Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Why do I write?

It wasn’t a conscious decision, but rather a slow realization that came about by luck or chance (or whatever you want to call it).

All my life I can remember telling myself stories in my head, but it took me until I was about twelve to develop a real passion for books. However, once it was unleashed I became a voracious reader. I think I always thought it would be cool to be a writer, but I never really imagined it would be something that I would or could do. So I just read and made up my own stories.

During my early teen years I tried my hand at the dreaded poetry, but I thought it was all awful (and it was) so I gave up.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Wont you join me on this magical mystery tour?

Good day to you, weary internet traveler, I am Kate and I shall be your conductor for this wonderful journey!

What journey is this?‘ you may be asking yourself. Well, this is a journey through the magical (and just a little terrifying) world of….. drum roll please!….. publication!

Now, don’t get out your confetti and party favors just yet. We have a ways to go.  In theory, it’s not that far. Only a few steps, but they are very large steps. Like an Ent step compared to a Hobbit step. Or, for those of you not familiar with Lord of the Rings, a Clydesdale compared to a Chihuahua.

Let’s examine the steps, shall we!? Or at least the steps I do (and the order I do them), which is probably wrong, but I’m the one driving this here mystery machine and if you don’t like it you can get your own. But then it wouldn’t be rainbow colored with plush purple seats and big windows to watch the world go by and an endless supply of cookies and cocktails. So there.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

What do you mean I have to say something?

What if I had stage fright? Bet you wouldn’t be laughing then!

Actually you probably would, because if I did have such a condition I think I would end up rambling about nonsensical things. After awhile I would realize this, stand in embarrassment for a moment, then run off in tears and crack open a bottle of hooch.

So far that’s looking like a plausible outcome. I think there’s some Maker's Mark in the cupboard….