicle combined, this will be the 6th time our cars has been broken into while living in this apartment complex.

To add insult to injury, that same Monday, Pilot’s car battery died in the middle of the day. He managed to get it charged, but it died again around 5:30pm Monday, requiring meeting him at his stranded location, dealing with tow trucks, and dropping the hunk of metal with a mechanic. It is still currently at the mechanic’s, who informed us his vehicle, War Machine, needs a new alternator and an entire new electrical system. So there’s that.

This can take a toll on a person’s sanity. Operating on 1 vehicle is difficult for two workaholics like Pilot and myself, but the morning commute has been filled with quiet laughter together while both of us trying not to take our frustration with life out on each other.

One thing that has gone by the wayside is my personal self-care. While I still have several things to follow-up with (the mechanic, the local police, our landlord, and now attempting to find a new place to live as we consider vacating the apartment we’ve called “home” for the last 8 years and our entire marriage), I plan to make time for some rest and rejuvenation this weekend.

Speaking of rejuvenation, I take the time to fill out surveys, in Hopes of products suited to me will fill the shelves. Plus, it’s a great time passer.

I was asked to take a survey today about facial skin care. The survey did not provide a progress bar (which annoys the heck out of me), and ended up being more in-depth and scientific about the product itself rather than just “do you like label A or B?” The experience ended up making me face a mental mirror about a deeply rooted insecurity and fear that I was unaware of floating around in my psyche.

While filling out this survey, a sense of dread bloomed into a dark, gray cloud that hovered over my head for a good half hour after completing it.

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Those nearest and dearest to me know that I have an above-average concern regarding sun exposure. Living in the Pacific Northwest means that sun exposure is limited compared to other parts of the country, but it can actually be more dangerous for PNW dwellers than your average Californian. So many of our days are gray and overcast that many in the PNW do not wear sunblock leading to spots, advanced skin aging, and the looming skin cancer. I don’t know if it’s in my Asian DNA or mental paranoia, but I fight the sun like a mother f-ing heavyweight champion. (Insert favorite fat joke here, says fat blogger.) Although I don’t wear sunblock everyday (longtime readers know I am not a morning person), I do my best to wear it when I know I will be outside for extended periods of time. I’m better at keeping my arms covered, I wear my Bubble Run hat or travel (crush-able) visor, and weirdo that I am, I wear driving gloves to keep my hands sort-of youthful looking (thanks to a lovely requested Christmas gift from my Mom. Thanks Mom!). I tend to splurge on facial products and nail products. This includes night creams and daily moisturizer with SPF. I have a gentle scrub face wash, toner, moisturizer, and a night cream.

This concern did not appear once I hit adulthood. In fact, when I was in elementary school, I was often getting in trouble with the summer day camp teachers for taking too long putting on sunblock before going outside to play. I would use the mirror in the playhouse area to make sure I covered my ears, got the back of my neck and shoulders, etc. Yes, even as young as eight years old, I was concerned about sun exposure and skin care. This is not due to me burning. In my youth, I tanned mostly, probably due to the huge amounts of sunblock I was using. I didn’t get my first sunburn until I was about 19 years old during an unfortunate misunderstanding of how long we would be on Boeing Field for an airshow during the first year of Pilot and I dating.

However, that’s not what I wanted to talk about with you. While answering questions such as Do you look for anti-aging features? or the ever popular women’s questions about concerns over eye sagging and wrinkling, I was confronted with what was my actual fear? Yes, of course, no one wants skin cancer, but this was more than that. I asked myself why I was so concerned about aging beyond my irrational thanatophobia.

Here was my revelation:

I have no idea what I will look like as I age.

I can hear you thinking right now: What the heck is she talking about? None of us know what we’re going to look like as we get older.

Here’s my rebuttal: Actually, yes, most of you do.

(Most of) You have family members you can reference where you got your looks from. Perhaps you’re a “Mini Me” of your parents. Maybe your family’s DNA caused looks to skip a generation and you look like your great grandparents. It could be a situation where you look more like your extended family. My husband is the youngest of three children in his family. My husband looks the most like his father in height, stretched build, and facial features, except he has his mother’s eyes and hair color. His sister has their dad’s height, but looks the most like their mother. Pilot’s brother doesn’t look like either of his siblings, is the shortest of the three (while still tall), has a slightly stockier build that comes from their mother’s side of the family, darker hair, and in looks he is almost a twin of one of their first cousins.

Maybe you have your uncle’s nose and your grandparent’s build. Maybe you have your mother’s eyes and your father’s ears.

For me, this is what I know about myself:
I’m Korean.

That’s ALL I know, and whether that’s 100% Korean is yet to be determined.

I don’t know if I look like my biological father. I don’t know if I look like my biological mother. I don’t know if looks skipped a generation and I look like one or a combination of my grandparents. The unknown is scary. There’s probably some additional tie ins with my Type-A personality about “control issues” due to so much uncertainty in my infantile year(s) and lack of control over the future of my body, but I don’t feel like opening that Pandora’s box anytime soon.

This is going to sound weird, but sometimes I forget that I am Asian. The world sees me as such, but to me, I grew up as a suburban, “white” American, of German descent. Sometimes I’m actually still surprised when I look in the mirror and I see a change in my face. This was exceptionally confusing when I was just hitting puberty as a teen, watching my small, cherubic face lengthen, my height extend, etc. I had nothing to reference from. Every change was a surprise and I had no frame of reference while experiencing it.

About a year ago, I noticed a brown speck near the base of my palm, smaller than the head of a pin. I thought it was a piece of dirt and proceeded to flick it off.

It didn’t.

I realized it was a brown spot that had appeared on my skin and IT WAS PERMANENT.

While this wasn’t earth-shattering news, or a symbol of something more unhealthy going on, it was a realization that I am well into my 30’s and not getting any younger, and that if I wanted my face to be even close to resembling what I know it to be in this moment in time, I needed to up my game from daily SPF moisturizer and face washing. (Hence the night cream(s).)

All I know about Asian aging is that we age slower than some other ethnicities, but we also have delicate skin. I have the hooded (flat) eyelid, so my eyelids may be prone to drooping as time goes on. I may develop jowls and end up looking like a Korean Winston Churchill. Maybe I’ll develop osteoporosis, which is more prevalent in aging Asians than other races, or shrink down an entire foot as I age. I’ve already lost some hair on the top of my head near my forehead. To be fair, I think that was resulting of a medical condition that is now more under control… but it hasn’t grown back.

Most people who are 60+ years in age say that they sometimes don’t recognize the person in the mirror facing back at them. I can genuinely say that the person I meet in 30 years will most likely be a complete stranger to me unless I do my best preventive and maintenance methods, that I can afford to do, right now.

It was one of those psychological jabs poking insecurity into my brain, causing a moment of that loneliness that reveals itself to me from time-to-time, making me feel different than my family, different from my friends, different from my own celebrated German-American heritage. I experience the following jabs:

  • I’m a phony
  • I don’t belong with my family
  • I’m not a “real” Asian
  • I’m not a “real” American
  • I’m not a “real” anything
  • I don’t deserve to celebrate my American and German roots

Another thing that pops into my brain, as a woman, I have no idea what my children would look like. If I had married an Asian man, I would be able to say my children will look Asian and most won’t question that they’re my or my husband’s kids.

Even though it’s 2018, there are still many who frown upon interracial marriage. White supremacy gangs are the leading type of gang activity in Washington State, and despite living on the coastal side of it, there are still areas where Pilot and I will encounter hate and/or racism merely for looking the way that I do. It’s rare, and the situations are few and far between, but they do happen.

I have, what I feel is, a legitimate fear that if Pilot and I were to have children, chances are they’re going to look mostly Asian instead of Caucasian. Based on other Asian/Caucasian couples that I know and have met who have children, their kids tend to take on more Asian features than their Caucasian parent counterparts. (The Asian genes are incredibly strong.) I fear that if Pilot and I were to have children, and he’s watching them by himself, that someone will call CPS on them fearing he’s kidnapping them. Or that a stranger will make a comment that may hurt my husband and/or those children because of ignorance, hate, or a misunderstanding. I don’t look forward to those questions, potential tears, and conversations of having to explain human stupidity to a child in a way that they understand and doesn’t hurt them further.

My parents had to give me a lot of educational and grown up discussions about adoption, racism, what it means to be a family, parenting, the parent-child dynamic, etc., probably far more discussions than the average family about us: What could/could not be said at home versus in public, how to act when meeting people for the first time as a family, how to make sure that I am always making that extra effort to make sure that I keep the offender comfortable after they’ve insulted me, my intelligence, my race, my assumed heritage, my actual heritage, and whatnot. I never remember them offhand, but something will trigger one — a comment someone said, witnessing institutional racism, seeing a parent of interracial children get questioned, etc. and I remember a certain “family meeting” I had shared with my parents for whatever ridiculous screwed up thing had happened that day in my childhood. I do have hope that maybe the world will change into a less racially charged place where it’s not assumed that children of a different appear race to the adult means that the kids were “rescued” or “kidnapped,” depending on how the offender is feeling that day.

I had no idea that a survey about face cream would stir up all several emotions that I haven’t felt in… well, frankly, in almost twenty years. I suppose I could look at it from a different perspective: I get to meet someone new in the mirror about every 10 years who likes and hates all of the same stuff that I do. If Pilot and I were to have kids, maybe they’ll take on features of both him and I so I won’t have to try to guess who they look like.

Probably a bit heavier for a Friday post, but why not throw out an existential question for the weekend? While War Machine is in the shop and Pilot uses my car, The Cranberry to meet with clients for work, maybe I’ll spend a nice quiet Saturday using one of those home facial masks.

TGIF everyone!
– KB

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Hello, Precious Readers!

Have you gone over to the Spring Fling Scavenger Hunt yet? There are 38 authors for you to meet, myself included! You could be one of the lucky winners of prizes and free books! It’s also an opportunity to meet other readers who love the same genres that you do. It’s also an opportunity to win my books for FREE! It’s the perfect time to catch up on Roxy Summers’ adventures before my third book, Missing You releases in June 2018!

The comments are flooding in! I’ll be popping into the Scavenger hunt periodically as the contests continue. I promise to respond to every comment that directly mentions me and/or my books. Have you left a comment yet? It’s the perfect place to leave me a question, mention my books, and I’ll actually respond! In fact, I’m headed over there now!

Check it out for yourselves: https://www.nightowlreviews.com/v5/Blog/Articles/Spring-Fling-2018-by-Web-Hunt

See you there!
– KB


Haven’t read the Roxy Summers Mystery Series? You have time to catch up!
Start 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 releases in June 2018. Keep an eye out on my bookshelf page for pre-order links closer to the release date!

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NOR Spring Fling – FREE BOOKS Alert! (April 12-May 3, 2018) **CONTEST CLOSED**

Hello, hello again, Precious Readers!

 

I’ve got a special reader TREAT for you!

 

I’m one of the sponsors of the Night Owl Romance Spring Fling Scavenger Hunt! 

During this event I’m going to help you find some great new books and meet some new authors. Translation = FREE BOOKS! FREE BOOKS! MANY, MANY FREE BOOKS!

 

Make sure to check out my featured titles Capture Me and Crush On You along the way. If you haven’t read my books, this is a chance to get a FREE copy of them! Of course, I’d want you to help support an author by purchasing them, but if you want to get them free, this is a perfect opportunity to catch up on Roxy Summers’ mysterious adventures! Also, this helps you get caught up on both books before my third book, Missing You releases in June 2018.

The Grand Prize is a $100 Amazon Gift Card!

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Not to worry, there are also over $900 in prizes waiting to get to your eager hands! (Again, along with many FREE BOOKS!)

Event Dates: Apr 12 – May 3

CLICK HERE TO ENTER NOW!

Looking forward to seeing you there! TELL YOUR FRIENDS!

– KB


Haven’t read the Roxy Summers Mystery Series? You have time to catch up!
Start 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 releases in June 2018. Keep an eye out on my bookshelf page for pre-order links closer to the release date!

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Get your copies today!
Katherine Bacher on Amazon
Katherine Bacher on Barnes and Noble


Are we connected? No? Well let’s do that!

Find Katherine Bacher on Twitter
Find Katherine Bacher on Instagram
Find Katherine Bacher on Facebook
(…and join her FB Group: Katherine Bacher’s Happy Hour!)
Find Katherine Bacher on Trifecta Publishing House

Looking for some new stuff? I’ve got what you need right here…

…on my website, that is.

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Hello, Precious Readers!

It’s already the latter half of March! The year is flying by and I can’t seem to catch up. However, that doesn’t mean that I’m not meeting deadlines and thinking of more fun and sassy ways to entertain you.

I have a couple of announcements for you to look forward to this upcoming year, that I’d love to share with you:

First off, I do not have news about Missing You (a Roxy Summers Mystery #3). I have checked in with my Editor and Roxy’s next adventure is still “on ice,” as they say (hint hint). However in actual news, Trifecta Publishing House has signed on a new author…

ANNOUNCEMENT 1: Michael Wansley, a Seattle hometown favorite. You probably know him much better as rap artist, The Wanz or Teewanz from the song Thriftshop, by fellow Seattle musical artist Macklemore as the gentleman who says “I’m gonna pop some tags, only got $20 in my pocket…” and so on.

If you’re a longtime reader of this blog, you might know that I used to work at the same company as Wansley. I started a year or so after he had left to pursue music. I’ve met him in person a couple of times, and he signed my hockey jersey. (Hockey for life, although I think he’s a fan of my team’s rival. Can’t have everything, I suppose.) I was also lucky enough to be in his music video, “Get Lucky,” (and NO, NOT in the sense you’re thinking of). It’s a song about how no matter what happens in your life, sometimes luck happens and you are able to achieve your dreams… of which I firmly believe also involves a lot of seriously focused hard work on the person’s part. Also, of which Wansley is an incredibly hard worker.

ANNOUNCEMENT 2: I am a Nancy Drew PC game fan. If you follow me on social media, we know this to be true. Unfortunately, Her Interactive, the company that created the Nancy Drew PC game series and whose headquarters are local in Bellevue, WA, has been significantly delayed in releasing its latest, Midnight in Salem. (Like, over 2 years delayed in release.)

We lifetime fans, ones who are adults now with lives and careers, etc. decided to band together and create our own fan-based game in the spirit of Nancy Drew while we (im)patiently wait for Midnight in Salem to (eventually) release.

Guess who’s on the team? That’s right! ME!

It turns out that a print journalism degree
doesn’t die in vain during the 21st Century!

(And there are other uses for a print journalism
besides providing the world with a debate over
news v. “fake news”.)

Yours truly is acting as an editor of the script for the game. Although I can’t release any details at this time, I can tell you that the script is coming along, and if this game turns out half of what I imagine it will be, I’m super excited to be a part of this! I haven’t worked on a video game before, but since I love them, this is a life experience I never thought I would have.

Working with a bunch of strangers scattered around the country, although isn’t a new challenge for me, has been professionally challenging in a positive way… Especially when none of us have worked together and grouped due to a mutual love of ND PC games. It’s not like when you’re picked out of an interview by a company and they see not only professionally, but emotionally if you’ll fit with their team. This is a true collaboration of styles, experiences, points of view, and goals when we’re sort-of developing this game on a whim.

It started with all of us belonging to a Nancy Drew Games Fan group on Facebook (yes, I’m that nerdy), and we older veteran fans were reminiscing about how ND games would be released twice per year. After being trained to that type of release schedule, waiting over 2 years has been quite the struggle.

After chatting online with each other, it turns out that many of us (mostly) ladies went into either STEM careers, or careers with unique skill sets. We had a variety of people with computer programming, design, artistry, writing (hello!), and business law information to not only daydream about creating our own game, but developing one. (And, incredibly quickly as I’m learning.) The script is already underway and I’ve received a new file to review and edit. As more details come out, I’ll be excited to share them with you.

ANNOUNCEMENT 3: I’m featuring my FIRST guest blogger on my website! Fellow Trifecta Publishing House author, Samantha Heuwagen, is launching her debut novel of Dawn Among the Stars (The Starless Series), and I’ll be having her guest post launch in May 2018 to introduce her to you and to share a bit of her book with you. Again if you follow me on social media (enough hints yet?), you’ll know that I work for a high school as an office assistant in their counseling center. With everything that is happening in the world, I firmly believe we need to remove the stigma of having mental illness(es) or having someone in your life living with mental illness(es). Heuwagen is a licensed professional counselor and will be sharing her background with us a little more later this Spring.

FINAL ANNOUNCEMENT: I’m working on setting up some AWESOME GIVEAWAYS close to the release date of Missing You. Although you wonderful BLOG SUBSCRIBERS will have plenty of opportunities to enter to win one of the ultra-mega-dazzling-giveaway prizes, buuut it helps if you follow me on social media. More details on the actual fabulous prizes and FREE books I’ll be giving away in the abruptly-near-future. (There will be MY BOOKS, of course, and BAKED GOODS, there will be JEWELRY, and more!)

Phew! After typing all of that, I’m a little tired now. How have you been? I would love to hear what’s going on with you! You can always email me at KatherineBacher@gmail.com or leave a comment below.

Share what’s going on in your lives! I love to hear from my readers!

– KB


Haven’t read the Roxy Summers Mystery Series? You have time to catch up!
Start 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 releases in June 2018. Keep an eye out on my bookshelf page for pre-order links closer to the release date!

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Get your copies today!
Katherine Bacher on Amazon
Katherine Bacher on Barnes and Noble


Are we connected? No? Well let’s do that!

Find Katherine Bacher on Twitter
Find Katherine Bacher on Instagram
Find Katherine Bacher on Facebook
(…and join her FB Group: Katherine Bacher’s Happy Hour!)
Find Katherine Bacher on Trifecta Publishing House

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The robot apocalypse is closer and closer, says my 8-bit heart (Satire)

8-Bit Wishes and Digital Dreams to you, Precious Readers!

I was checking out Google News recently and came across not one, but two articles about robots developed to replace jobs previously manned by actual humans.

Those in Georgia will need to keep their eyes and ears out, along with keeping their head on a swivel for these automatically driven diesel trucks shipping stuff all over the area.
The robot apocalypse is at least not here yet, as the recently created “Flippy,” a fast food robot was turned off for being too slow. See video here.

In all seriousness, I’m not super paranoid about a robot apocalypse… at this time. (JK, JK, people. I don’t lose sleep over this.) However, in the quiet times when my mind is allowed to wander, the idea of robot-driven cars does freak out the analog part of my brain. Have you ever seen the Terminator films, iRobot, or a more recently rave-reviewed Ex Machina? Food for thought, folks. I used to watch futuristic films from the 1960’s-1990’s, but never have I ever felt that the human race was as close to developing a “fleet” of robots until now. With the exponentially rapid pace that technology is advancing, those movies might not be as far off from my lifetime as previously thought.

What do you think of a (potential) robot apocalypse? Share below!

– KB


Haven’t read the Roxy Summers Mystery Series? You have time to catch up!
Start 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 releases in June 2018. Keep an eye out on my bookshelf page for pre-order links closer to the release date!

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Get your copies today!
Katherine Bacher on Amazon
Katherine Bacher on Barnes and Noble

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Why do newsletters have to be so awesome all of the time? (a.k.a. Doughnut guilt.)

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Hello Precious Readers,

For the past week, sweet hubby of mine, Pilot and I continue our clutter war and purge, purge, purged bags and boxes of items donated or properly disposed of if deemed unusable by another living creature on the face of the planet. Happy note: we are winning the clutter war. We’re 65% there and moving closer to 100% clutter-free each day. It’s been refreshing, liberating, and getting us closer to magazine-perfection clean of our apartment. I’m not talking about an hour here or there. No, not at all. I’m talking, the moment I reach home, I’m cleaning for 5 hours straight with a 20-minute break somewhere within that time to eat a small microwaved dinner from my freezer of leftovers.

This has replaced my scheduled home workout time, as I usually budget 1 hour of active, challenging exercise every other day. Hardcore cleaning includes the bending, lifting, throwing, moving, walking, running, etc. for hours straight.

However…

I haven’t been health-minded the last 48 hours. Yesterday afternoon I spent time at a local coffee and doughnut shop with my friend, Caring* to enjoy a lovely almond and sour cherry doughnut with a soy americano, and catch up time with a bestie. The doughnut was smooth, pillow-soft, delicate, sweet, and every bite was heaven. The conversation flowed inside the shop while a Seattle rainstorm wreaked havoc on the world outside. Perfect afternoon.

Today, someone brought in doughnuts to the office.

I resisted.

Passing the plate 3 times, I didn’t touch them and resisted.

For crying out loud, I’d had a doughnut yesterday. I don’t eat them on the regular. I get them about 3 times a year as a treat for Pilot and I, but we aren’t regular sweet pastry eaters as we’ve been trying to go healthier each year making small, incremental lifestyle improvements so they stick. And they have, until today.

In the office hallway, in the background, the sound of voices wafted from the staff kitchen. A coworker ask another if he would eat one of the two doughnuts left on the plate. The other responded in kind saying he had already eaten THREE. (I had not had a single one.)

I couldn’t just leave those poor doughnuts all alone, could I? I took ONE doughnut. a simple doughnut with light chocolate frosting on top.  I didn’t even eat it right away. I momentarily stared at it sitting on the little paper towel, then let it sit at my desk for a good forty-five minutes.

The place I work at has a weekly newsletter with information going on across the board in all departments and levels. Some are feature articles, some are business-focused. Some articles are meant for full entertainment.

I waited…

waited…

waited…

and after doing a quick scan through the newsletter, I zipped through most of the articles reading them briefly, the headlines flashing across my screen. Then midway through the newsletter, I paused and glanced at the sugary goodness to my left.

There, the doughnut sat.

Innocent. Quiet. Haunting. Mesmerizing.

Daring me to eat it.

I could resist no longer.

I had been so good nutritionally and exercise-wise. Forty-five minutes after it had been resting at my desk, I gave in. I FINALLY tried a bite of the doughnut.

Mid-bite, the flavor of the cloyingly sweet treat filling my senses, my eyes lifted towards the blue-light glowing monitor of my computer and BAM! I was hit with the headline of the next article:

“Eat Healthy to Live Longer.”

WHY, OH FREAKING WHY does the weekly newsletter have to be SO helpful, thorough, engaging, entertaining, and completely and utterly guilt-inducing?

<Shakes rage-filled fist into the air, in “Khaaaaan!”-like manner.>

That is all. Happy Friday.

– KB