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CRUSH ON YOU Book Release Party – Aug. 21 @ 6:30pm (PST)! Win prizes, including a FREE KINDLE!

Attention, Precious Readers!
Attention, Precious Readers!

This is not a drill! It’s PARTY TIME!  Whoo hoo!

On August 21st, my second bookCapture Me, a Roxy Summers Mystery #2 releases out to the world in both print and e-book! I’m so excited to bring Roxy Summers‘ next adventure to you. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised at the twists in store for her.

To commemorate this auspicious occasion, Trifecta Publishing House will be hosting a Facebook Live Eventon August 21st, at 6:30pm (PST). I will be there LIVE to chat and host some online party games for you. All you have to do is comment and you’ll be automatically entered for some prizes that will be given away. One lucky winner will receive a FREE KINDLE! That’s right! A KINDLE! FOR FREE! 

What could be better? I have no idea! I’ve entered these contests before for other authors and have won free books this way. I haven’t won a Kindle yet, and I can’t win my own prizes, so your odds just got better!

I know that day is the eclipse, but keep in mind that if you’re on the road or away from home, you can keep tabs on the Facebook Event via your tablets and smartphones as well.

I look forward to seeing you and perhaps seeing some of my faithful blog readers win a prize!

You can access the Facebook Event here: http://bit.ly/2wbW3kl

My first book, Capture Me is available here: https://books2read.com/u/3nOO29
My second book, Crush On You is already available for pre-order in both print and e-book here: https://books2read.com/u/bapznQ

 

Lots of love,

KB

*Facebook is not a sponsor of the event and/or prize(s) distributed. Please do not contact Facebook for any prize(s) distribution you may incur. Please contact Trifecta Publishing House directly.

BIG NEWS! Seriously, I am about to tell you some big news!

Alert! Alert! This is not a drill!

Annyeonghasaeo, Precious Readers! (Hello, Precious Readers!)

I’m in South Korea right now, which is pretty awesome and amazing in itself. (Are you following me on Instagram? There’s Seoul pictures there.)

But… that’s not my news…

MY BOOK IS GETTING PUBLISHED!

I was literally stepping off of the plane into Incheon International Airport when I received the news!

I’ve had to stay quiet until the contract was fully signed. Now that it is, I thought you should know immediately after family was contacted!

Are you doing a happy dance? I am.
Are you dancing with me? Awesome!

It is slated for publication by the end of this year, but we’re pushing to have it ready by the time Emerald City Writer’s Conference 2016 arrives. (Are you going to the Passport to Romance Reader Appreciation Event for #ECWC16? You should be.) I was planning on just attending to get more advice, but now I’ll be attending as a newly published author!

Years and years of hard work have paid off, and you’ve been with me and this blog. So THANK YOU! Whether you’ve read this blog from Day 1, or are a newbie reader (helping me go GLOBAL), I appreciate you taking the time to check out my website, blog, and keep up with my misadventures.

Keep an eye here, on Facebook, Twitter, and my Instagram over the next few months as more details come out.

Thank you to everyone at Trifecta Publishing House for taking a chance on an unknown writer! I look forward to working with you!

Love and hugs to all of you. Gamsamnida!  (Thank you!)

– Katherine

time to renew my Passport (to Romance)

“A journey is best measured in friends, rather than miles.”

– Tim Cahill

Last night I attended the Passport to Romance: Free Reader Appreciation Event at The Westin Bellevue ballroom.

I snagged my girl friend, Caring*, and we drove on down I-405 South. After a week of mostly drizzly rain and bright cloud-covered days, the sky decided to cloud up darkly and dump buckets on Washington residents. Accident after accident lined the crowded freeway.

Downtown Bellevue was hopping as we stopped-started-stopped again, slogged through traffic, and parked underneath the hotel. Before heading to the ballroom, we bumped into Jacquie Rogers, Diane Rodes Garland, and CJ Obray. We had a quick chat before riding the escalators up, up, up to the third floor. The ballroom was decorated with bar tables scattered throughout, each featuring an author and their published works, goodies, and freebies!

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Around the edges of the room were a variety of gift baskets up for raffle. Not having much cash on us, my friend bought 1 raffle ticket, I bought 2. We made our entries for the raffle baskets we were itchy to win. The one I entered for contained a Kindle, books, and a bottle of Jameson that was converted into a lamp. I had my eyes on that Kindle… and created a mental list of people to give the lamp. The proceeds went to GSRWA to keep its operations running smoothly.

As the night continued, Caring and I bumped elbows and chatted with some of my favorite local authors, picked up some freebies, including books, bags, bookmarks, pens, candy, chocolate, etc.

The end of the event drew near, and they began to announce the winners of the raffles. A line of male cover models presenting each gift basket and prize to the winners.

We watched one woman walk away with not one… not two… but THREE prize baskets! (She was clearly a a big supporter of GSRWA.)

Next up, my bid!

Curses! Foiled again!  Alas, it was not meant to be, that Kindle and I. No worries, I figured I wouldn’t win anything. However, there were so many free things, I cannot complain. I even walked away with a free, stemless wine glass. Also, oou may not know this about me, but I am a mass contest enter…er. I am fiercly competitive, but a joyful loser, and often win free book contests!

Back to our story…

As Caring and I watched all of the baskets being raffled, there was one last prize. The beefy cover model dudes were lined up, everyone was standing for the last winner to be called out…

and then…

Caring won her raffle!

Huzzah! Her solitary ticket, a last minute placement among so many other hopefuls, was picked out of the tiny paper bag! She went home with a gift tote, a bottle of Vampire (chocolate) wine, a necklace, and a few other trinkets of winning glory!

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Caring and the L.E. Wilson raffle prize!
It features the novel
Blood Hunger, first in the Deathless Night Series.

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Me, Caring, and L.E. Wilson!
Please disregard the extremely flyaway, frizzy hair of mine.
I didn’t have time to curl it, and 
WA weather is merciless to hair.

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Caring’s overall prize haul
(including the fab sunglasses tote from the fab Lori Lyn!)

What a spectacular, fun-filled event! Caring was introduced to countless authors who provide so much literary escape, and I was able to reconnect with some amazing people from RWA/GSRWA! It saddened me slightly that I was unable to keep up with my membership to RWA, GSRWA, and unable to attend Emerald City Writer’s Conference 2015, but I have hopes to attend next year.

Passport to Romance is a big hit, and I hope RWA/GSRWA hosts one again next year!

*Name has been changed for privacy.

 

looking for a good book / Waterfront Book Festival in Everett, Washington

“A book is a gift you can open again and again.”
– Garrison Keillor

Hello Precious Readers!

That’s right! 2 Posts in 1 week! Who knew it was possible? I’m writing this special blog post in honor of the Evergreen branch of the Romance Writers of America‘s Waterfront Book Festival (RWA), held yesterday in Everett, Washington!

Pilot, my friend Caring*, and I headed up to the Everett Marina in The Cranberry** yesterday afternoon. Spending a good 45 minutes first at The Everett Farmers Market browsing the various vendors vending their volume vestige.

Yeah! How do you like that alliteration? Vindicated! (Mwahaha!)

Although we didn’t purchase anything here, it was fun to check out the stands.

Admittedly, there were a few items I wanted to buy, but I had limited funds put aside specifically for the book festival.

After perusing, we entered Lombardi’s, an Everett Italian restaurant, right there on the marina, and then just outside the restaurant, down the line of the group of vendors. Lombardi’s was kind enough to host the authors in case of inclement weather. After a dry summer, we ended up with torrential rain and blustery winds causing several power outages in Western Washington State. Even now, in the afternoon, I’m still reading posts on Facebook about people still without power on Day 3. I got to see some of my favorite local authors again (Wendy Delaney and Lori Lyn) from the Greater Seattle RWA’s annual Emerald City Writer’s Conference back in October 2014. I also got to meet some of my favorite authors for the first time, and got to meet authors I hadn’t heard of yet for the first time! I also ended up with a huge haul of freebies.

Which is never bad. Am I right?

I’m lamenting the lack of photos, but I was waaay too nervous to think of taking more pictures.

I purchased a couple of books for my friend Caring and I, and then our little group skedaddled out of there.

Should you get the opportunity to go to any book fairs, sales, etc. I always recommend going. Especially if the authors themselves are in attendance! Even though I was nervous, it never ceases to amaze me how warm and inviting the authors are! They’re people, just like you and me, other than the fact they’ve been published – sometimes several times over! I’m always grateful when they deal with a bundle of nerves like myself and still treat me normally.

It’s greatly appreciated to be treated normally when one clearly is not.

Here are some photos from the event!

Jacquie Rogers(From Left) Jacquie Rogers, Caring, myself
I’m holding a bunch of free stuff from Jacquie and Wendy Delaney (not pictured). Wendy made those earrings! They’re exact replicas of the cover of one of her books!

20150830_135635(From Left) Me, Sabrina York
Word of warning, her books are not for the faint of heart! They’re high-octane romance.

20150830_154913My haul of freebies!
…aaaaand that may just be a giant Star Trek mug off to the right.
#NerdGlassesOn, #MyNerdinessIsShowing

If you’re looking for more book events, I know of one that will be hosted during this year’s Emerald City Writer’s Conference for the public. It’s not a book sale. They’re GIVING AWAY FREE BOOKS!

Again, GIVING AWAY FREE BOOKS!

Here’s a link to their event:
Passport to Romance: Free Reader Appreciation Event!

I’m working my way to get to the entire conference, but I’ll at least be at the FREE BOOK event!
October 17th, 2015 (Saturday)
6:00PM – 8:00PM
Bellevue Westin Hotel Grand Ballroom
(No cost to go, but bring cash for raffles!)

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Do you know of any other local Washington State book events?
Which authors could you talk to again and again?
Who are some of your favorite Washington authors?
Do you ever road trip to other states to meet your favorite authors?
Do you prefer general book events, or book events with specific themes and genres in mind?

Check out:
Jacquie Rogers
Wendy Delaney
Lori Lyn
Darlene Panzera
Sabrina York
Anna Alexander
Terri Meeker
Lynn Moen & Judith Laik
Shannon Kennedy
Jennifer DeCuir
Eldritch Black
Lucy Carol

…and apologies to anyone else I missed who was there!

*Name has been changed for privacy.
**The Cranberry is the name of my car. Sometimes called the Cherry Tomato

he may not wear red underwear, but i’m ok with that

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! Oh, wait… Yeah, it IS a plane. Never mind. <Shrug.>

Although it may technically be Sept. 15th at 1:00am, I’m still living in the past 24-hours of it being Sept. 14th. Sept. 14th marks one of the greatest days in history.  It’s Pilot’s birthday.

There are many reasons why I love Pilot, but this post would never be finished. So, instead, I thought I would write about why Pilot excels far beyond Superman.

1. He’s a sexy nerd.  Clark Kent was a mild-mannered English nerd. Writing for The Daily Planet, Mr. Superman himself was the geeky guy of the office, just short of Jimmy the photographer.  You may think that the reason I call my husband, Pilot is because his job is being a pilot. Well you’d be wrong.  Pilot is actually a special-education teacher. To this day, he amazes me his ability to connect with students who experience an exceptionally difficult time with learning, or developing the skills needed to improve. His love for science and math knows no bounds, to which I thank God for because I can’t succeed in science and math to save my life (although he and I did very well in an astronomy class together.

Me: What a great night! Ellensburg’s skies are so clear!

Pilot: Yeah! Here, let’s go to this field and setup. I’ll pour the hot chocolate.

Passerby 1: Hey! Is that a bong? It’s huge!

Me: <indignant, setting hands on hips and frowning.> No, it is not a bong. It’s a telescope. See? <points to eyepiece.>

Passerby 2: Sweet! Party time! <calls to friends in distance.> Hey! Check this chick out! She has the biggest bong I’ve ever seen!

Me: It is NOT a bong! It is a highly functional TELESCOPE! Look! You can see Venus and Mars, right there!

Passerby 1: Cool! It’s multi-functional!

Me: <shakes fist, screeching at Passersby 1 & 2.> Listen, cretins! Just because you’ve lost some brain cells does not mean you need to corrupt mine with your incessant insistence that my telescope is a device for drug use!

Passerby 2: Way to party little lady <pats the top of my head.>

Me: Argh!

Pilot: Sweetie, I think it’s time we move to a different field.

Just as Superman disguises himself to be a simple and plain man, but is all super-hunky man of steel in reality, my Pilot is a seemingly boy-next-door guy, but is superhero to children and helping them have a fighting chance in this world.  Plus, listening to him explain space’s gravitational patterns for each planet with his toothy-white grin is sexy as hell.  And besides, I’m the (maybe not-so-mild-mannered) English nerd in this relationship.

2. Ok, so he does fly a little bit. Like Superman, my Pilot is also, well a pilot. Before Washington changed its laws of age limitations for obtaining a pilot’s license, he took his first flying lesson at the tender age of 13. He literally flew a plane before ever driving a car. The way he’s better than Superman, is that for me to go flying with him, I don’t have to worry about someone looking up m nightie and freezing my crumpets off from the high altitude because I’m contained inside an ACTUAL airplane.

Me: <holds down ‘push-to-talk’ button> Wow! I’m flying an airplane… And I’m scared shitless right now. You can take the steering back now!

Pilot: <laughs.> You only had it for two seconds.

Me: <holds down ‘push-to-talk’ button and glares at Pilot.> Two seconds too long… Ooh! Nice yoke-work, Bacher! Why don’t you use those hands somewhere else?

Pilot: Sweetie, you need to stop pressing the ‘push-to-talk’ button because you just announced that to all local flying aircraft and the Tower.

Tower: Cessna 5210-AML, you’re clear to land… If your hands aren’t too busy.

Random pilot sharing airspace with us: <chuckles.>Yes, please keep your hands to yourself, Sweetie.

Me: <holds ‘push-to-talk’ button> Umm… I think they heard me.

Pilot: You’re still holding the ‘push-to-talk’ button, Sweetie.

Me: <still holding ‘push-to-talk’ button.> Oh. Sorry.

3. He has superpowers. No not actual, born an alien or dipped in toxic waste superpowers. But with one look he can provide a multitude of things: reassurance, giggle-inducing hysteria, empathy, one of the few people who can make me shut up once in a while if I’ve said something [insert favorite word here, such as weird, odd, annoying, ridiculous, etc.], and the occasional heat-induced glance that magically makes my clothes disappear. (Hey, don’t judge. I’m married and Superman had x-ray vision.  You really don’t think that Superman didn’t use it to his advantage just once?)

4. He’s talented. As Clark Kent was a journalist and fairly decent reporter, my Pilot is also extremely gifted.  Separate from his teaching and flying gigs, my Pilot is also an aviation photographer. Even better, he’s a good one!  Pilot has been published in a few magazines over the last couple of years, and also has written several blurbs on the aircraft subject in question.  He has a successful Facebook page and YouTube account where he also posts videos of his work, narrating and adding factoids to the videos for viewers to enjoy.

5. Lastly, but not at all in the least, he’s romantic. Superman had ladies drooling for decades, most of all a Ms. Lois Lane. And in this case, this little writer wised-up and realized that a kind, quiet and talented man was interested in me and I jumped at the chance at love, never regretting a day since. Thankfully, Pilot has made this relationship really easy on me by being just completely wonderful and supportive, even if I post stuff like this on the all-knowing interwebs. Even if the first Valentine’s Day card I ever received from him was signed, “I don’t care what they say. I think you’re pretty nice,” causing a temporary 2-hour argument between us.

Happy Birthday, Pilot! And I don’t care what they say, I think you’re pretty nice, too.

<blows kiss.>

Daily Writing Challenge

Day 14: FREE DAY! Write any scene you want!

Dear Diary,

Today I met the most impossible of all human beings! There I was, walking through the bookstore trying to keep my nonchalant, “Yes, of course I’m in the self-help section-there’s-nothing-wrong-with-that-it’s-a-perfectly-normal-thing-to-do” face. So what if I’m pushing into my latter-thirties and newly single? If someone wanted to excel in their profession, they would study for it. If someone was to perform a self tune-up of their car, they would buy a guide. So why not buy a book to help accelerate changing my single status?

While wandering the bookstore, trying to find a decently large covered book to disguise my purchase with, I bumped into a man at the mysteries/thrillers section.

“Oh! Excuse me,” I said slightly blushing at the blatant lack of focus on where I was going.

“Not at all, pardon me,” he replied. I took in the light hair and blue eyes framed by some very nice looking professor’s glasses. He was tall, wearing a slim fitting navy blue sweater and jeans. Hellooo Dr. Jones!

His head tilted slightly as he tried to glance at the title of my self-help-for-singles book, Single? So What? guide which had decided to hide itself behind my back.

“You know, if you want a really good read, you should try I’m Single and I Know It, instead.”

I blushed at the recommendation.  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said tucking a strand of my plain brown hair behind my ears. “I’m looking for a thrill- I mean, looking for thrillers. Oh look, there’s a great one!” I say as I pluck a random book from the shelf to the right of me.

He tilts his head to the side. “Hmm… So you’re into swashbuckling pirates who stealthily rip the bodices off of young maidens, huh? I would’ve pegged you more knights-in-shining-armor kind of woman.” I raise my eyebrows at the book I had just selected.

Sure enough, there was a shirtless pirate and a young wench who apparently had no problem or apparent discomfort from having her breasts shoved up to her chin, while the pirate’s swarthy hands were undoing the ties to the back of her very cumbersome looking satin corset. Quickly glancing up to the empty space that held the damning evidence of my random selection, I realized the shelf on my right had been historical romance instead of mystery/thriller. Shit and double shit!

“You know, all you need is a glass of wine and you’re probably set for the night,” he said winking of me.

Eyes narrowing, “Why of all the nerve! I-” I pause to straighten my back at this very nosy and appalling man.  I closed my eyes for a moment taking a deep, calming breath.

“Once again, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I am merely grabbing some reading material as a gag birthday gift for my friend, Lizzy, if you must know.” No need for him to find out that Lizzy is actually my dog named after my favorite romantic heroine, Elizabeth Bennett.

“Of course, my mistake,” he said, having the nerve to smile at me.

“Well, thank you. Now, if you don’t mind. I need to have these presents gift wrapped. I’m very busy and important, and must be going now. Ta!” Turning on my heel, I pause at the sound of his voice.

“Fantastic! I was busy getting this for my brother. We’ll go to gift wrapping together!” He said grinning at me.  Of all the rotten luck. Two years without a man and now I can’t get away from this one!

Together, we both walk to the gift-wrapping center’s counter and hand our items over to the customer service rep.

“Sorry about your friend. Is she going through a tough breakup right now?”

“Huh?” I blink at him.  “Oh! Yes!  Um… Right… Well, she’s recently gone through a divorce, which she’s very happy about, and is throwing herself a divorce shower,” I quickly spat out.  We both take our nicely wrapped presents, his book in pretty forest green with a gold ribbon, mine in a patterned wrapping paper covered in random letters of the alphabet and red ribbon.

“A divorce shower?” he says amused at my frustration.  “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that before.  What exactly does one do at a divorce shower?”  Oh come on! Can’t I just live this humiliation in peace? It’s bad enough I resorted to self-help guides, but does it really need to have a commentary squad like Mystery Science Theater 3000?

“Well it’s- um…” I sigh and throw my hands up in the air, waiving my ‘gift’ in the air. “Oh, hell. We both know the book is for me.  Look, it’s been a little nerve-wracking catching my bloody husband in my bed with my sister and I haven’t had sex in two years, all right?”

The man’s eyes widened as he stared at me.  A woman who had been waiting in line for the gift-wrapping services looked extremely uncomfortable.  “Um… I think I forgot to comb my cat…” she said as she inched away from us slowly, and then bursting into a slight sprint towards the main door.

I felt my face burning as red as a hooker in church.  Also waiting for him to run away from the crazy-cat-lady vibe I was giving off; to my surprise he actually was pretty nice about the whole freak-out scene.

“Wow. That must have been awful. Are you ok?” he spoke softly, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, deep in thought. All they did was focus on his glasses which were straightforward black frame, emphasizing the blue-ness of his eyes.

Another deep sigh escaped my lips. “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry about that. I had just moved here for him because he was offered a job at Boeing. We were living with my sister until we could find our own place.  Then… Well, you know…” my voice drifted off as I felt tears prickling at the back of my eyes.

“I’m really sorry.  Was just teasing before, but if I’d known…” he gave a slight shrug and palms up gesture of apology.

“It’s all right. Sorry for going all berserker on you,” I smile slightly.

He stifled a snicker, “Berserker? You’ve seen Clerks?”

“Of course, hasn’t everyone? I mean, Kevin Smith may be raunchy, a little out of my comfort zone sometimes, but nonetheless is an insightful writer and commentator of life in our generation,” I state matter-of-factly.

The man stares at me again, this time in wonderment. “Wow, I think I may have fallen in love with you a little bit. Most women can’t look past goofy comedy movies like that.”

“Oh… Well, that’s just, really nice,” I say flustered at this man’s response.

“I’m Elliot. Elliot Helmsworth,” he says sticking his hand out to me.  Grasping his palm, I reply, “Claire. Claire Whitmore.”

sharing the wealth, spreading the love

Ok, so I’m a big freaking coward.

Today I did it.

Yesterday, after posting my third blog entry, I hesitated.

If you haven’t noticed, I tend to be scared shitless. A lot. I guess that’s what happens when a facet of you is so personal, and yet not widely accepted as “Ok.” After saying I was going to share this with the world, I didn’t. Today, I had the bravery to move forward with opening my so-called ‘dark side’ to my friends and (some) family, along with fellow writers I’ve been fortunate to meet in my life (whether they were former classmates or favorite authors).

I have been a member of the RWA and GSRWA for over a year now. For those not familiar with the initialisms above, they are the Romance Writers of America and the Greater Seattle Romance Writers of America, the (if you haven’t already guessed) Greater Seattle chapter of the group.

To show that there is a business side to this type of writing, and to prove it’s not just a fleeting, romantic notion, (pun? Get it? Too soon?), I suggest educating yourself with some cold hard math from the RWA’s website.  Or, as one of my all-time favorite romance writers, Katie MacAlister would say, “I point out that romances comprise over half of the mass market paperback market, and that what’s good enough for authors like Nora Roberts and Janet Evanovitch is good enough for me. And then I smile. Knowingly.

Review the stats, let me know what you think. Did you find anything surprising?

Also, consider all of those romantic comedies or romantic dramas you watch. I’ll bet you several, if not most, of them were based on a novel. Look at Nicholas Sparks. He’s made a living writing romance, and most have been turned into mass-marketed films. I’ll bet you’ve even seen one. The Notebook or A Walk To Remember, anyone?

What are some of your favorite romantic films?

My ultimate favorite romantic film is “Sabrina” with Harrison Ford. Mmm Harrison Ford. Yummy. Although I have a soft spot for Bogey and have a huge respect for Audrey Hepburn, the modernized version had music and scenery to die for.

Even if my blog isn’t your cup of tea, I wanted to share some of my favorite websites, blogs and forums that I frequent. Not (completely) on a daily basis.  Ok, maybe daily.

  1. Romance the Genres
  2. Smart Bitches, Trashy Books
  3. Romantic Geek Girl
  4. Book Chic City

These are real people, with real lives, all sharing a common interest. Like cooking or knitting. Ok, way sexier and hotter than cooking or knitting, but I’m sure in one of my future novels I’ll find a way to make those entertainingly sexy.

And below to stretch my literary mind:

Daily Writing Challenge

Day 3: Think about the character you created for Day 2. Write their seven-word biography.

 What happens when you live life twice?

embracing the first step to recovery

My name is Katherine and I love romance novels.

We’re talking about the “trashy” ones. The dirty, sexy books.  Sure, there is the occasional branching out to paranormal-romance, young adult-romance, suspense-romance, thriller-romance, urban fantasy-romance, etc. (Sensing a theme here?)  But basically I HEA’s and “steamy reads.”  Easily having read several hundred, and owning more than I should, they’re my addiction. I crave them. At my core, I cannot stop the adoration of HEA’s and “steamy reads.”  Every minute free, I’m typically reading romance or watching a romantic film.  The feeling of being weak in the knees, passion, typical boy-meets-girl scenarios, heart-stopping (and drool-inducing) covers that make people blush with one glance at that glossy paper.

The reason for this admission?

I also want to BE a romance novelist.

And what’s the problem? Well, this genre of novels is still not widely accepted as “socially acceptable.” Even today, I can’t bring myself to admit to my own family that I even own such a scandalous type of book. But to move forward with the goal of becoming a great romance novelist, I need to actually admit to those I care about, along with writing peers, about this facet of me.

The link to this particular post was shortly after sent via email to my friends and family.  You could go as far to say this might be my ‘coming out’ party.

But to know me is to understand the facts: I practically INHALE these less-than-clean novels on a daily basis.  I’ve always hidden them from view, changed out the covers, never let someone look at my iPad 2 because of aforementioned drool-inducing covers of such books. But there is a deep need for them to understand this incomprehensible joy I receive from meeting new characters. Enjoying the increased heart rate from their first meet-cute, mourning their loss when the hero and heroine are at odds with one another, only to revel and celebrate at them finding their way back to each other.Until the creation of this blog, admittedly it had been several months since I’d written a single page. After coming to terms with this, (cocktails and tears may have been involved in the healing process), I needed to find a way to commit to my writing as much as possible, and to not lose momentum.  So here’s my attempt at full commitment. I’m embracing the first step to recovery by admitting I have an addiction.
My name is Katherine and I love romance novels.

Daily Writing Challenge

Day 2: Create a character. Write a brief scene of them in a setting. Also use this paragraph to introduce the character to the reader by how they react to their setting.

Margaret chewed the end of her pen while trying to listen to Mr. Anderson give a lecture about…something.  Eyeing the clock all period, which was a few minutes short from the end of the school day, she sighed.  Typically the ideal student, never late, took good notes, and focused, today was different.  When the school bell was to ring, it marked the end of the day, and she wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow. Tomorrow was her birthday and she was dreading it.  This year was going to be even more embarrassing, because she was turning eighteen.

As usual, her Aunt Liesle would wake her up for the annual “Midnight Brownie Birthday Tribute”, which was always welcome.  However, on the evening of each birthday, her aunt and best friend, August typically took her out to some restaurant with bored wait staff singing poorly, and loudly, while making her wear some ridiculous hat. And Liesle had the wall of photos to prove it. This portion of tradition was less welcome.