Karilyn Bentley's Blog, page 39

Sylvia McDaniel asks: Is Love only for Virgins?

I’m hard at work finishing up my new Christmas novella. This one is a little different. I went back to my best-selling western series, The Burnett Brides that I had written years ago. The series, set in the old west, is about a mother who has three very stubborn sons who have not gotten married. She wants grandchildren, and they’re not even married. So she pulls some tricks and by the time the third son is married, the children wanted to return the favor of finding her true love. I never wrote that book until now.
Eugenia Burnett (be careful what names you choose in books because they stay around a long time) has sworn never to remarry. She doesn’t need a husband or want one. She’s a free spirit doing what she pleases and doesn’t need a man to boss her around. Yet she’s not given up her matchmaking ways either. Now she’s moved on to the people she knows, and she’s putting widows and widowers together. Until one widower, Wyatt Jones (think John Wayne meets Maureen O’Hara) lets her know in front of a crowded restaurant that he’s not interested in any of the women she keeps sending him except her. He wants to marry her.
I’ve had a lot of fun with this book. The story just seemed to write itself with me hanging on for the ride. I love it when books are this easy to write. But this book is special because it’s about an “Older” heroine.
As a writer, I get tired of writing virgins and also very young women. There’s nothing wrong with writing young heroines, but as a writer I want to explore other times in life. We’re not young forever and what happens when people find love at a different age. As a reader I long for older heroines who find love a second time.
Our population is aging. The baby boomers are retiring more and more each year. Don’t you think they’ll want to read older heroines? No, they probably can’t be kick-ass, though that would be a fun challenge to write, but why can’t they fall in love again? Middle-aged heroines who give love a second chance.
So this year, I’m putting out a Christmas novella that has Eugenia’s story. It could be a flop, but I’m hoping that enough baby boomers will enjoy reading her story and ask for more older heroines who find love.  I’m also hoping that readers who loved this series, will enjoy seeing Eugenia find love and her sons get their revenge. Look for the preorders to start sometime this month. The title is The Christmas Bride.
Would you read a book about a middle-aged heroine finding love again? I hope so. Leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of the new book when it's released November 1. 
The Burnett Brides series is available on Amazon http://amzn.to/13JIsew or the first in the series is free at http://amzn.to/13JJXJP

BLOGGING: IS IT ON LIFE SUPPORT? By Kathy Ivan

I keep hearing blogging is dead. Can this be true? I read as many blogs as I used to, I just don't have the time. I rarely have time to write a comment, either. The number of blogs I read has gotten smaller, but I still read some. Especially ones by people who post things I enjoy reading about.
VARIETY: I like a variety of topics when I'm blog hopping. Yes, I want to know about your new book when you have a new release. But don't overdo it. Share it at couple of places, and I'll check it out. But not 20 or 30 or 40. There's only so much information I want to know about your book. If you give away too much, then what's the point of reading the story? I'll know most of it from seeing so many blog posts.
ENTERTAIN ME: I like to be entertained. If you tell me a little bit about yourself or something that you’ve been participating in, or someplace you've visited, chances are good I'll hop over to your blog and check it out. Tell me about your dog or your cat. Tell me about your closet full of handbags (Vicki). Give me a reason to keep coming back to your blog.

PICTURES: Definitely put up pictures on your blog. Break up all the paragraph after paragraph with pictures pertaining to your subject matter. If you've been on a trip, stick a couple of photos up. It makes what you've said come alive visually. After all, don't they say a picture is worth a thousand words?
BREVITY: And for goodness sake, don't be longwinded. Brief and to the point is more entertaining and likely to get people to show up than long paragraphs droning on and on, beating a subject to death. Keep it short and sweet (KISS). Yep, I know KISS stands for another saying we writers use, but that's the lovely thin about words, they can have multiple meanings.

No, I don't think blogs are dead. Just take a look at the Plotting Princesses. We are alive and kicking and continuing to grow. So I'm going to take my own advice now and shut up. 

Kathy Ivan is a writer of romantic suspense with paranormal elements and contemporary paranormal romance. Her latest release, Losing Cassie, just released and is available in e-book and paperback. She is also a participating author in a 9-author box set (for $0.99) releasing on September 1st. She's currently busy working on her latest, a romantic suspense, plotting ways to get away with murder.

The Plotting Princesses Welcome Jerrie Alexander!!Welcom...

The Plotting Princesses Welcome Jerrie Alexander!!
Welcome Jerrie Alexander to The Plotting Princesses! I already know Jerrie is an amazing writer. Being my critique partner, I get to read every word she writes. I wanted to know more about her than I could find in the pages of her dark, gritty romantic suspense books (which have kept me up late way too many times because she keeps me on the edge of my seat). She was gracious enough to answer my questions and share a bit about her new release with us.


Q - If you could be one of the Greek Goddesses, which one would you be?


[image error] A - Aphrodite, Goddess of love, beauty, desire, and pleasure! She immediately popped into my head. My only issue with her is she's usually depicted naked, and I'm not brazen enough to bare all. But if I'm the Goddess, I can change the rules. Right?
Q - What is your favorite quote? 
A - That's a tough one because there are so many. But one I really like:  “Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.” -Mahatma Gandi
[image error] Q - If you were a superhero, what would your super power be?
A - I'd like the power to alter people's minds. Mean and cruel people could be altered and their minds channeled to do good. Okay...that's too mushy! Maybe I'd be better off with the power to travel back and forth through time. Then I could covertly prevent some of the disasters that have happened.
Q - What’s the best piece of advice anyone’s ever given you?
A - Never give up. It's old but true.
Q - Skittles or Hershey’s Kisses? 
A - Seriously? There's only one possible answer to your question. :) Hershey's Kisses. [image error]
Bonus question:
Q - As the official taste tester of Bread Pudding, who has the best?
A - We went to New Orleans on vacation a few years back. My mission was to eat bread pudding at every stop we made even if I had to get it to go and eat it later. Mr. B's Bistro in the French Quarter was my favorite. Even though I don't put raisins in my bread pudding, I loved them in this desert!  
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Blurb:
A woman in trouble. A man she loves but can't trust. When ex-SEAL Nate Wolfe learns a woman from his past is in danger, nothing will stop him from protecting her. Not even her.
Dallas Child Protection Services Investigator Kay Taylor doesn't want or need Nate in her life. But he doesn't seem to understand the word no. He seems to also have forgotten the brand he left on her heart.
When Kay is taken and sold to a monster, the devil himself couldn't stop Nate from doing whatever it takes to find her...but will he be in time?  

Excerpt:
A chill slammed into her. Again, somebody’s eyes on her sent a shiver up her arms. She whirled. A black Harley was parked down the block. She paused at the rear of the car and stared at the rider. Odd that he’d parked away from the funeral crowd and sat there watching. Damn, the black visor didn’t stop the burn as his gaze bore down on her. Her breath caught. Was this the man who’d saved her? Wearing a black leather jacket and matching helmet, the man sat motionless. She started toward him, and the rider stepped off the bike. If this was her ninja, she’d demand answers after she thanked him. He turned his back to her and then removed the helmet. His fingers wound through shoulder-length black hair, tying the strands together with a piece of leather. There was something vaguely familiar about him. His movements. His shoulders. His hands. He turned to face her, and her heart rate raced toward the ozone. “Hello, Kaycie.” Ten years of missing Nate Wolfe boiled over. He was here. Really here. She sprang into his arms, clutched his broad shoulders and leaned into his hard-as-a-rock chest. God, his scent, a mixture of leather, woodsy cologne and virile man washed over her. Damn. Her body betrayed her by melting into him. “Nate,” she whispered into his neck. “You saved me.” Her flesh heated when his large hands flexed against the small of her back and drew her closer. “Come hell or high water,” he whispered, his warm breath sending heat streaks across her skin. A split-second passed before memories of his lying tongue using that same phrase so many years ago hit her. A volcano of heartbreak erupted and spewed forth.  “Don’t touch me,” she spit the words at him while scrambling out of reach. “And don’t you dare say that to me. Ever.” “You hugged me.” His eyes went wide and he held his hands up in surrender. Damn him and his Cheshire cat grin. Kay plowed her right fist into his jaw. God, pain shot up her arm. His head barely moved. Still, she relished the snap of his teeth. Obviously, she didn’t hit him hard enough. He rubbed his scruffy jaw while that sexy little smile inched right back up his cheeks. “Why are you following me?” Her knuckles hurt like hell, but he’d never know. “What?” He held his hands in front of him, palms up. “No good to see you, Nate? No how you been? No nothing.” “I’ll try this again, slower. Why. Are. You. Fol—” “We need to talk.” The fun left his gaze. The sparkle dimmed to seriousness. She stepped further away and sent him a glare designed to blister his flesh from head to toe. Unaffected, he picked up the cell phone earpiece she’d knocked off and reattached it to his ear while never taking his navy blue eyes off her. “No, we don’t. Thank you for saving my life. Now do what you do best. Go away.” She spun on her heel. Rubbing her now swelling hand, Kay stalked straight to her waiting friend. “You okay?” Holly asked over the top of the car before she slid behind the wheel. “If I didn’t break my fist on his cement jaw, I will be.” Kay stabbed her seatbelt a second time before fastening it properly. She cursed the tears welling. Cursed the feel his warm body imprinted on her breasts. Cursed the memories that sent her heart spinning. Holly dropped her .380 in her purse. “Did you take that in church this morning?” “Yep. God knows I carry. And the law gave me a permit. Glad I had it, because I didn’t know what the hell was going down when you hit him. Who was the hunk?” “Nate Wolfe.” “Holy shit. The guy from college?” “The same. He’s been watching me. I’m sure of it.” “I should’ve shot him.” Holly punched the gas pedal, ignoring the speed bumps. “Thanks for having my back. And for getting the concealed carry license.” “I’m never without protection. Or a gun.” Holly chuckled at her own joke. “Where to?”


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Back to School Time!

I'm getting excited about fall approaching! How about you? We've had unseasonably mild temps in Texas for August and it has all of us aching with Autumn Fever! Who doesn't love crisp leaves, autumn fires, slow crock pot meals and football on Sundays?

With fall comes back to school for all the kids and I'm really excited this year because I've just released my anti-bully kid series for ages K-5! The first book released over the summer and the 2nd book will hit shelves this Christmas! Just like drug prevention, I believe we have to start at a very young age when teaching our kids. With teen suicides on the rise because of school bullying, this topic has reached an all time high so when a very talented artist, Alicia C. Mattern sent me drawings of her cute school aged zombie characters, I just knew I had to write the stories and join this fantastic journey to fight bullies worldwide!

Here's a blurb for Book I: Join the Zombie Squirts on their first day back at school where they reunite with Mr. Green, the crossing guard and Mr. Snell, their funny teacher who wears erasers in his ears and sings Monster Mash! Meet exchange student, Annie from Jamaica. When Annie is teased by the school yard bullies, the Zombie Squirts are quick to stick up for their new friend and teach the other kids why being Different is Cool!

Annie has a few surprises of her own and a lesson to teach Rudy Rotten and the other bullies! It's a creepy 'n cool first day at school you'll want to read over and over! Don't forget to look for Captain Crawly, the Pirate Spider who hides throughout the book! Team up with your friends to find his hiding places!

The ebook is on sale for only $1.99 through Halloween! You can find the buy links for Kindle, Nook, Kobo, Print versions and the high quality PDF for your computer HERE!

What started out as a simple anti-bullying book has grown by leaps and bounds. We now have an anti-bully kit for classrooms that goes along with the book with posters and banners to spread the word! And a percentage of our proceeds goes to benefit Project Anti-Bully, a fantastic anti-bully group, run by kids! We even have a sponsor to help get the message out! Our Zombie Squirts will be on their spaghetti sauce labels this fall! A portion of proceeds benefits Project Anti-Bully!

We decided to take our anti-bully message to the air waves! On August 8, 2013, we launched BULLY SURVIVAL 101 RADIO! We've had only 2 shows and already, over 1,000 people have listened to our show! We feature bully victims, former bullies, anti-bully groups, anti-bully musicians and educators! Join us tonight from 8 to 9 pm CST with special guest, Bud Collier of I'mBullyFree.org who will give out tips to bully victims. We'll also talk to actress, Victoria Lee Williams who will tell us about her therapy kitty, Tennessee! Did you catch her kitty's name with her last name? Tennessee Williams? I love it!!! (Tennessee as a kitten.)

You can listen live and login to chat! All our episodes are recorded and available 24/7 to listen to on Demand! Click HERE to go to Bully Survival 101 Radio!

My little ones are starting school next Monday! Happy Back to School to all the kids out there and to all the great Moms who are thanking the Man Upstairs for the end of summer! I know a lot of my writer friends can actually write now!

Alisha
One genre bending fool writing under three pen names...Alisha Paige, Ruby Vines and Wolfgang Pie!

NEW RELEASE!!! NEW RELEASE!!!! NEW RELEASE!!!Prince...

NEW RELEASE!!! NEW RELEASE!!!! NEW RELEASE!!!

Princess Kathy here letting everybody know that my latest book, Losing Cassie, is available now. Here's the back cover copy and an excerpt to tempt you.

Welcome to Destiny's Desire Lodge, where The Fates can manipulate the threads of life at their whim and the Fate-Keeper battles to unite the predestined souls of true love.

Firefighter Jake Stone lost the love of his life when his high school sweetheart disappeared. The arrival of a mysterious letter promising answers draws Jake to Destiny's Desire.

Cassie Daniels has been running for seven long years. At Destiny's Desire she might finally have a chance for a happy future, if she can face the evil from her past.


When Fate and Destiny Collide . . . Can Love Survive?

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Amazon paperback version:

SMASHWORDS

Below is an excerpt from Losing Cassie.

EXCERPT FROM LOSING CASSIE by Kathy Ivan

Why had Chase sent that letter?

Jake could go for days at a time now without thinking about Cassandra and everything he'd lost when she disappeared. Seven years and everything still felt the same. The same loneliness, the overwhelming knowledge some important piece of his soul was missing. Why did the mention of her name bring everything pouring back, pulling the scab off a never healing wound?

Glancing around, he surveyed the destruction he'd wrought throughout the master bathroom suite. Bathtub smashed. Walls ripped completely back to the studs. The double sinks and vanity lay in pieces amidst the carnage. The only thing unbroken was the huge mirror that used to hang above the sinks. Still whole and unscratched, Jake's image stared back at him, mocking the calm façade reflected back at him.

Disgusted, he moved the mirror outside the bathroom door, leaned it against an intact wall, went back and packed away all his tools, shut off the lights, and locked the house up tight.

Anxious to get home, he drove the short distance back to his condo in Denver, grabbed a shower and made a couple of calls. He knew Ryan would cover his shifts, his buddy still owed him from Christmas.

Jake couldn't think of one good reason, at least a valid one, but his decision was made.

Watch out Quinton Chase. I'm tired of being your frigging puppet. Think you can pull my strings, mention Cassie's name and I'll come running? You better have a hell of a good explanation for resurrecting her memory after all these years.

Destiny's Desire Lodge, here I come.

Michelle Miles: One from the Archives

I've been super busy so here is a blog post today from my archives. Enjoy!

Have Whip Will Banish

I bet you thought this was going to be about something kinky, didn’t you? That’s why you clicked on it. You dirty-minded thing, you. ;) 

Actually, today I’m writing about those ugly Doubt Demons. You know the ones. All writers suffer from them, whether we’re published or unpublished. (By the way, I wish I could take credit for the title of this post but it came from the most awesome Misty Evans.)

Mine looks like a big, hairy beast that stands six feet tall with a lot of sharp pointy teeth, horns coming out of his forehead, and an upturned nose. He’s ugly. Definitely ugly. And he smells like rotten eggs and sour milk. He stands behind me, drooling, telling me what an awful writer I am, how I’ll never be published again and that I should just give up because I’ll never be good enough or smart enough. He’s nasty and he snarls a lot.

“But I am smart enough,” I tell him.

And he laughs this ugly, guttural laugh and drools on my shoulder. It’s slimy and gross. I cringe.

“I am good enough!” I affirm.

He laughs again. “No, you’re not. You know that rejection you got the other day from your dream publisher? That’s what you’ll be getting from now on. You suck.”

Can you believe this guy?

This is when I turn around and give him a hard shove toward the door. I get my whip out and crack it over his head. I even kick him in the butt just to make my point. “Get out! Get out! Get out!”

Doubt Demons can destroy a writer. They do nothing good for us. They tear us down, tell us we suck, tell us we’re never going to be published, etc. You know the routine. So what do you do to combat them?

I have a few suggestions.

1. Get a whip. Whip it. And whip it good. Use it to get rid of those Doubt Demons before they eat away at your self-confidence. Imagine yourself, if you will, standing with your whip, your hat, and your gun. Only use the gun as a last resort. When that Doubt Demon advances on you, use the whip to scare him away. But be careful not to hurt yourself in the process.

2. Get a support group. Writers need other writers who understand the madness. Your loved ones can only help you so much. Try as they might, they don’t “get it” and that’s not their fault. They’re the non-writers in our lives (which we also need). When you start feeling those Doubt Demons hanging over your shoulder, grab your nearest writer pal and talk it out. You’ll find that your DDs start to dwindle away.

3. Get a drink. I don’t know about you, but martinis always help banish the demons for me. ;)

4. Have a piece of chocolate. The doctors say it’s good for you, so you may as well. One piece won’t hurt.

5. Use that gun. When all else fails, get out the gun. Point it at the Doubt Demon, tell him to get out OR ELSE.

Okay most of these are silly suggestions but I think you get my point. There is no reason to feel like this because YOU, my friend, are a great writer and you WILL succeed and continue to succeed. The only person standing in your way is YOU. You can get out of your own way, write those words every single day. Even if they’re not the greatest words, you ARE writing and that’s what counts. Don’t listen to the voice in your head that says you suck. Instead, listen to the voice in your head that says it’s okay to suck. You can fix suckage. You can’t fix nothing.

Now go take on the page!

@VickiBatman : Ponders You Made This, crafty girl?

You made this?

I like to do needlepoint. I'm not the world's best. I've seen those intimidating grand prize winners at the State Fair. The crafters do the fanciest stitches in the tiniest silk threads on intricate canvases.

I'm more a paint by numbers kind of person.
I find a painted canvas and match the colors in the project to the cotton floss found at the local craft stores. I'd tried wool and bits of fiber found my eyes and nose. A huge sneezing, itchy fit followed.  
Floss is affordable; so I splurge on the fabrication. When my creation is finished, I head to the nearest needlepoint store to make a pillow, handbag, stocking. I'm always a little nervous the clerks will snicker about my project, but they never do. They always, always say the nicest things. And when I pick up the finished product, I'm totally amazed. They make my work look even better.
But the paint by number thingy, Vicki? Surely, someone as creative like you can do more?   Nah, I'm totally happy. The colors come alive. And the best benefit--I can ponder about other things, like my latest writing project. Or watch TV with Handsome. I really believe my brain is quieted and rejuvenated through needlepoint, through the simplicity of the basic stitch and its repetitiveness.

 So what hobbies help you rejuvenate?
 
Vicki Batman is also rejuvenated with her favorite beverage, diet Coke, 'cause champagne cocktails, her true favorite, would make her too woozy. Find Vicki at: http://plottingprincesses.blogspot.com Or at: http://vickibatman.blogspot.com/ . Here's her link to Pinterest to find other crafty items: http://pinterest.com/vickibatman/my-needlepoint/

#PlottingPrincesses welcome @GeriFoster on Conference fun!!

Geri Foster is the PP gals guest today. She's a fabulous romantic suspense writer and here's a chance to get to know her better. Welcome, Geri!!  Conference Fun!!
This year I went to the Romantic Times Conference and RomCon for the sole purpose of meeting and engaging with readers of Romance. I had a wonderful time and met many delightful people while at these two conferences. I also had the privilege to meet several of my favorite writers and became a fan to some I’d never read before.
The whole experience was career changing. I returned home determined to write more stories, have deeper plots and develop compelling characters if it killed me. I wanted to be better for those wonderful readers I’d met, and I wanted to be equal to the outstanding writers I’d came in contact with. That’s true inspiration.

As writers we’re often alone in a dark room in the middle of the night pounding on our computers. We rarely see the end result of our hard work except when we receive payment for books bought. That’s a very cold way of doing business. Yet we don’t own shops where customers come in and browse and we get to know them in the process. With no face to face contact we have no idea what a reader really wants from a writer.  We only have a paycheck and reviews to gauge our success. With only a few tools to work with, we write hoping our readers will like what we’ve spent months writing. If they do, and they let us know, we’re thrilled. If they aren’t happy with our story, we languish for days on how to get better at our craft.


I think the way to write the stories readers will love is to love what you write.  
I pour my heart and soul into my stories. I don’t hold anything back for the next story. The book I’m working on is where all my love, energy, and brain power goes. I dig deep to find everything there is to know about my characters. I push to make my stories as exciting and emotional as possible. When I write the end… it truly is the end for me. I’m exhausted and thrilled, but I also know I gave that book every ounce of blood I had in my body.
Do I love it? You bet I do. It’s the reason I get up every day and come to this computer and work long hours for my readers. I want them to know when they pick up one of my books they’re in for a memorable experience.
Write On!
Geri Foster always loves to hear from her readers and other writers. You may contact her at the links below.
www.gerifoster.com
Gerilfoster1@facebook.com
Gerifoster@twitter.com
  

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Childish Writing by Karilyn Bentley

I'm sure you've read interviews with authors that when asked how long they've been writing they reply since childhood. That's the case with me. One of my first stories was similar to Nancy Drew, a mystery where the sleuth found a key trapped in tree roots from a century before that unlocked some chest holding some treasure. I'm not sure what ever happened to that story, perhaps Mom has it hidden in her closet. <g>  But I did find another story I wrote in sixth grade and thought it might be fun to post parts of it here. Hopefully my writing has improved since then. <g>

This is the story of my childhood dog that I wrote for an English writing assignment. And as you can see in the pix above, I typed it on our ancient typewriter (that's me on the couch and my bro smiling for the camera while Mom pets Tasha). My teacher liked it so much she let the principal read it. His comment was: "Sprightly is a word that I think I have never used ('til now). I can think of no other which so fittingly describes this." The teacher said she loved the humor. After reading it now, I cringe at all the exclamation points. Yikes. Anyway, here goes the condensed version with all the exclamation points left in (get ready to cringe):

Hi! My name is Natasha Golden Amber, but they call me Tasha for short. I heard that you wanted my life story. Did you? I'm glad to hear that! I'll tell you all about me!

I was born January 24, 1980. I lived with my mother, my brothers and my sisters. My brothers, my sisters and I would play chase with our tails. It was great fun!

Now, do you know what my mother's master did? She put an add in the newspaper for us. She said that we were purebreed. One day this lady came in. She wanted a puppy. Wouldn't you know. this is a tough question... guess who she picked? Can't guess? I'll tell you. She picked me! She picked me up and paid my mother's master. Then she went out to her car and put me in the front seat next to her! Then she drove to her husband's work. She picked me up and took me inside. There were three people there. They each petted me. After that we got back in the car. I got carsick even when she held me in her lap. After a while we came to her house. About three o'clock she came home with two children. The lady, whose name was Sherry, said, "What do you want to name her?"
The girl said, "How about Natasha?"
Now do you know where they took me? They took me to the vet! UGH! He gave me at least twenty shots. That's about all I can remember about my early childhood, so I'll go on to when I was six months old. 

One day Sherry took me to Obedience School. I was the clown of the class. Sherry said I was extremely smart for a six month old Golden Retriever puppy. Sherry would tell me to sit and stay. So I stayed in a sitting position. Oh, look at that good piece of paper. Mmmmm, it looks so good. I think that I'll get it. Uh-oh! I'm supposed to stay in a sitting position. I've got an idea. I'll just "Scoot" over there in a sitting position, and get that good piece of paper. Hey! Why is everyone laughing at me? Oh, look at the instructor! She has turned around and is laughing! Oh no! Here comes Sherry. Hey! Give me back that piece of paper. That's mine! Rats! She won't give it back. She told me to sit again. So, since I wanted to please her, I did.

There's that good piece of paper. I think I'll get it again. Now, look at the instructor. She is dying laughing! Hey, Sherry! This time you're not going to get my paper. I'm going to shut my mouth. Ha! Ha! I see you're having trouble getting that paper out of my mouth... oh, Sherry, you're blue with laughter! UH-OH! You got it out. Hey! Don't scold me. I'm being good!

"Get your dogs lined up to jump the fence," the instructor said. "Okay, Tasha," said Sherry, "It's our turn to jump." Here I go. I'm running really fast. Oh, look at my master. She jumped that fence soooo good! Now, look at the people. They are laughing again. I love publicity. Oh, I really should enter Sherry in Master Jumping Class. She is so good. Hey! Don't pull me over that fence! You never listen to me!

Now, I'm sure that you're wondering how I got this typed and got the pictures, which are on the next few pages. So I'll tell you. I asked a friend of mine, who is a good secretary to type this story for me. Then I found these pictures on the desk and put them in the back for you to see. I hope you enjoyed my autobiography!!!

Anyway, it's Karilyn again. Hope you enjoyed my childish writing. <g> Has anyone else found writing from their childhood? If so, how badly did you cringe when you read it?


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