tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859186241027803542024-02-06T20:25:02.020-08:00The road to being an Erotic Romance Writer, Kira KellieI have made a personnel commitment to get published this year. To write something everyday. I have been been broken down on the side of the road for years. So it is time to get on that highway.Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-60334541624962788232010-04-13T19:54:00.000-07:002010-04-13T19:54:48.137-07:00No Idea what to do?Several issues.<br />
Time to be an adult and make a decision.<br />
I have no idea what to do.<br />
Like, do I stay or go?<br />
Like, do I go back to school?<br />
Like, So many things.<br />
I hate being an adult.Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-92617170292923672010-04-09T09:26:00.000-07:002010-04-09T09:26:38.877-07:00GoalsI'm setting new goals. Daily, Weekly and Monthly goals I will strive to reach. I will be tracking my word count and page count, posting updates and keeping a schedule of writing time. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwk_mxxPkDa7PGMJCZ7znALj4D-C9KXzRrU2GcGgAh8c4lXimM49Z7QIUyzFzcfYoQiHdyTCaOMwLYnwvFUdz0tq0Pcw_xX2uy9rRsHcbZvEkYdJq8vGnTDB7h5YTlARAbt15VbHpv1C4/s1600/typwritere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwk_mxxPkDa7PGMJCZ7znALj4D-C9KXzRrU2GcGgAh8c4lXimM49Z7QIUyzFzcfYoQiHdyTCaOMwLYnwvFUdz0tq0Pcw_xX2uy9rRsHcbZvEkYdJq8vGnTDB7h5YTlARAbt15VbHpv1C4/s320/typwritere.jpg" /></a></div>So I guess you could say I am back at it after a six month break. Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-20687470968640840412010-04-09T09:19:00.000-07:002010-04-09T09:19:35.666-07:00Back in the saddleIt's time.<br />
It's time to go back.<br />
It's time to go back to work.<br />
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My first thought was my dad. Here was my response:<br />
I think you can tell an alpha male by may ways. He's the silent type, when he speaks people listen. He's not a blow hard, louder doesn't mean right. When I think of an alpha male I think of my father. Watching him sit in a conference room full of people, at the head of the table, leaning back in his chair just listening. People around him giving opinions, he just takes in. But when he opened his mouth, everyone shut his or hers. Another key is adaptabiltiy; he can take his suit jacket of, roll up his sleeves and get his hands dirty.<br />
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Kira<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2erodguhUsBOuLPZmuPIWtOeqLx1AiKpFF2Q_WMnwjC_asrwufvC98DaaLsrhVK9bd96Tm6rSerOrMR_uijBxZYkhfmA112A0WdBZNllnd23fL57eamE3jtaOP_Pf7afQF7H1Doa4Zc/s1600-h/mikerowe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW2erodguhUsBOuLPZmuPIWtOeqLx1AiKpFF2Q_WMnwjC_asrwufvC98DaaLsrhVK9bd96Tm6rSerOrMR_uijBxZYkhfmA112A0WdBZNllnd23fL57eamE3jtaOP_Pf7afQF7H1Doa4Zc/s320/mikerowe.jpg" /></a></div>Another Alpha male I can think of is Mike Rowe of Dirty Jobs on the Discovery Channel. A man who can make a fool of himself and laugh about it, that's an alpha male. He can do or will try almost anything.Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-18945184162359571432010-02-03T18:22:00.000-08:002010-02-03T18:22:11.008-08:00The Craft<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJ-rgAKwriW_8Jw3jSC70NIRJZk-0-h5Kqoa9-QDOD9W1_L8UuhEw6pLA4RE80t030CzeSJj0AXtPHR3lCclL2E6jLSYhqZHsaVvzoWUfPdlzHFqyZhrXYcanLRgJD-xS8mBWsQU9eo8/s1600-h/images2.nypl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWJ-rgAKwriW_8Jw3jSC70NIRJZk-0-h5Kqoa9-QDOD9W1_L8UuhEw6pLA4RE80t030CzeSJj0AXtPHR3lCclL2E6jLSYhqZHsaVvzoWUfPdlzHFqyZhrXYcanLRgJD-xS8mBWsQU9eo8/s320/images2.nypl.jpg" /></a></div>Learning the craft. I am getting back into the game by taking classes on craft. This month it's Plotting via Motivation.Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-32948925225528656002010-01-19T19:07:00.000-08:002010-01-19T19:07:19.948-08:00So what's your book about?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRl7vRRz5Q_Zj9J0F2F5BncMyhmyyTKX4sfCj5CdXFqLzxF6pF8dYe94NPuIxJ1MhBe9YW5ZFHgDd_po55kcj2nR6RyV8kDHKV0VLxWGwr8zZkUSJMgDISMh7gKbI5-UJlhDNMOHtNiE/s1600-h/c8e57a171009b70e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRl7vRRz5Q_Zj9J0F2F5BncMyhmyyTKX4sfCj5CdXFqLzxF6pF8dYe94NPuIxJ1MhBe9YW5ZFHgDd_po55kcj2nR6RyV8kDHKV0VLxWGwr8zZkUSJMgDISMh7gKbI5-UJlhDNMOHtNiE/s320/c8e57a171009b70e.jpg" /></a><br />
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My quick pitch is:<br />
A female werewolf must come into her alpha status and mate with twin werewolf brothers to save her race. Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-87148478189425470702010-01-17T18:21:00.000-08:002010-01-17T18:21:46.756-08:00A well made lady.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TCjTZsjKsCFgKvBOkh1mCXSxKuLuUk55FZU3pC_kQkZEZTFgAgdK1d-aCS5_duNVTQxY1C9oG4KVMUf-9UhNBJWf0PCJ3sLgxKyg-mZB1H8N_6FZGw4KNbpaAhn8OCfWbqVrBf-I7vo/s1600-h/images9.nypl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6TCjTZsjKsCFgKvBOkh1mCXSxKuLuUk55FZU3pC_kQkZEZTFgAgdK1d-aCS5_duNVTQxY1C9oG4KVMUf-9UhNBJWf0PCJ3sLgxKyg-mZB1H8N_6FZGw4KNbpaAhn8OCfWbqVrBf-I7vo/s320/images9.nypl.jpg" /></a><br />
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I made a decision of late. The money is no longer worth it. The all mighty dollar I have been chasing since college graduation is worth less. Less then my time, less than my family, less than my happiness. <br />
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But my career has defined me for ten years. Moving up, moving on, making more. Always moving. But know it is time to go back. I don’t know if I will have to give up my career to do this. But it is ok.Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-2303865670701159732010-01-16T20:09:00.000-08:002010-01-16T20:27:50.812-08:00Exercising my muse<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3xdY7l2bs27iSyp4CiaREK_Ph0LFoXE3-HLPvguUNzJhVbqoLcawt2CmNBPnGG9OC5tgo8Fs9ydhvhHlxQ0IfXfEtomOu83kKZpY9BEC6qx_yC5selkqN_oPYt5sx1JBF112lKaNMGs/s1600-h/dwayne-johnson.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3xdY7l2bs27iSyp4CiaREK_Ph0LFoXE3-HLPvguUNzJhVbqoLcawt2CmNBPnGG9OC5tgo8Fs9ydhvhHlxQ0IfXfEtomOu83kKZpY9BEC6qx_yC5selkqN_oPYt5sx1JBF112lKaNMGs/s320/dwayne-johnson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427560630131953506" /></a><br /><br /><br />My Muse Dwayne Johnson<br /><br /><br />I found in the past doing other artistic things limbers up my muse. Getting him ready to do some serious damage on a blank page. Some things include painting, sew and quilting. But as this day closes, after sitting at my sewing machine all day. He will not come out of hiding. It’s like he has decided it’s more comfortable in his little hole he retreated to months ago. Refusing to come out and play. <br /><br />How will I get him to play with me? I miss him so. It was a nice feeling sitting in front of my computer and my fingers flying. Like someone else was moving through me, pouring the story on the page. I could see the action in my head, not unlike watching TV. It was one of my favorite shows. But the actors themselves have canceled it.<br /><br />Tomorrow I will be setting forth on a mission to force him out into the open. Make him join me at the computer. How, I just don’t knowKirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-2802283610260646862010-01-15T18:34:00.000-08:002010-01-19T11:56:08.093-08:00Coming to shore<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4DwtvIZCn02wVmZ4V5QDgzjHAQ1Ll8Azy9bvFL04TYOcpdCqy0DR6RaZ21WYLBWx2RpSxo-j0QDsCo1LCdJeMfQizpoTYFxZSJJeL3dGBJ0gKYXDjixV_jJITfmPtwXh4yBOXC_vb70k/s1600-h/Nature_Beach_A_boat_on_the_sea_beach_015115_.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427160852666780690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4DwtvIZCn02wVmZ4V5QDgzjHAQ1Ll8Azy9bvFL04TYOcpdCqy0DR6RaZ21WYLBWx2RpSxo-j0QDsCo1LCdJeMfQizpoTYFxZSJJeL3dGBJ0gKYXDjixV_jJITfmPtwXh4yBOXC_vb70k/s320/Nature_Beach_A_boat_on_the_sea_beach_015115_.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
How hard would it be to chuck it all and go Jack Kerouacing across the country? <br />
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Three years ago I moved across the country and my furniture took several weeks to catch up. So my dog and I sat in a spacious two-bedroom apartment, on the plush new Berber carpeted floor. Watching a newly purchased TV, sitting on its own box. I had one plate, one cup, one knife, one spoon, one fork, one pan, one sheet, one blanket and one pillow. I lived. <br />
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Was it easy? No. <br />
Did I die without my stuff? No. <br />
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Could I do it without all my stuff? It came to me, sitting at my desk at work, lamenting my life path. A path that was shoved, pulled, pushed on me. Convenient for me. Easy for me. Wrong for me.<br />
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I choose to change my path. Many people would say, now is not the time to jump ship. With the economy a sea of uncertainty and dry land a far off dream. But how long do you hold on with both hands for your stuff. When do the people, your family becomes more important than that of salary level. I’m sick of chasing the all mighty dollar. I want to find a different way. <br />
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So I have given myself a timetable. I have goals that need to be reached in a timely manner. As these goals are realized, reached and time passes. Change is coming.Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-3284794075240481682010-01-14T07:29:00.000-08:002010-01-14T07:34:11.037-08:00A word on the end<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8XCa5bCw72fU7T1v3kD1ZRbubFuxFgdhAmsl-xRlf_LIgi7bqX7woxcuLMSpAG2z7Jap7TbEkIH6EbBnNdjJbmD_ik3K-lF0r2DJ-H3FaMJkbP7aiB2ju4NW9RkEy5o9NT5HLiZaE2I/s1600-h/1872833961_3b0a61ff3f.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-8XCa5bCw72fU7T1v3kD1ZRbubFuxFgdhAmsl-xRlf_LIgi7bqX7woxcuLMSpAG2z7Jap7TbEkIH6EbBnNdjJbmD_ik3K-lF0r2DJ-H3FaMJkbP7aiB2ju4NW9RkEy5o9NT5HLiZaE2I/s320/1872833961_3b0a61ff3f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426619207264835778" /></a><br />Light many lamps and gather round his bed.<br />Lend him your eyes, warm blood and will to live.<br />but death replied I choose him.Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-10077823375942753742010-01-13T18:05:00.000-08:002010-01-13T18:44:27.332-08:00The facts of life.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjzfOELYVPxyQxeOkZm59bTFKlPAVFWWEo5cnWgXaXwk_u2oaK1v-Z7aXBFnytGtM1L-VpxdTwFfUEy_isMAHV2JyMm5nNA9FZeKvD165JREMSnYSiSUiwyX9VzAGgiYnjapI6MPhNdQ/s1600-h/sexy-teacher2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihjzfOELYVPxyQxeOkZm59bTFKlPAVFWWEo5cnWgXaXwk_u2oaK1v-Z7aXBFnytGtM1L-VpxdTwFfUEy_isMAHV2JyMm5nNA9FZeKvD165JREMSnYSiSUiwyX9VzAGgiYnjapI6MPhNdQ/s320/sexy-teacher2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426420721205705714" /></a><br />Fact one:<br />To be a writer, you must write.<br />Fact two: <br />If you are not writing, YOU ARE NOT A WRITER!<br /><br /><br />I have come to the realization I need a task master to get it done.Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-68220327893354852572010-01-11T19:30:00.000-08:002010-01-11T19:33:25.861-08:00Inspiration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRJHfC_YxhDLsKE21dKVh6LkY9X7uvXnkF5MBCU8TsONW6os39x1VQUuBcBBxiVteyhGOPOGJHkLS2zUa6xFpN-p45uOlV6Bn5eKaHpQtNoegro3gQbE5Dr0NOf9H30luKnf4VfxiIHQ/s1600-h/hot+guy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRJHfC_YxhDLsKE21dKVh6LkY9X7uvXnkF5MBCU8TsONW6os39x1VQUuBcBBxiVteyhGOPOGJHkLS2zUa6xFpN-p45uOlV6Bn5eKaHpQtNoegro3gQbE5Dr0NOf9H30luKnf4VfxiIHQ/s320/hot+guy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425690801930551346" /></a><br />Ever wonder were a romance writer gets her inspiration.Kirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185918624102780354.post-19491681947455564922010-01-11T15:36:00.000-08:002010-01-11T15:43:44.969-08:00To jump offThe cliff.<br />The drop is far.<br />Should I jump? <br />Should I back away?<br />Or stay, as I have for years, waiting.<br />Waiting, waiting, waiting.<br />The time is mine to waste.<br />When will I learn, whether I jump or not<br />tomorrow will come. And the next day.<br />And the next day.<br /><br />So I leap.<br />I will let you know what happened.<br />As soon as I land.<br /><br />KiraKirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13189349983673713372noreply@blogger.com0