In the town I used to live in, there was a local newspaper called The Potpourri. I enjoyed the neighborhood feel of it even though the city I lived in had almost 200k people living within the city limits. But we lived in a little annexed part snuggled up against the foothills and it truly was as if our little part of the city was a small town in of itself. I love the small town mentality (except in a few cases, see below for one).
We left that city in search of better schools for our kids, and moved to a much smaller town of 14K people. My kids hated it. If they thought we had eyes and ears everywhere before, now they lived under a microscope. That my husband was a football coach at the only high school in town didn’t help our kids’ cause. Of course, when my first book came out and there was a huge spread about it (gasp it was erotic romance!!!) and me in the local newspaper, hubby was quietly told the following week that his services as a winning head football coach were no longer needed, I had a change of heart about the small town I loved. But there is a silver lining to this tale. Hubby was snatched up by a prominent college and thus his career as an NCAA football coach began. But I digress.
This blog isn’t about the narrow-mindedness of small towns, or the powers that be that think they have a right to judge folks, and for the record, I never held that against my small town. In fact, I don’t hold many grudges. I figure those judgmental folks are the ones who have to live with themselves, not me. But don’t get me wrong, I’ve been down the judgmental road. I think there is a blog in our archives where I talk at length about it. Judging is not a cool thing unless you are being paid to judge a competition, and even then, bias slips in. We are human beings, run by our emotions, so it’s pretty impossible to say with all honesty that we don’t judge. Or at the very least, that we don’t allow our emotions to sway us. ‘Cause they do.
But that’s not what I wanted this blog to be about. I wanted to chat a little bit about all of things going in my life at the moment, and in so doing invite you all to join the conversation.
So, seriously, is it me, or are we all chasing our tails these days? I swear, I have so many balls up in the air, I don’t know which one to catch next.
I would not be Karin Tabke if I were not chasing a deadline. I am currently doing that. But this time it wasn’t because I allowed life to interrupt, nope, this time I actually had the story written some time ago, but it was wrong. Then I rewrote it, it was still wrong. Not the characters, oh, they were right, in fact, so right, I had to throw some serious crap in their way to slow them down. Suffice it to say, this story will end up being 300K+ words, 200K of which have been deleted. Ah, the life of a pantser. But I would not have it any other way. I love my job, especially the rush of excitement I get when my story takes an unexpected turn.
I had a release last week, ENEMY MINE, a Karin Harlow novel. The reviews have been stellar. It’s the second book in my L.O.S.T. (Last Option Special Team) series. I’m very proud of this book, my editor said it’s the best book I’ve written. I have a lot riding on this one. It’s a make or break the series book, so if you like paranormal romantic suspense, please help this writer out and pick up a copy or download one, today. 🙂
Next on Karin’s Crazy List:
My oldest daughter is getting married in October. There has been drama and issues with family members (none on our side!) and well, isn’t a wedding supposed to be a joyous occasion when those involved are supposed to set their own issues aside so that the day can be special for the bride and groom and not about drama that has no business becoming an issue? Sigh. I knew crap was going to happen, and for those of you who really know me, you know I am a mama bear. I have no issue with setting someone back on there heels when they are f$#@!&^g with my family. But I have been asked to keep my mouth shut and to just smile. And because this wedding is not about me, I am being the dutiful mother of the bride. But watch out, come the wedding day, mess with anything and I will so stealthily eff you up, you won’t know what hit you.
Whew, that felt good. 🙂
Speaking of weddings, my youngest son recently became engaged. We adore our future daughter-in-law. They have ants in their pants though and do not want a long engagement. Le sigh. Mama bear understands, but baby bears need to understand that mama bear has a wee bit of a issue with their timetable and location. The baby bears are coming around to mama and papa bears’ way of thinking…
After the wedding, we’re taking all of our kids and their significant others and our granddaughter toKauaifor ten days at the end of October. While I cannot wait to hit the beach and do nothing, I know grandma bear is going to be working her tail off chasing grandbaby bear so that her parents can relax. I’m scratching my head and wondering whose bright idea this was. Oh, yeah, mine!
Also on this crazy woman’s plate: she is running for an RWA National BOD position. Area 6 Director (you don’t have to live in Region 6 to vote for a Region Director). If you are a current member of RWA, you have received your ballot via email. I’d appreciate your vote.
And last but not least, I have another deadline fast approaching, and while that book will be a wee bit behind, it’s all but written. It’s going to be another hell of a roller coaster ride for my characters, but it’s one of those types of rides I love. I really do love my job. I mean, LOVE. IT!
So, goils, what craziness do you have going on in your life? I have a signed copy of BLOOD LAW for a lucky randomly selected commenter!