Kristine Wyllys's Blog, page 11

Birthday musings and first teasers.

Once upon a time, the thought of turning 25 petrified me, especially the closer that I got to it. There had been magic in my teenage years that bled over into my early twenties. It was hazy and messy and confusing at times, because that time in your life usually is, but it was painted in the hopeful, shiny colors of youth. My future stretched out before me, infinite potential and opportunities just waiting for me to come along and snatch them up and make them mine. I was gonna do things. I wa...

Deadlines and crazy places: a picsplosion of weird.

“When the clock reads 3:00, I don’t call it three o’clock, I call it three hundred, and I remember the Spartans. At 3:01, however, I remember what I was doing at 2:59, and I get back to it.”  - Jarod Kintz

I've learned a lot about writing in general, my writing in particular, and myself in the last couple months since I got The Call from Carina. Things I never previously knew, whether because I wasn't in a situation where I could discover it or because I never stopped and really thought a...

Introverts and M&Ms: late night ramblings.

I'm knee deep in the middle of line edits right now and things are starting to happen over here, things that are both amazing and baffling and I've been coping by drinking far too much caffeine and wine, eating my weight in M&M's and listening to The Lumineers on repeat.

I'm not exaggerating.

And because things are happening and my release date is creeping up on me and everything is crazy and awesome and is this really happening right now, I find myself constantly torn between talking about...

Tales of editing with a headphone thief.

Normally when people ask me, "Oh my Lord, how did you ever manage to write a book while balancing babies on your hip?" I never really know how to respond. I just...did it? There was a rhythm there that I had to find, in between changing diapers and taking my oldest to therapy, but writing is important to me and this was a story I wanted to tell, so I made time for it. Because that's what you do. If something is important to you, you find the time to do it. You give up sleep. You hide in close...

Picsplosions and Color Bombs: The St Louis Color Run.

Want to know how I know this weekend was a success? I have no voice today and my hair still has streaks of color in it.

But we did the St Louis thing and it was a blast. I seriously couldn't have asked for a better time with better company. 









There was laughs and shenanigans and Platform 9 3/4 and hole in the wall sports bars and I walked away with two new friends, new memories with my bestie and, oh yeah, Kyle. Who acts so much like my Betty sometimes that it's scary. It was a blast of a t...

"And now they save the day."

Yesterday started off as completely unremarkable. We woke up, late, because Betty is now working nights and I've been trying to figure out how to live around that, after having our shed broke into a few weeks back, I'm filled with a whole new kind of anxiety being by myself with the boys these days. The boy hadn't been home from school long, and something caught my attention on the TV, where I had it turned to the local news station.

image taken from Mashable
Fuck. Not again.

Why does it seem li...

He's Mine.

BEDA has kinda passed by me without me posting like the whole "Blogging Every Day in April" thing suggests, and same with Autism Awareness Month, but, like last year, I kinda want to get my licks in while I can, so here I am, back, posting about things that might make others uncomfortable.

My boy is five, almost six, so close to six, in fact that it makes me both intensely proud and insanely baffled all at once. When did this happen? How did this happen? Wasn't it just yest...

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to...

Build me a son, O Lord, 
who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face him self when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.


Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be;a son who will know Thee- and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge. 


Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and sp...

Another night spent inside my head.

“Do you think I’ve gone round the bend?”

“I’m afraid so. You’re mad, bonkers, completely off your head. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.”

-Lewis Carroll; Alice in Wonderland.

Who has two thumbs, a synopsis, and a plotted book 2?

This girl.

"If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an...