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Dotty award play around

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Just a thing I was playing with in Paint.  If you like it, it’s already yours, if not, I’ll just keep it.  😉


Mission Statement (a clarification)

“I think it’s because I’m clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it’s because I’m crazy
I try not to act too proud

They only hit until you cry
After that you don’t ask why
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore
You just don’t argue anymore

Yes I think I’m okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that’s what I’ll say
And it’s not your business anyway
I guess I’d like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown”

My Name is Luca, by Suzanne Vega

This is my best try at making concrete a project that was born a month ago as a vague wish/plan with no real knowledge, and turn it into a living breathing book that will hopefully be a force in raising awarenes of the prevalence of abuse, and give the silent ones a voice that they seldom have.

Bones of Ash, Heart of Glass will be a free e-book aimed at people currently unaware/uneducated about abuse.


Many books have been published aimed at directly reaching the abused, survivors and those still hurting. Our target audience with “Bones” is those who may be aware of the problem, peripherally, but don’t know how to recognize it or to help. I want to write a page or two of signs of abuse, and resources for those willing to help, or at least reporting it.  I also want to make it clear that it is a book for adults. The graphic images, portrayal of violence, and possible angry language, while necessary to show the true horror of abuse, is not appropriate for children.

I am making it a free e-book because I feel that it maximises the possibility for distribution and thus helps in fulfilling our goal of spreading awareness. Also, an e-book is considerably less stress than a published paper book, no worries about dealing with a publisher, cost, distribution, etc.


I will be making a separate post with the exact submission guidelines as they are firmed up, but for now: any and all types of submission are welcomed. poetry, prose, picture, photo, etc. length of piece is one of the things I need to firm up. since it’s an e-book there’s less limit…but in order to keep the readers attention, they shouldn’t be novel-length 😉 as stated above, graphic images and language, uncomfortable/triggering situations, and depictions of violence will be included. we need to show the true horror of abuse, not the sanitized version the television or a published book can. on the other hand, a story that is all violence or graphic imagery with no feel for the facts of what is actually happening, will be carefully considered, but may not be accepted.

Hopefully this helps clear up the confusion I inadvertently caused. I have a tendency to assume people can read my mind. It’s a bad habit that working with all of you is helping me break! I really want this book to work, and will be putting as much of myself as I can into it…and all I ask of you is your visions/imagination. *hugs*


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Hope

She pulls her sleeves below her wrists
to hide the marks of angry fists,
and checks her face for signs of age,
puts makeup over signs of rage.
Her eyes are sad, her face is bright,
as she walks, smiling, to meet the night.
He meets her at the bottom stair,
the guests…his guests…already there.
An eyebrow raised, he takes her hand,
painfully, so she’ll understand.
His eyes meet hers with hate so real,
she shivers at the ice she feels.
She pastes a smile on, lady of the manor,
her expression proud as any banner.
The guests all see the beauty there,
holding hands upon the stair,
they cannot see the room inside,
where her dead heart must run and hide.
They cannot see the silent eyes,
the graveyard where her lost hope lies.


Bones of Ash, Heart of Glass (aka A -real- book update!)

Alright, I am now officially hopping off my arse and getting to serious work on our book.  To recap, here’s the story so far…

On Kyotzeta’s one month birthday, I wrote that I had an as yet vague idea to publish some sort of collection or book to raise awareness of all kinds of abuse and try to give a voice to the silent ones as I’ve tried to do with my words for so long. I asked for contributions (non-monetary) to the book, in any form preferred…prose, poetry, photo, picture, etc.  However, at the time, I had no idea what it would take to publish such a book, or even whether it should be free or have a minimal cost with all money donated to a charity…

Over the weeks since then, I’ve (slowly) researched and thought about it, and so far  these are my conclusions.  Since this is to be -our- book, if anyone has any comments, complaints, suggestions or just plain ideas, please please please feel free to comment below!

So what we have so far:

The book will be (tentatively) titled Bones of Ash, Heart of Glass, and will take the form of a free e-book that anyone can download.  (Not sure about format, going to try to go for the publishing software/site that has the most choices and yet still allows free books)   I’m -considering- setting up some sort of donation site as well, but that will be separate from the book if possible. (*sighs*  Why is it so -complicated- to do something good??)

Of course, all submissions will be properly attributed, and submitters will have the option of writing a short descriptional blurb for an “Authors” page.  On the other hand, all submissions -must- be your own intellectual property, or something you have permission to use in this fashion.  I know this hardly needs said… 🙂

Submissions should be sent to my email, kyotzeta@gmail.com, with “book submission’ in the title.  I want to try to have this done by fall, if possible, hopefully coinciding with the new school year…so the sooner you get me your submissions the better…on the other hand, don’t rush.  Hopefully once I start collecting and organizing my stuff I’ll have a better idea of what kind of timeline we’re looking at…

Hrrmm…I think that’s all I have for now, except to say Thank You for considering this project, I think we’re going to do wonderful things toward the ultimate goal…raising awareness of every facet of abuse, giving a voice to all the silent ones and hope to the hopeless.  *hugs*

Yours always,

KC & Co.


Just a heads up on some nifty stuff going on

Anansi the Poet has made an interesting offer that I wanted to make people aware of, as it’s an awesome way to contribute to one of our/my pet causes, Abuse Awareness.  I’ll let him (via my shaky c&p skillz) speak for himself.  Take it away, Aunt Nancy!

For every comment (one per person per poem) I receive on posts this week (including yesterday’s), I will donate a dollar to the New York Center For Children.
They are an amazing organization right in my neighborhood and I urge you all to contribute as well (if you can manage, of course). Either way, you should check them out. And while I’m at it, support SummerSolstice if you can as well.
She is bravely working to become an Abuse Awareness facilitator, educating those who work with children about warning signs and support programs.”

Awesome, right? Get on over there and help him spend all his money, people!  😉

Yours always,

KC & Co.


My other two awards…

I’m going to put these both up together, mostly because I want to see if they’ll fight, mate, or just cancel each other out and go poof.  😉

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My Christmas Girl has given me another present!

My beautiful photographer friend Nia has gifted me with my 4th award…this time, the Versatile Blogger.  I’m happy to accept it, with the usual caveats:  I can’t guarantee a no-snark appreciation…and I may or may not pass it on,  depending on how I feel and who I want to pass the torch/pita to.  😉

“The Rules of this award:

If you receive the honor, pay attention! When you accept the award you must:
Thank the person who shared the award with you, by linking back to them in your post.
Pass this award to 15 recently discovered blogs (being sure to let them know that you included them in your blog post).
Lastly, list 7 things about yourself.”

So, number one done…number two on the back burner for now…here goes number three:

7 Things

I read and follow the advice of my three tarot card decks, once/twice a week

I collect stones and interestingly shaped rocks from places I or my friends have been  (anyone wanna send me a rock? 😉 )

I collect stuffed animals, especially coyotes, but others as well

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I own 5 autographed prints/cards, two tarot decks, and one figurine by Jasmine Beckett-Griffith

I own a special edition autographed and original artwork set of Deviant Moon Tarot cards,  created by Patrick Valenza

I want to go to Australia more than anyplace on Earth (Turkey is second!)

I have played Live-Action-Role-Playing games for the last 15 yrs

 

There.  Now I can say again, Thank You, my Christmas Girl!  I’ve gone from having none to having 4 awards in less than a week…as well as being 2 away from 60 followers!  I love you all!

 

KC


A sort-of book update…

I wrote a post over on my other blog regarding my frustrations with the process of creating “Bones of Ash, Heart of Glass” and a few questions/requests for people.  If you’re at all interested in the book, please hop over there and read it.  😉

“Feeling accomplished and frustrated at the same time”

 

Thanks in advance, KC


An adventure with Cardboard Ruthie!

Yay!  I get to have the company of a lovely cardboard lady on my “poetic inspiration photo tour of north florida” project!  Flat Ruthie of Cardboard Me Travels is coming to visit, and accompany me on my adventure.  I can’t wait!  More to follow as soon as she arrives!

KC & Co.


Wow! This is an awesome piece! It combines the faery tale with a graphic and dark story of abuse and neglect. Just…wow! I’m trying to get her to put it in “Bones”…


More and more pics!

Just for fun, and to procrastinate further from going through the 300 and some posts in my read-blogs page from the last few days, here are some more pics.  More nifty stuff from my style, and some I took with my 6 yr. old camera and bad photography skills.  I’m not sure I know how to put them up and put comments between/after, so it may be a bit confused.  Bear with me.  *g*

The pictures have mouse over titles that say what they are, as I couldn’t figure out how to sort them, and/or write between them.

 

Ok, I’m going to try to write about the pics.  Here goes.

First one:  “My” baby girl, Rowan, in my ears and my beloved ex’s (hereafter known as my BE) fuzzy arms.

Second pic: Taken on the fantastic Disney World trip that my BMF Ben took me on this New Years.  He lives in UT., but he comes out to see me occasionally.  He got us a hotel room in one of the Disney resorts, for almost 2 weeks minus travel time from Jax!  I was exhausted after, but it was sooo awesome!  This pic was taken during one of the parades at the Magic Kingdom, and I love it because I managed to take it just as “Alice” was sticking her tongue out at someone, and the Hatter was in the perfect pose to see all his costume.

Next…there’s a cardinal in the middle of the picture, but he’s harder to see than I had hoped.  I just loved the way it looked, that little red bird in the green branches.  🙂

Next is the first flowers anyone ever gave me.  The BE gave them to me randomly one day, and I almost fell over.  But he was always doing sweet romantic things like that.  My favorite story is how the first time I went in the mental hospital while we were living together, he packed my bag…and when I got there, I found his childhood stuffed animal, a cute little fox, packed into the bag.  How many men would think of something like that?

The next few are a series, so I’m going to talk about all of them here.  This is the baby girl in the first pic, at 3.  She just turned 3 this yr, and I love her with all my heart.  I was literally the first person other than a doctor who held her, as I got handed her fresh from her mommy’s (cut open, urrghh) stomach!  Next is my Rowan with her mommy, my BFF Becky, and in her Easter hat. Next is The Bump, aka Rowans baby brother-to-be.  I call him The Bump because Becks is still waffling over a name…*giggles*

Next is my over-crowded little altar, with my usual eclectic chaos.  The cards in back and the figure in front of them are by my absolutely favorite artist, Jasmine Beckett=Griffith.  Love love love her stuff!  Faery tale, faeries, Alice, Steampunk…she makes the most wonderful things.  Best of all, she’s based down in Orlando, so I can just drive down less than 2 hours away and see her when she has shows at Pop Gallery.  The rest are found items, dedicated stones and crystals, and significators for my various “people”.  The bunny is The Moon, as per Japanese legends of the Rabbit in the Moon.  The apple is for Eris, goddess of chaos, keeper of the Holy Kao.  The Coyote (he’s kinda hard to see…he’s behind the cards.) is…well, guess.  😉  The water buffalo is for my zen side.

The next is…well, a picture of a squirrel.  I was parked in the parking lot and he just kept running back and forth on the fence, as if daring me to take his picture, so I did.  🙂

The next two are part of my future Walmart Harujuku outfits…my shirt that I had made at Zazzle (love love love that site!) and my new and totally awesome corset!

Hope that helps!

 

KC & Co.


The Me

As promised, here is a pic of the silliness of me.  And this is without makeup, or my gloves, or my sneaks… *grins*

The me, via web-cam.  I do smile occasionally, but not often.  *shrugs*

I call it Wal-mart Harujuku, and it’s obviously unfinished…no dyed hair, not enough accessories, etc.  But I’m working on it!  (Still trying to decide about the hair…whether or not, and if so, what color?  Pink strips in what I have now?  Black with pink stripes? Hot pink with black stripes? *grins*)

Hope you like it and it doesn’t break the blog putting it up!

KC & Co.


Funny funny excerpt

I don’t usually read Freshly Pressed blogs…more of that contrariness that so informs my personality quirks…but I got hooked, and clicked.  Most of the post is funny, but the last two paragraphs surprised a full belly-laugh from me, and I wanted to share.  Mind, I’m a big fan of the Travel Channel‘s food programming,  like Bizarre Foods and No Reservations, but I cook like the second paragraph, so it was especially funny to me…but I think it’ll hit home with most.  😉

“I, admittedly, enjoy reading up about consumables but food culture sort of misses me.  I think a part of me wants to understand because I really do love a variety of foods but I always seem to fall short once it starts to sound like an erotic novel about rare ingredients.  Then again, I suppose the alternative isn’t much better:

“I cooked some beef today because it was on sale and I hadn’t had any in a while.  I was going to cook a nice chicken curry with rice but then realized that it was going to be just me and I needed to eat that beef because it was starting to stink.  It needed some salt, so I salted it.  I’d say it was pretty okay because I didn’t get all that sick.””

KC & Co.


KC and the Sunshine Award

(title cred. to Missus Potty Dotty)

Hey, y’all!  After my whining so pitifully about not having any awards, my tender-hearted buddy Willowdot21 took pity on me and gave me the Sunshine Award.  Not one to follow rules, usually, I promised to try this time…but don’t be surprised if my natural cussedness comes out.  😉

Ain't it purty?

The Rules – Include the award logo in a post or in your blog / Answer 10 questions about your self. / Nominate 10 to 12 other fabulous bloggers / Link your nominees to the post and comment on their blog, letting them know they are nominated / Share the love and link the person who nominated you.

Yay Questions!

Favorite Colour: Hot pink and Black
Favorite Animal: Coyote
Favorite Number: 69, Dude!
Favorite Non-Alcoholic Drink:
Elliano’s Dark Chocolate Espresso Freezie  (My addiction!)
Prefer Facebook or Twitter: Mrr?  I occasionally Book the Face, and sometimes make Tweeting sounds, but I’m not all that up on either.  😉
My Passion: Myths and Mythos and the theory of the Collective Unconscious.
Prefer getting or giving presents: I’m a selfish wench!  Gimme-gimme-gimme!  I love me some pressies!
Favorite Pattern: Hot pink and black leopard spots!
Favorite day of the week: All of’em!
Favorite Flower: Queen Anne’s Lace or Magnolia or Camellia or Jasmine…really anything with a really intoxicating smell.  Florida is a good place to live for this!  😉

As for my nominees…I’m taking applicants!  I have too many wondermous friends to pick and choose, and I’m not sure who’d appreciate the chain part of the award…so if you want it, lemme know!  The first 10 – 12 win a fabulous prize…the above beautiful pic and rules and questions!  Not to mention my gratitude for keeping me from feeling guilty… 😉

Whew…finished!  Thanks again, my friend Willow!  *hugs*

KC & Co.


Found art story #1

This is number one of a series of 5 stories, poem or other, inspired by/written for a handful of pictures from Christina over at Artblablablablog.  I chose this one to go first to give Mr. Mike his something secretive and dark.  😉 

Photo by Christina at Artblablablablog!

“One pill makes you larger, one pill makes you small, and the ones that Mother gives you don’t do anything at all…go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall!”
“White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane

Hmmph. Well, I’m Alice…but don’t ask me! Trust me, don’t. I’m likely to tell you, and then where would you be? Lost, same as me, that’s where.

Lost in my head, far from my bed, lost in the woods of shouldn’ts and shoulds, cravings and ravings and speaking in rhyme…aren’t I having a marvelous time?

Oh, no, not you again. You just shut up, you! You got me into this in the first place, with your little whiny voice. “Oh, please! It’ll be fun! You -like- camping with your family, so this’ll be even more fun! They’re nice guys, and there’ll be other girls there too…and what if we say no, and they make fun of us? We have to go!” So we went. And here we are. In the woods, in the dark, a baggie of stolen pills in my hand.

Little pills for certain ills, of the mind that’s caught the chills, and for the mind that’s running low, and the one that wanders to-and-fro!

Heh. Wandering. Yeah. That’s what I’ve been doing all day, and all day yesterday…and likely all day tomorrow, unless they find us and kill us for stealing the pills. Find me, I mean. Not us. There is no us. THERE IS NO US! Ummm…sorry about that. Just an echo. Really. Now, where were we? Oh, yeah…trying to figure out where we are.

Take a pill! Just one little pill, you saw what it did for jack and his jill, as they fell laughing down the hill and lay them down so very still!

No! No pills. That’s why I took them in the first place! These things are dangerous! They make you see things, feel things…awful horrible things. Things with big teeth and worms for eyes that used to be a snotty cheerleader named Jill. Things that laugh and laugh and laugh until you panic and run, not realizing what you clutch in one sweaty hand.

Why do you wait? It can’t hurt! You’re sitting here in cold and dirt, and freezing as the sun goes down with no idea how far to town, or if there is a town at all or maybe you just had a fall, and you’re really lying in the dirt all bloody-broken-dashed and hurt…

I can’t! I’m…I’m afraid, alright? My brain feels fuzzy enough as it is, and all I had was a bit in a drink. I’m afraid what’ll happen if I try it…but you’re right…it is cold.
Maybe just -one- won’t hurt…

“Officials are still investigating the strange disappearance of 7 college students in the state park this weekend…so far the only clue to the mystery is an abandoned bag of aspirin.”


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I haz award!

Well, since I’ve been here over a whole month, and have more than 50 followers now, but still no awards ( *sob-sob, pout*) I decided to take matters into my own hands and steal one!  (it doesn’t matter that she was giving them away anyway…I stoled it fair and square!)  So here it is…my firstest award!  Yay me!  (Also, since it seems that I am an idjit…(who knew?)…who can’t figure how to link to a picture, here is the place I stoled’em from…go get one of your own, she’ll never notice, just got’em all laying around the place… )

PS: No feelings were hurt in the making of this post, the sarcasm guard was fully in effect, and these are not the droids you’re looking for.  Right?  Right.


The Red Hood

She tucks her hair into her hood, tugging the fabric forward to shade her face. Kneeling, she opens the bag at her feet, checking that all within is as it should be. Satisfied, she stands, bag in hand, and without a further glance behind, sets out on her journey.

red as blood, black as night,
shadows shield me from her sight,
lead me when I start to stray,
that I might live another day.

mother moon hearken to me,
father darkness hear my plea,
hold me safe and free from harm,
and shield me under sheltering arm.

The moons light filters sparsely through the trees, causing more shadows than she relieves. The girl in the hood slips silently among the shifting shades, all senses alert and poised for action. A tiny far off squeak is heard and dismissed. The death cry of some small prey, most likely. A moment later, she drops lithely to one knee, hand going out to hover over the damp leaf covered ground. Her sharp eyes scan the leaves, then move to a nearby bush…and she nods, decisively. Standing again, she moves off in a different direction, eyes scanning the ground in front of her intently.

a howl of warning fills the air
a cry of mourning and despair
the red ones hunt! the speaker cries
and gulping, hard, I close my eyes

a shifting perfume on the wind
one testing sniff and it is pinned
closer than I like to see
the red hood knight still follows me

Shrugging to adjust her armor under her bright scarlet tabard and hood, she follows the trail, eyes intent and almost glowing with excitement and eagerness. Getting close now…she can almost taste the sour-sweat-and-blood that is the mark of the Beast she hunts. A howl rings out through the forest, and she snarls under her breath, eyes touched with disgust. Filthy murdering beasts. Momentarily, her senses are filled with the scent/taste/sight of hot apple pastries cooling on her Nona’s counter. She snarls again, and shakes her head, dispelling the image. No time for sentiment…it’s killing time.

running hard through forests deep
I dream of home, and warmth, and sleep
of friendly faces in firelight
anything but this cold flight

my heartbeat pounds within my chest
as if a bird fought in my breast
my legs are made for running far
but now each footfall seems to jar

Her breath quickens, along with her pace, as she feels the trail grow more obvious, easier to follow. The beast panics, running blind. Her grin is feral beneath the scarlet hood. Soon it will fall, and then it will end. Ever vigilant, she watches for an ambush, although she doubts there will be one. The beast is alone.

my breath is shallow, eyes are glazed
yet still I run. I am amazed
a-mazed I am, a mouseling, trapped
in territory long unmapped

I dare not turn my head for fear
of red-crossed knight who runs so near
I know she comes, I feel her eyes
I know her ears can hear my sighs

She shrugs her shoulders again to loosen the strap of the bag on her back, letting it slip into her hand as she runs. Reaching within she withdraws a gleaming silver knife with an enameled red cross for pommel, and a scarlet thong with a small glass flask hanging from it. Slipping the bag back behind her, the knife into a specially made pocket, and the thong around her neck under the hood, she continues forward, cautiously.

I stumble onwards through the night
my heart beats like a bird in flight
my ears hear running footsteps, nigh
as moonlight beams down from on high

one more stumble and I’m done
my traitor legs refuse to run
I crumple to the forest floor
let death come, I’ll run no more

She hears the dull thud of a large body hitting the ground ahead of her, and she hurries forward, ears alert to any further sound of movement. None comes, and she grins as she pulls the gleaming knife from its holder. Moving cautiously into the clearing, she sees the beast lying with its back to her, curled into itself, shaking with fear and exhaustion. The long grey tail matted with blood and sweat, the fur-covered ribs heaving with each panicked breath…it is harmless now. Only prey for the taking. With a quick prayer, she drips a bit of consecrated oil from the flask at her throat onto the blade, and shaking her head so that her hood falls back, she steps toward her prize. She will stare into its eyes as she…

moonlight shines on midnight black
the fall of hair hangs down her back
her deep brown eyes look shocked, afraid
as she stands before me, scarlet arrayed

a tear runs down through matted fur
as overcome, I stare at her
she drops the knife from open hand
and weaves as if she cannot stand

I close my fear glazed eyes and wait
I know full well my future fate
I hear her drop down to her knees
in the clearing, beneath the trees

her words are shaky and unclear
her voice a ringing in my ear
I grit my teeth, and wait for death
each breath I take is my last breath

I feel her hand upon my face
I feel her fingers move, and trace
I hear her voice, and my heart shivers
with the pain and sorrow it delivers

She stares at the beast as she lies before her, oh-so-familiar features made strange and warped. But oh, those eyes. Those soft brown eyes that she had seen all her young life, that she had thought gone forever. With one shaking hand, she reaches forward, turning the creatures muzzle and leaning down to lay her cheek against the sweat-matted fur. Cautiously, a long grey arm moves to hold her close…and she weeps. For the one before her…for herself…for the long wasted years. Curled up on the forest floor, the moonlight streaming down on them, she weeps.
“Ohhh…oh, Nona!”


Holy cow awesome! This kid is a future…everything! Engineer, entrepreneur, architect…don’t think there’s anything he can’t do if he gets his hands on it. Watch the video, you’ll love it, and there’s a link to give a dollar to help Caine get a higher education. Encourage genius and imagination, people! 🙂

Shambolic Living

I love this video. Caine takes the whole playing with cardboard boxes to a new level and kudos to his Dad for letting his son go wild with his imagination.

The video was made by a guy called Nirvan Mullick who just happened to wander into the spare parts auto shop one day and discovered Caine’s Arcade.

There is now a college fund established when you can donate a dollar to get Caine a higher education.

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Wow. Sound familiar to anyone? 😉 Awesome image work and very sense-filling. 🙂

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I’ve always been jealous of painters –

With canvas and brush

They capture in one image

What may take thousands of words

To describe.

Each stroke of a pencil

Shows love, patience, or fear,

And there are more shades of color

In the visual spectrum

Than words to describe them.

But even with a brush

It takes a true artist

To make you hear

The haunting melody of a violin

Played by a grieving father

As his daughter’s body grows cold

With the setting sun.

It takes a true artist

To make you feel, through sight,

The gentle caress of a spring zephyr

Against a child’s face

Versus the deceptive calm

Before a Summer storm.

Maybe painters are not so lucky after all –

A poet’s phrase,

Like each stroke of a well-trained brush,

Strives to expose,

To explain,

To tie one more knot

In a world of loose ends,

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Poems on the way

Working on several things at once, with the result that nothing is getting done.  Gonna concentrate on the Red Riding Hood retell, because that’s my fave right now, but I also have some nifty pics by Christina over on Artblablablog that I will be writing little poems and/or stores for.

Not to mention a handful of new poems that are brewing for now…  😉  Just wanted to let y’all know that just because I don’t post for a bit, doesn’t mean I’m not here.  😛

Love, KC

 

PS:  Woot for 40 followers a week after we hit 30!  *hugs*  I love you guys!


Stay tuned for book updates

Sorry to leave people hanging about the book…I’m waiting on an email from Kickstarter as to whether or not our book falls under the heading of “Charity projects” which for some reason Kickstarter doesn’t do.  😦  I’m hoping I can slip it under the wire somehow, because having some money to help with printing costs and etc. will be essential.  

On the other hand, if Kickstarter doesn’t work out, I was thinking of maybe making the book an e-book, instead of a paper one. Easier to distribute, at least!  😉 I even have a name for it already, unless anyone thinks it’s dumb.  “Bones of Ash, Heart of Glass”   🙂

Stay tuned for further updates, and -thank you-, those of you who’ve pledged your support/words to the project.  *hugs*