GOODBYE 2017, HELLO 2018

2017 has been quite an interesting year. I have done so much, and there is still so much that I want to learn and do.

I mentioned before how I am an author who suffers from a chronic illness called fibromyalgia. There are so many days that I want to leave the writing behind. The pain sometimes gets so bad, but I have made so many accomplishments this year.

I joined RWA and RWA NYC in January 2017. I was welcomed with open arms by supportive people. Authors and writers at all stages of the game, all simply wanting to share their love of romance by painting their words onto their pages. I have been afforded so many opportunities like the RWA LIRW annual conference which put me in the path of an agent I am interested in. I was one of the attending RWANYC authors at the Brooklyn Book Festival, a festival that I’ve been to many times. I was able to have my first ever romance reading from one of my novellas. And those things were possible simply because I’m a member of RWA, interacting with genuine and helpful people.

From a writing aspect this was more of an experimentation year for me. I wrote stories simply to see if I can do it. I wrote them and learned what I needed to work on, and what is more my niche. I also was able to step outside of my comfort zone. Learning my strengths and the things I need to get better at with my writing as I continue down the author path. I also won a Summer Indie Book Award, getting first place in diversity for my novella CATCH ME IF I FALL. It was an honor and a shock. One that also confirmed that I was on the right path. I hope I can continue to do the same.

On a personal note, I am a mom of three cubs as I call my children, I was able to still get my bachelor’s degree in developmental psychology. My oldest and middle cub both had graduations right after mine, and I was in awe how I was still able to make sure that they were on top of their game when it came to their school work, and still manage to graduate magna cum laude.

I say these things, not to toot my own horn, but more to look back on what I’ve been able to accomplish over the years. I was so stressed about what I had to do, that I had to sit back and really look back on the things I did get done. And while there were many bumps on the road, they still got done.

I have plans for 2018. I am still working out what and when, but I do have plans. I do have goals that I want to achieve that would further my career as an author. I want to try new things with my voice and break molds. I want to be confident in every move I make next, and I am ready.

Nevertheless, she persisted. My motto that I used for 2017, and I tend to use it for 2018 with a slight amendment. Which one? I’m not quite sure yet. But, I am ready and excited for what’s to come next for me.♥


The Importance of Research

After a super successful release day of my latest novella, Second Time’s  A Charm, I started plotting for my next idea turned into story. I decided to go for something that may be harder to write as I personally do not have experience with this. What this means is research.

After I wrote the idea down and the title as that seemed to come right away, I thought how can I tell the story that I want to while keeping the basis of their characters or their journey as realistic as possible.

So I recruited google and acquaintance from high school to get as much information as possible. While I am a POC and a POC writer, I have seen the idea of diversity seems to be on the front of the publishing industry. As a reader I have read so many books, but there were so many I wanted to read that wasn’t available to me. Now, when there are the writers who aren’t a POC and write a story featuring POC , but it is obvious the writer didn’t consult a person who could verify if things are accurate or even more important that what is written does not offend those of color.

With that being said, I have been filling up my phone notepad and writing notebooks with information so that when I start writing, I will have a good story, but also a story that every reader that likes the romance genre can enjoy it.


My Childhood and Holiday Shorts

As  a child growing up, I was fortunate to enjoy many of the things that made my childhood pretty awesome. Being born at the end of the 80’s and growing up in the 90’s, I had great music, television and things that sometimes makes me wish I could relive my childhood.

One of my favorite shows to watch in the 90’s, was the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. Now this may seem strange, and maybe even nerdy to some people, but to me it was everything.

Everyday after school and homework, my twin brother and I would rush home to watch our daily dose of shows. MMPR was one of them. Being a little girl who eventually had tons of celebrity husbands, I had my very first crush. I was five years old and boy did I swoon over the actor Austin St John. Austin played Jason Lee, the very first red ranger and the first leader of the power rangers. I had it bad. I was glued to the tv not only to see him, but to pretend that I was the pink ranger and saving the world.

I am not ashamed to admit that my crush on Austin, became the beginning of all the celebrity husbands that I had, and there have been many. 🙂

I was fortunate to attend a VIP event in NYC last Friday (12/4/2015) and I was able to meet him. After I blushed and gave him a hug. Me and a small group of fans were able to speak with him for about two hours. He was very interesting, humble and down to earth. Even better many of his beliefs like family, faith and becoming a better person everyday were the same as mine.  I was even more ecstatic that I was able to get a picture with him.

Now why does this matter, you may ask? Well, Austin was the inspiration behind my short story Winter’s Gift. A year ago my writing group and I were a part of a fantastic holiday anthology. As many writers that I know, we have various sources of where inspiration come from. When I was thinking about my hero, my mind automatically went to Austin. What better way then to incorporate my very first celeb crush into my first anthology. And my hero Scott was born.

Now this may even seem silly to some, but to me it was everything. Not only did I meet a person I have been wanting to meet since childhood, but I was able to share one of the things that I love (writing) with him .

Until next time

Kay 🙂

Here’s Austin and Me


To the novel that I never finished….

When I decided to take my writing seriously a little more than a year ago, I was far less knowledgeable than I am now.  Let’s not get this wrong because there so much I have to learn. I am learning every day and hopefully my writing is getting better with every day.

I opened my flash drive over the weekend. Sitting in a file were two forgotten stories that I had started but given up. Along the way I was part of three anthologies, one already published and the other two being published this year, but I just couldn’t get back into the groove of writing what was once a great idea in my head.

For one I am far from a plotter. Every time I tried to plot, my story would go completely left and that annoyed the hell out of me. Once the words are flowing I am able to write for a long time and most times the product is not too bad. Of course this is before the editing and feedback from my trusted group of writing friends.

I am on the ending of finishing my Halloween short to send to my editor, and adding my extra scenes to my summer short per editors request. Now, I really wanted to finish the story I started last year. There’s 5,000 words full of promise and I believe would make a good story. My problem is if I find something I don’t like I will completely start from scratch. I have been doing this since last year and I had no progress with those actions.

Now, I am determined to finish this story, and let my words bleed on the page. It most likely will be shit. Yes, shit. But it would be my first completed novel worth of shit that I can fix, edit and make my baby shine.

One of my writer friends shared this quote from Stephen King “; that stopping a piece of work just because it’s hard, either emotionally or imaginatively, is a bad idea. Sometimes you have to go on when you don’t feel like it, and sometimes you’re doing good work when it feels like all you’re managing is to shovel shit from a sitting position.” This is my motto for the next few months. I will continue this novel and I will finish it.

So to that novel that is nestled neatly in my flash drive. It’s me and you baby.  Tears, anger, frustration and all. It’s time to finish you up.