K.C. Kendricks's Blog, page 70
May 9, 2015
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
May 9, 2015
Are you going to Scarborough fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
I grew up at the tail-end of the 1960s counter culture. I was too young to fully understand the political implications of the times, but youth didn't prevent me from embracing the music just for the music.
"Scarborough Fair" by Simon and Garfunkel is one of those songs that has stuck with me. From the vocal arrangement to the instrumentals, it's simply a lovely song. Many years ago I wanted to plant a few herbs in a strawberry jar because strawberries refused to grow in my grandmother's old terra cotta pot. It makes no sense, but there it is. So what herbs to plant. Immediately the words to the song came to mind.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...
Every year I plant the jar the same. Six red begonias to honor my grandmother's love of red and of begonias, and parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme in the top. It's a tradition, one I plan to always keep.
Happy Mother's Day!
KC
www.kckendricks.com
Are you going to Scarborough fair Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Remember me to one who lives there She once was a true love of mine
I grew up at the tail-end of the 1960s counter culture. I was too young to fully understand the political implications of the times, but youth didn't prevent me from embracing the music just for the music.
"Scarborough Fair" by Simon and Garfunkel is one of those songs that has stuck with me. From the vocal arrangement to the instrumentals, it's simply a lovely song. Many years ago I wanted to plant a few herbs in a strawberry jar because strawberries refused to grow in my grandmother's old terra cotta pot. It makes no sense, but there it is. So what herbs to plant. Immediately the words to the song came to mind.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme...
Every year I plant the jar the same. Six red begonias to honor my grandmother's love of red and of begonias, and parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme in the top. It's a tradition, one I plan to always keep.
Happy Mother's Day!
KC
www.kckendricks.com
May 7, 2015
The Last Long Drive
May 7, 2015
I knew it was coming. I watched its approach with a sort of resigned dread. This past Monday, time ran out and I took the second hardest drive of my life with Jett. He suddenly struggled to breathe, probably from a tumor pressing on something vital. I'll never really know, nor does it matter. He was thirteen, and for a dog, that's a grand old age. There's no coming back from thirteen.
It's been a difficult week without him. I looked out the office window last evening and yelled, "Jett! Critters!" which was his word for deer. Too late I realized my mistake.
I hope he's chasing the deer with Callahan. Have fun together, my precious boys.
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April 5, 2011
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 4 - D
D is for Dog
While I didn’t have a cat until I was eight or nine years old, I’ve always had dogs. In fact, my very first word was my version of the name of the dog.
I’ve had dogs, but it’s the last two who’ve enriched my life beyond the others. Callahan and Jett. The only time in my life I’ve been without a dog was between Cal and Jett. When I had to have Callahan put down after he developed Cushings disease, I was too heartbroken to even think about getting another dog for two years.
Cal was a pointer/hound mix. He had a rich caramel brown saddle with a white chest and blaze, with even ticking. He was a handsome lad, but his best feature was his yellow eyes. No one – no one – messed with that dog. He was completely gentle, but at 90 pounds of pure muscle, he didn’t look it. Cal was my constant companion for the seven years I lived alone. During that time a dog in the house, especially a BIG one was comforting. It was quite a relief when the dog liked the new man in my life and vice versa.
Taking him for that last drive was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but the dog had started to suffer. It was time. He was twelve, and the clock only goes forward. Then the man’s health took a bad turn. There was surgery followed by chemotherapy and I didn’t think much about getting a puppy.
A little over two years after Cal’s death, I received a sign. I know lots of people don’t believe in signs. I don’t either when it comes to big, showy things. To me, a sign is something small only the individual recognizes. It could be a random thought sent by the subconscious, or a scent on the breeze that triggers a memory or decision. My sign it was time to get a puppy was something only I could receive – a dream. Within days I unexpectedly came by a black Lab pup.
Cal was an alpha dog. I’d arrive home from work and he was glad to see me, sure, but he didn’t smother me with affection the way this Lab does. The Lab is a beta boy, eager to please, and yet he does display a mind of his own, firmly refusing to heed my warnings about sleeping on the sofa. Cal made it clear he accepted me as pack leader – of a pack of two. I like to think Jett would be a fine protector if I was ever threatened, but with Cal, I knew it in my gut.
Jett is past nine now, and showing his age. Those dozen or so white hairs on his chin that were so adorable on his puppy self have now spread in an alarming path to cover his muzzle, almost to his eyes. His clock has suddenly begun to tick faster, and I catch myself already mourning him. It’s normal, I suppose, a way of preparing myself for the inevitable day.
My boys are very different, but each will always hold his own place in my heart. And if it’s true that all dogs go to heaven, then Jett will walk beside me on the road while noble Callahan forges ahead, nose to the ground, to sit patiently waiting by the gate for us to catch up.
I knew it was coming. I watched its approach with a sort of resigned dread. This past Monday, time ran out and I took the second hardest drive of my life with Jett. He suddenly struggled to breathe, probably from a tumor pressing on something vital. I'll never really know, nor does it matter. He was thirteen, and for a dog, that's a grand old age. There's no coming back from thirteen.
It's been a difficult week without him. I looked out the office window last evening and yelled, "Jett! Critters!" which was his word for deer. Too late I realized my mistake.
I hope he's chasing the deer with Callahan. Have fun together, my precious boys.
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April 5, 2011
A to Z Blogging Challenge
Day 4 - D
D is for Dog
While I didn’t have a cat until I was eight or nine years old, I’ve always had dogs. In fact, my very first word was my version of the name of the dog.
I’ve had dogs, but it’s the last two who’ve enriched my life beyond the others. Callahan and Jett. The only time in my life I’ve been without a dog was between Cal and Jett. When I had to have Callahan put down after he developed Cushings disease, I was too heartbroken to even think about getting another dog for two years.
Cal was a pointer/hound mix. He had a rich caramel brown saddle with a white chest and blaze, with even ticking. He was a handsome lad, but his best feature was his yellow eyes. No one – no one – messed with that dog. He was completely gentle, but at 90 pounds of pure muscle, he didn’t look it. Cal was my constant companion for the seven years I lived alone. During that time a dog in the house, especially a BIG one was comforting. It was quite a relief when the dog liked the new man in my life and vice versa.
Taking him for that last drive was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but the dog had started to suffer. It was time. He was twelve, and the clock only goes forward. Then the man’s health took a bad turn. There was surgery followed by chemotherapy and I didn’t think much about getting a puppy.
A little over two years after Cal’s death, I received a sign. I know lots of people don’t believe in signs. I don’t either when it comes to big, showy things. To me, a sign is something small only the individual recognizes. It could be a random thought sent by the subconscious, or a scent on the breeze that triggers a memory or decision. My sign it was time to get a puppy was something only I could receive – a dream. Within days I unexpectedly came by a black Lab pup.
Cal was an alpha dog. I’d arrive home from work and he was glad to see me, sure, but he didn’t smother me with affection the way this Lab does. The Lab is a beta boy, eager to please, and yet he does display a mind of his own, firmly refusing to heed my warnings about sleeping on the sofa. Cal made it clear he accepted me as pack leader – of a pack of two. I like to think Jett would be a fine protector if I was ever threatened, but with Cal, I knew it in my gut.
Jett is past nine now, and showing his age. Those dozen or so white hairs on his chin that were so adorable on his puppy self have now spread in an alarming path to cover his muzzle, almost to his eyes. His clock has suddenly begun to tick faster, and I catch myself already mourning him. It’s normal, I suppose, a way of preparing myself for the inevitable day.
My boys are very different, but each will always hold his own place in my heart. And if it’s true that all dogs go to heaven, then Jett will walk beside me on the road while noble Callahan forges ahead, nose to the ground, to sit patiently waiting by the gate for us to catch up.
May 2, 2015
Moon Dances by KC Kendricks (MSS#90)
May 2, 2015
Having just completed the 2015 A to Z Blogging Challenge, you'd think I'd need a blogging break. Can't! It's Saturday and that means it's blog hop day. I can't let the My Sexy Saturday compatriots down. It's blog and tweet, babe.
Today it's seven sexy paragraphs from Moon Dances, book IV in the Sundown Saga. Here's a bonus for you - the entire KC catalog is 50% off at Amber Allure through 5/5/15. So scoot on over and get all of the shapeshifter Sundown at half price before it's too late and the regular price comes back.
Enjoy!
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Because he expected it, I mumbled and grumbled while as I shoved the covers to the foot of the bed. He hopped up and finished stripping. My shapeshifter wore a handsome skin for me and displayed a beautiful eight-inch cock to entice me to stimulate his pleasure receptors. Sundown landed beside me, bouncing on the firm mattress.
“You do tire of me. Your penis isn’t hard.”
I guided his hand to the organ in question. It swelled as soon as he touched it. “I’m only pacing myself, darling. Kiss me and see what happens.”
His eyes gleamed with amusement and a moment later his mouth covered mine. I licked his lips and he opened to me. Our arms and legs entangled as I rolled him beneath me and deepened the kiss.
I never knew what course our lovemaking would take until we got there. Today he’d taken me at my word I wanted to feel his lips on me. Sundown trailed kisses down my neck and chest, pausing to suckle at my nips, giving each one just a few seconds and leaving me to hope he’d find his way back and do it again. I reached for my dick and he stopped me, his strong fingers wrapping around my shaft with the perfect amount of pressure to drive me crazy. He stroked me a few times to satisfy my urges before he ran his hands over my backside. With a lazy twist of his lean body, he positioned himself to suck me. The warmth of his mouth surrounded my dick as his tongue teased around the rim. I soared as he licked the underneath of the head. When he slipped a hand between my thighs to caress my sac, I reached for him. To touch him. How could I describe touching the flowing silkiness of his skin? I was addicted to the way my fingertips glided over his body and the way his hands flowed over mine. We sought new ways to touch as we moved against each other, saying little save a whisper or a sigh to let the other know we liked something. When he flipped onto his belly and lifted his ass, I rolled to my knees, grasped his hips, and thrust into him. He warmed around my invading dick.
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MOON DANCES is available at Amber Allure
http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1943-Moon-Dances.aspx
More about Moon Dances:
For Lieutenant Fallon Roxbury, Special Police Consultant, reality has taken on a strange shift. Shapeshifters exist and a clan of them live under his protection. One is his lover, Sundown. Protecting the Chal is a full-time job, a task which would be easier if they weren’t so secretive - and scheming. When Fallon’s police force partner suggests a vacation, Fallon jumps at the chance to take Sundown someplace private. A resort near where he grew up seems like the prefect place for a get-away. Ten days filled with sex, sleep and sun is just what they both need, but more than fun lurks in the woods.
The ancient nemesis of the Chal is still out there and could one day return to earth to enslave both Chal and human alike. Secrets of the Chal past come to light when Fallon’s suppressed memories of his early years resurface. The shapeshifters have always had a plan to defeat their enemy, one with Sundown at its core.
KC Kendricks
http://www.kckendricks.com
Having just completed the 2015 A to Z Blogging Challenge, you'd think I'd need a blogging break. Can't! It's Saturday and that means it's blog hop day. I can't let the My Sexy Saturday compatriots down. It's blog and tweet, babe.
Today it's seven sexy paragraphs from Moon Dances, book IV in the Sundown Saga. Here's a bonus for you - the entire KC catalog is 50% off at Amber Allure through 5/5/15. So scoot on over and get all of the shapeshifter Sundown at half price before it's too late and the regular price comes back.
Enjoy!
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Because he expected it, I mumbled and grumbled while as I shoved the covers to the foot of the bed. He hopped up and finished stripping. My shapeshifter wore a handsome skin for me and displayed a beautiful eight-inch cock to entice me to stimulate his pleasure receptors. Sundown landed beside me, bouncing on the firm mattress.
“You do tire of me. Your penis isn’t hard.”
I guided his hand to the organ in question. It swelled as soon as he touched it. “I’m only pacing myself, darling. Kiss me and see what happens.”
His eyes gleamed with amusement and a moment later his mouth covered mine. I licked his lips and he opened to me. Our arms and legs entangled as I rolled him beneath me and deepened the kiss.
I never knew what course our lovemaking would take until we got there. Today he’d taken me at my word I wanted to feel his lips on me. Sundown trailed kisses down my neck and chest, pausing to suckle at my nips, giving each one just a few seconds and leaving me to hope he’d find his way back and do it again. I reached for my dick and he stopped me, his strong fingers wrapping around my shaft with the perfect amount of pressure to drive me crazy. He stroked me a few times to satisfy my urges before he ran his hands over my backside. With a lazy twist of his lean body, he positioned himself to suck me. The warmth of his mouth surrounded my dick as his tongue teased around the rim. I soared as he licked the underneath of the head. When he slipped a hand between my thighs to caress my sac, I reached for him. To touch him. How could I describe touching the flowing silkiness of his skin? I was addicted to the way my fingertips glided over his body and the way his hands flowed over mine. We sought new ways to touch as we moved against each other, saying little save a whisper or a sigh to let the other know we liked something. When he flipped onto his belly and lifted his ass, I rolled to my knees, grasped his hips, and thrust into him. He warmed around my invading dick.
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MOON DANCES is available at Amber Allure
http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1943-Moon-Dances.aspx
More about Moon Dances:
For Lieutenant Fallon Roxbury, Special Police Consultant, reality has taken on a strange shift. Shapeshifters exist and a clan of them live under his protection. One is his lover, Sundown. Protecting the Chal is a full-time job, a task which would be easier if they weren’t so secretive - and scheming. When Fallon’s police force partner suggests a vacation, Fallon jumps at the chance to take Sundown someplace private. A resort near where he grew up seems like the prefect place for a get-away. Ten days filled with sex, sleep and sun is just what they both need, but more than fun lurks in the woods.
The ancient nemesis of the Chal is still out there and could one day return to earth to enslave both Chal and human alike. Secrets of the Chal past come to light when Fallon’s suppressed memories of his early years resurface. The shapeshifters have always had a plan to defeat their enemy, one with Sundown at its core.
KC Kendricks
http://www.kckendricks.com
April 30, 2015
Z is for Zen
April 30, 2015Day 26The 2015 A to Z Blogging ChallengeMany Sundry Things
We’ve reached the conclusion of the 2015 A to Z Blogging Challenge. Yep, it’s the last day and the letter Z. I want to thank each of you who stopped by either once or twice, or even every day. Between the Keys is my journal, of sorts. It’s a mix of promo and a conscious sharing of my life. It’s both a simple and faceted view of this writer’s world. So on to ZEN.
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Z if for Zen
The Buddhists have a word for the search for insight into self and the expression of those insights in daily life, especially to the benefit of those around us – Zen. The word conjures up images of peaceful gardens with fragrant flowers and gently flowing brooks.
Zen is a concept lately come to the western world. Travel to the Far East contributed to its spread as did its acceptance by a few of the peace, pot and Woodstock poets. Zen has a tenet that says we are all originally enlightened.
Anyone who has peered with love into the eyes of a child can believe that. There is a point in life where a child is the embodiment of Zen. They are only truly aware of who they are. They don’t have the words for it, but you can see it in their eyes. They are beings of internal peace. It’s developing an awareness of the world that makes them forget that, but that’s a blog for another time.
So if as Zen states we all start out in life originally enlightened, does that mean it’s possible to reclaim the enlightenment? Can we, through hard work and steadfast belief, once again become a creature of Zen and peace?
When I was a girl, I had this written on my vanity mirror: “You are yourself and no one else, and within you is a stillness and a sanctuary where you can be yourself.”
That may be as close to Zen as I can get.
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Thank you, each and every one, for traveling the 2015 A to Z Blogging Challenge with me. I hope you'll come back from time-to-time and see what's happening in my world.
KC Kendrickshttp://www.kckendricks.com
April 29, 2015
Y is for Years Passing
April 29, 2015Day 25The 2015 A to Z Blogging ChallengeMany Sundry Things
Y is for Years Passing
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As we reach Day 25 of the A to Z Blogging Challenge I can’t help but realize the reflective nature of some of my posts. It’s only natural as I’m a reflective person. Reflection is a constant in my life because I don’t want to get ahead of myself.
I’ve a birthday coming up. It’s not one of the “milestone” birthdays, but it is significant. On my birthday last year I realized I was inside my five-year window for early retirement. The pension plan I’m in allows for pensions to begin at fifty-nine and a half. So mathematically you understand this birthday will put me into the four-year window of my target date.
For the first time in my life I’m aware of the years of my life passing. I see the changes in the people around me and realize those some of those same changes are happening to me.
I’m not saying I think the changes are a bad thing. They simply are. The years passing have brought me to this point. I’ve worked hard toward a goal, that of full time writer, and only the passing of years can bring that to fruition.
So what if I’ve got a few years under my belt? I can still dance naked in the moonlight on a summer’s night if I so choose. The years haven’t taken that from me. But what they’ve given me is the knowledge to put on mosquito repellant first.
I think it’s an equitable trade.
KC Kendrickshttp://www.kckendricks.com
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Once again this year I have to do a little book promo along the way. You won’t know about my books if I don’t tell you about them, right?
Y is for Your Whisper in the Dark.
Kenzie Zahn is starting over as a single man. Left with few immediate options, he accepts a friend’s invitation to visit and house sit. It’s the perfect opportunity for Kenzie to put a little space between the past and present while figuring out the best path for his future.
Mason Hall enjoys the carefree single life. He works hard, plays a little harder, and doesn’t think much about settling down. The right man will come along – or not – and he’s content to wait. A night out to enjoy a little dancing leads to a hook-up with Kenzie, the kind of man Mason has only ever fantasized about. Mason can’t let him get away. Kenzie’s smitten. Mason is irresistible, but home is a thousand miles away and a long-distance romance isn’t workable. A strange twist of identity brings a linked past to light. Kenzie and Mason are brought to the realization that even when Fate arranges a man’s destiny, he still has to take a leap of faith, or lose out on love.
Your Whisper in the Dark is available at Amber Allure and other fine online booksellers.
April 28, 2015
X is for Xanthippe (or the Ill-tempered Woman)
April 28, 2015Day 24The 2015 A to Z Blogging ChallengeMany Sundry Things
X is for Xanthippe (or the Ill-tempered Woman)
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And so we’ve reached Day 24 of the A to Z Blogging Challenge and the letter X.
This is a joke, right? X? We have to do X? Hell’s bells but X turns me into a Xanthippe. A what? An ill-tempered woman.
With two days to go, the most difficult, most maligned letter shows up. Of course this is annoying. I wonder how many people get to here and give up?
The truth is I work hard not to be a Xanthippe. Being ill-tempered and shrewish is too accepted these days, especially in the writing world. It’s a way of getting attention and upping the number of hits on a blog. But it’s a trap.
There are those who think it’s great fun to be the topic of conversation regardless of what’s being said. It’s my opinion that it’s better to rise above it. Play at being a Xanthippe for too long and you may become one for real.
It’s not a chance I want to take. Xanthippe is not what I want for my legacy or on my tombstone.
KC Kendrickshttp://www.kckendricks.com
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Once again this year I have to do a little book promo along the way. You won’t know about my books if I don’t tell you about them, right?
X is for ….I guess you don’t get a promo today.
April 27, 2015
W is for Working
April 27, 2015Day 23The 2015 A to Z Blogging ChallengeMany Sundry Things
W is for Working
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Work is a four-letter word. I’ve been working for someone else since I was sixteen and while I find it’s not all that difficult to get out of bed and go to work, it’s not always fun. My idea of fun is writing full time. That day is coming but until then I work.
Working outside the home is a good thing on many levels. It gets me out of the house and that is something I’ll have to plan for once I become a full time writer. It keeps me in the middle of people, something else I’ll have to plan in the future. Working in general keeps the mind engaged and sharp whereas as being idle allows everything to atrophy.
I’m enjoying the idea of working for myself. Whether or not it’s actually as sweet as I imagine is yet to be proven. But for now I can envision myself working in the garden in the morning when it’s cooler and working on a story inside on hot afternoons. I'm sure I'll figure it out.
What I can’t imagine is not working at all.
Strange, isn’t it?
KC Kendrickshttp://www.kckendricks.com
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Once again this year I have to do a little book promo along the way. You won’t know about my books if I don’t tell you about them, right?
Bonus blog bit: In a world that preaches tolerance, imagine my surprise at the backlash from people not accepting the choice of the character of Dylan to remain in the closet most of his life. To me this proved a lack of tolerance for individual choice from the very people espousing to those politics. What we really have is conform…or be cast out.
W is for What You Don’t Confess
Bright and beautiful, Cassidy Barlow is one of Marionville’s new breed of movers and shakers. Outspoken on political and social issues, Cass draws a lot of media attention, and knows how to us it. Out and proud, Cass makes no apologies for who he is, or who he wants – and he wants Dylan Donoghy. The only thing is, from where Cass stands, Dylan seems to be involved with two different men.Coming out. The most difficult phrase in Dylan Donoghy’s vocabulary. Handsome, successful, wealthy, he’s made it this far in life with only his closest friends knowing he’s gay. Dylan has a good
reason for that to change – his deepening attraction to Cassidy Barlow. It doesn’t come easy, but Dylan takes a few first steps out of the closet. It’s his only choice if he wants to be with Cass, even though he knows Cass has some secrets of his own.
Every man has a private past, and an unwritten future. What he won’t confess stands between the two.
What You Don’t Confess is available at Amber Allureand other fine online booksellers.
April 25, 2015
A Conversation Between Writers - To bike and to garden
April 26, 2015
We were going biking this morning. Then it was cloudy and we thought we'd better not. Then the sun came out so we said okay let's go. Got the bikes loaded and the sun went away. So we thought maybe we'd better go to the C&O tow path since it's closer. So we got in the pickup and headed down the road. Got about four miles, and raindrops hit the windshield. We turned around and came home. Now the sky is blue and sun is shining but we're not trying it again today.
With any luck I'll get the second chapter of the story finished. Did 500 already so it could actually happen :)~ KC Kendricks
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How energetic of you. I haven’t ridden a bike in a long time. I dealt with a garden today. Got a love/hate going with mine. All the work should have a good pay off, but sometimes is it worth it. The amount of time it sucks up makes me wish I could just lounge on the sidelines and watch someone else pick the weeds. ~ Brenda Williamson
KC Kendricks http://www.kckendricks.com/KCKendricks_bookshelf.html
We were going biking this morning. Then it was cloudy and we thought we'd better not. Then the sun came out so we said okay let's go. Got the bikes loaded and the sun went away. So we thought maybe we'd better go to the C&O tow path since it's closer. So we got in the pickup and headed down the road. Got about four miles, and raindrops hit the windshield. We turned around and came home. Now the sky is blue and sun is shining but we're not trying it again today.
With any luck I'll get the second chapter of the story finished. Did 500 already so it could actually happen :)~ KC Kendricks
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How energetic of you. I haven’t ridden a bike in a long time. I dealt with a garden today. Got a love/hate going with mine. All the work should have a good pay off, but sometimes is it worth it. The amount of time it sucks up makes me wish I could just lounge on the sidelines and watch someone else pick the weeds. ~ Brenda Williamson
KC Kendricks http://www.kckendricks.com/KCKendricks_bookshelf.html
V is for Variety
April 25, 2015Day 22The 2015 A to Z Blogging ChallengeMany Sundry Things
V is for Variety
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Someone once said, and has now been quoted endlessly, that “variety is the spice of life.” That may be true, but sometimes one can have a bit too much spice in the dish and muddle the flavors. Variety, to the writer, can be a double-edged sword.
Most writers excel at a particular type of story but that doesn’t mean they don’t yearn to expand into other genres. As KC Kendricks, I write primarily contemporary gay romance. Yes, I touch the fringes of the paranormal with Sundown and Fallon, but my little bratty shapeshifter lives in modern times. I’ve been very successful in contemporary gay romance, but I’d like a little variety from time-to-time. I’d like to build a world with a honking big, badass spaceship and go fly around the galaxy every now and again. The double-edged sword part of that is would my readers come with me? You know, those readers who only read contemporary gay romance. How would they feel about a little variety?
So that’s a question I ponder. How much variety is just enough? How much variety is too much? One of the accepted rules of writing is if you want to write in a variety of genres, you need more than one pen name. I certainly agree with this if you want to write traditional heterosexual romance, gay romance, and something like inspirational stories.
But what if my romantic leads are two adventurous males roaming the area out around Orion’s belt and firing photon torpedoes at the bad aliens to save the good aliens? It’s still romantic gay fiction, isn’t it?
Variety. Just like readers who enjoy a diverse assortment of stories, perhaps it’s time for the writer to expand her range. It might be a good thing to offer a more varied body of work to readers. I’ll have to think on that.
KC Kendricks http://www.kckendricks.com
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Once again this year I have to do a little book promo along the way. You won’t know about my books if I don’t tell you about them, right? V is for the Victory Collection, available at the Amber Allure imprint of Amber Quill Press.
April 24, 2015
U is for Undeniable Magic
April 24, 2015Day 21The 2015 A to Z Blogging ChallengeMany Sundry Things
U is for Undeniable Magic
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One of my earliest memories is of my mother reading to me. Those stories were Black Beauty, Misty of Chincoteague, and the Lad and Lassie dog stories. The image of her sitting on the edge of my bed reading is very vivid in my mind.
I don’t know how old I was when I suddenly made the connection between the printed words and the stories she told me. All I know for sure is the undeniable fact that, for me, books became magic and have remained so until this day. They will always be magic to me.
The Internet has put the world at our fingertips, but books brought the world to us first. It’s undeniable that Johannes Gutenberg changed the world with his movable type printing press. It’s undeniable the mass produced printed word was a catalyst for societal revolution. It’s also undeniable that the digital book has created new paradigms.
Whether the book is printed on paper, read on a screen, or listened to via a set of earbuds, the undeniable magic of the story is there.
Undeniable magic. I like that.
KC Kendricks http://www.kckendricks.com
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Once again this year I have to do a little book promo along the way. You won’t know about my books if I don’t tell you about them, right?
U is for …Undeniable – Coming soon at Amber Allure.
With a summer storm threatening to ruin his Friday afternoon, Asa Burton packs his briefcase and bolts for home before the driving gets dangerous. On the interstate, stuck behind an accident, he regrets his decision until he sees Ford Weston standing along the side of the road talking to a police officer. Ford Weston can’t believe his luck, bad and good. First his car gets clipped on the tail end of an accident, and than none other than Asa Burton pulls over and offers him a ride home. Coming face-to-face with the biggest regret of his life leaves Ford off-balance. He’d screwed up with Asa all those years ago. It was his fault the relationship ended.
Asa can’t believe he’s found Ford again, so why is he angry with himself? Could it be because Ford walked out on him without a word seventeen years ago and he did nothing to stop him? Asa’s sure of only one thing – Fate just handed him the opportunity to win Ford back – and get some answers.
Undeniable will be available at Amber Allure in May. For an excerpt, visit
http://www.kckendricks.com/Undeniable.html
