Kelly Young's Blog, page 3
July 12, 2018
Great news
Today, while looking for the link to The Piper Sniper to share with the Wingham radio station 101.7 FM, I realized that the paperback is now available through Amazon.ca!
That is great news!
No longer will people wanting to buy a paperback have to do so through the US site! There will be no need to calculate exchange on the total cost!
I am thrilled.
So I checked further, and all of the other paperbacks are also available through Amazon.ca.
It would have been nice had Amazon let authors know, but I'll take it.
:)
That is great news!
No longer will people wanting to buy a paperback have to do so through the US site! There will be no need to calculate exchange on the total cost!
I am thrilled.
So I checked further, and all of the other paperbacks are also available through Amazon.ca.
It would have been nice had Amazon let authors know, but I'll take it.
:)
January 25, 2018
Moving day
Previously, I pondered the word 'last'. Now my mind turns, full of hope and lacking sleep, to the word 'first'.
After all, we are leaving the first house we ever owned today. And there are so many firsts ahead of us.
Today it will be the first time we have travelled such a distance with cats in the car. Somehow, I expect it will also be the last time.
I wonder what our first night in our new home will be like. Or our first day, week, month and year. When will we meet the neighbours for the first time? What will be our first delivery? (I'm guessing mail.) Which box will we unpack first? (My guess is bedding.)
Which project will we choose to do first to make this new house our own? Which one of us will get injured first (likely me, but then again, there will be tools involved) and who will do the first aid? Hopefully we won't need our first ambulance.
Looking further ahead, how will our first spring, summer or fall go? Who will be our first guest? (I am hoping our son Steve and his girlfriend Jess.) When will I host my first Beta Sigma Phi meeting and how will it go?
When will we welcome our many family members and friends for their first visits? (Not too soon, we have lots of redecorating to do!)
In this house we will have our first furnace, first central air system and first sprinkler system. It will also be our first mail delivery to our door in our adult lives!
We will celebrate our first holidays in the house, starting with Valentine's and circling around to New Year 2019.
There will be so many firsts. And I am excited for each and every one!
So, farewell Kincardine. Chatham, here we come!
At last.
After all, we are leaving the first house we ever owned today. And there are so many firsts ahead of us.
Today it will be the first time we have travelled such a distance with cats in the car. Somehow, I expect it will also be the last time.
I wonder what our first night in our new home will be like. Or our first day, week, month and year. When will we meet the neighbours for the first time? What will be our first delivery? (I'm guessing mail.) Which box will we unpack first? (My guess is bedding.)
Which project will we choose to do first to make this new house our own? Which one of us will get injured first (likely me, but then again, there will be tools involved) and who will do the first aid? Hopefully we won't need our first ambulance.
Looking further ahead, how will our first spring, summer or fall go? Who will be our first guest? (I am hoping our son Steve and his girlfriend Jess.) When will I host my first Beta Sigma Phi meeting and how will it go?
When will we welcome our many family members and friends for their first visits? (Not too soon, we have lots of redecorating to do!)
In this house we will have our first furnace, first central air system and first sprinkler system. It will also be our first mail delivery to our door in our adult lives!
We will celebrate our first holidays in the house, starting with Valentine's and circling around to New Year 2019.
There will be so many firsts. And I am excited for each and every one!
So, farewell Kincardine. Chatham, here we come!
At last.
January 16, 2018
Leaving town
It just hit me. I have never lived anywhere as long as I have lived here.
In fact, I have lived here more than half of my life. It has been almost 33 years since, in the spring of 1985, my husband Jeff and I headed to this tiny town on the shores of Lake Huron so that he could work at the nuclear power plant. He had just graduated from the University of Toronto, and we had been living in married student apartments, one block south of Yonge and Bloor.
When we first arrived in Kincardine to find a place to live, we were walloped with culture shock. "It's a ghost town," I remember saying to him.
"We'll only be here for a few years," he assured both of us.
And here we are, half of our lives spent in the lakeside town. He worked at the plant until he was eligible to retire. I worked quite a few jobs - a KFC cook, a local correspondent for the Owen Sound Sun Times, a freelance journalist, a reporter and photographer for one of the weekly papers, a book store clerk, a Tim Horton's 'barista', an author and finally and most fun of all, a swimming instructor. My volunteer resume reads as equally varied - head of the toy library, baseball convenor, newsletter editor, props manager, producer and actor for the Theatre Guild, town swim team coach, high school swim team coach, every executive position for my Beta Sigma Phi chapter - and those are just the ones that come instantly to mind. I mention these because, as I prepare to leave and retire in a different urban centre, I realize that I have made more connections than I initially thought.
We raised two sons here. They are both on their own now. We built a house and made it our own. It will be a sad day when we leave it. We had a total of 12 cats, although four of them were kittens we handed over to good homes. We now only have two.
We have had good times and hard times. But we came out the other end, together.
I find myself considering the word 'last'. I didn't realize that the last time I swam in the town pool, alone, that it was my last time. I wish I had known I would get so busy I wouldn't be back, and appreciated it more. I also didn't realize the last time I sat on my backyard swing, built lovingly for me by my husband, that I was doing that for the last time. Or swum in the lake. Or hiked on the trails. Or biked on the streets. Or weeded my tiny garden. That makes me melancholy.
So, in the weeks leading up to our move, I am trying to pay more attention to my last times. Unless I return at some point in the future, the things I've been doing will be the last time I will do them. I had my last lunch with my former editor and friend. I had my last get together with my sorority sisters. I attended my last get together with the people I grew to consider my 'pool family'.
I have visited my favourite stores for the last time. Eaten in my favourite restaurants for the last time.
Walked to the mailbox for the last time.
Even as I get misty eyed over my lasts, I am certain the feelings I have for this place will last, however.
I have written a cozy mystery that is a love letter of sorts to this town. It will be followed by others, set in other towns in the area, a testimony to the effect living here has had.
In a week, we move away from here. I will look at our home of 28 years for the last time, drive the roads of the town we called home for almost 33 years for the last time, and I will likely cry.
But then I will look forward to making new memories and making a new place home.
In fact, I have lived here more than half of my life. It has been almost 33 years since, in the spring of 1985, my husband Jeff and I headed to this tiny town on the shores of Lake Huron so that he could work at the nuclear power plant. He had just graduated from the University of Toronto, and we had been living in married student apartments, one block south of Yonge and Bloor.
When we first arrived in Kincardine to find a place to live, we were walloped with culture shock. "It's a ghost town," I remember saying to him.
"We'll only be here for a few years," he assured both of us.
And here we are, half of our lives spent in the lakeside town. He worked at the plant until he was eligible to retire. I worked quite a few jobs - a KFC cook, a local correspondent for the Owen Sound Sun Times, a freelance journalist, a reporter and photographer for one of the weekly papers, a book store clerk, a Tim Horton's 'barista', an author and finally and most fun of all, a swimming instructor. My volunteer resume reads as equally varied - head of the toy library, baseball convenor, newsletter editor, props manager, producer and actor for the Theatre Guild, town swim team coach, high school swim team coach, every executive position for my Beta Sigma Phi chapter - and those are just the ones that come instantly to mind. I mention these because, as I prepare to leave and retire in a different urban centre, I realize that I have made more connections than I initially thought.
We raised two sons here. They are both on their own now. We built a house and made it our own. It will be a sad day when we leave it. We had a total of 12 cats, although four of them were kittens we handed over to good homes. We now only have two.
We have had good times and hard times. But we came out the other end, together.
I find myself considering the word 'last'. I didn't realize that the last time I swam in the town pool, alone, that it was my last time. I wish I had known I would get so busy I wouldn't be back, and appreciated it more. I also didn't realize the last time I sat on my backyard swing, built lovingly for me by my husband, that I was doing that for the last time. Or swum in the lake. Or hiked on the trails. Or biked on the streets. Or weeded my tiny garden. That makes me melancholy.
So, in the weeks leading up to our move, I am trying to pay more attention to my last times. Unless I return at some point in the future, the things I've been doing will be the last time I will do them. I had my last lunch with my former editor and friend. I had my last get together with my sorority sisters. I attended my last get together with the people I grew to consider my 'pool family'.
I have visited my favourite stores for the last time. Eaten in my favourite restaurants for the last time.
Walked to the mailbox for the last time.
Even as I get misty eyed over my lasts, I am certain the feelings I have for this place will last, however.
I have written a cozy mystery that is a love letter of sorts to this town. It will be followed by others, set in other towns in the area, a testimony to the effect living here has had.
In a week, we move away from here. I will look at our home of 28 years for the last time, drive the roads of the town we called home for almost 33 years for the last time, and I will likely cry.
But then I will look forward to making new memories and making a new place home.
February 26, 2017
Flurries Ending Review Contest
Win an autographed Flurries Ending magnet! All you have to do is post a review at Amazon (.com, .ca or any other version), Goodreads or any other book site. Send me the link to your review and your contact information by posting it here or e-mailing kyoung.author@gmail.com, and you are entered! Five magnets available to be won! So get reading and let the world know what you thought! The book is available in e-book or paperback, you choose!
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September 16, 2016
New speculative e-book
Trumping the StatesMy new speculative fiction e-book, Trumping the States, is coming out on Sept. 20, 2016! You can pre-order it now!
In a nutshell, Luke has a high school history project to complete and seeks his grandmother's help. This is her story of what exactly happened in Canada leading up to and following Donald Trump's successful bid to become President of the United States.
Full of twists and turns and lots of conspiracy theories, Grandma Kim's story gives lots of fuel for Luke's project.
To paraphrase Grandma, I don't WANT Trump to win, I just THINK he will win. Here's my take on Canada's reaction.
In a nutshell, Luke has a high school history project to complete and seeks his grandmother's help. This is her story of what exactly happened in Canada leading up to and following Donald Trump's successful bid to become President of the United States.
Full of twists and turns and lots of conspiracy theories, Grandma Kim's story gives lots of fuel for Luke's project.
To paraphrase Grandma, I don't WANT Trump to win, I just THINK he will win. Here's my take on Canada's reaction.
February 6, 2016
Once again, NOT that Kelly Young
Once again, the other Kelly Young's books are appearing with mine. I did not write Escape To Vegas. I just wanted to make that clear.
April 2, 2015
I love discovering new series!
I have recently discovered the Deadwood series by Ann Charles - what a witty, well written mystery series with a ghostly twist. I have laughed out loud and lost a lot of sleep staying up late reading!
I highly recommend her books to one and all!Ann Charles
I highly recommend her books to one and all!Ann Charles
March 30, 2015
I'm not THAT Kelly Young
While I have heard that the writer of erotic fiction of the same name is quite good, I am neither her nor have I read her work.
I did have someone contact me asking if she could have the other Kelly's work for free, as she was a fan and in dire straights. I was sorry to tell her she had the wrong writer.
But feel free, if you come across my work when searching hers, to try out my first full length novel, Flurries Ending. I hope you like it!
I did have someone contact me asking if she could have the other Kelly's work for free, as she was a fan and in dire straights. I was sorry to tell her she had the wrong writer.
But feel free, if you come across my work when searching hers, to try out my first full length novel, Flurries Ending. I hope you like it!
