Today is the seventh anniversary of my first Kristy K. James blog post, An Interesting Evening. While I could find the humor in what happened then, it’s a lot funnier today. Reading through it, I had to laugh. I thought about just reblogging it but given how hit and miss I’ve been with things for the past year, it seemed like a bit of a copout.
But what to write about? I’m pretty sure that somewhere in the nearly seven-hundred posts, I’ve covered that I started off writing plays when I was eight or ten. I’m also thinking I’ve mentioned that I started writing romance stories at fifteen because I missed playing with Barbie dolls.
I realized last week that I was wrong though. I actually started writing romance when I was fourteen. Not that it makes much difference but it’s a year longer than I thought.
That realization didn’t help with coming up with a new topic though, and then I realized the most fun thing I could do something I’ve seen done before, though mostly on talk shows. I’ll share the links for some of what, in my opinion, were my best and/or most fun posts.
But not before I say thank you. Thank you for sticking with me through the good times and the bad. Through the times when words and books flowed like April rain showers – and when the words are as hard to find a needle in a hay field. Not a haystack but a field. Kind of what this past year or so has been like, for books, the blog, and my social media sites.
Hopefully, that will all be changing. Soon. 🙂
Anyway, thank you again. Now here are a few links. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Misadventures in Home Ownership, Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3, deal with a city girl discovering that plumbing in the country is a whole lot different than plumbing in town.
This one seems appropriate because this August will be fifteen years since my dad died from cancer. It brings back good memories. And sad ones. And I still can’t listen to Dance With My Father Again without crying. Happy Birthday, Dad.
I think I’ll leave off with this last one. The Mirror of Your Life. Having my daughter and Aria living with me for nearly two and a half years has forced me to prioritize the most important things in life again. Family. Of course, I seem to go from one extreme to the other … all work or all ‘play.’ Right now, I’m trying to find a compromise, fitting together work and spending enough fun time with a toddler. Because writing is also one of my loves. Lower on the list than people, as it should be, but I still need to tell my stories. Both because if I don’t, they’re just stuck in my head and the characters drive me bonkers – and because I’d rather not have to get a day job. Writing doesn’t look that good on a resume. 🙂
And now, insomniac that I still am, it’s time to get a little more sleep. But I needed to celebrate this seventh anniversary. Thanks again, everyone.
I’ll leave you with this. I know I’ve said before that I’ve adopted this as my theme song but I plan to really embrace the message as my own this year. It’s time to kick this bout of writer’s block to the curb! 2018. More books, more blog posts, more social media.
And more sleep. 😀
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Did you used to make up romances with your Barbie and Ken doll like I did? Once in a while I did fashion shows with my dolls, but I loved the romances I made up. 🙂 I should have known I was going to be a romance writer one day.
I hope you find a good balance between family and writing. And happy seven years! Here’s hoping the 8th will get you closer to where you want to be. 🙂
Ruth … yes! Before I got my first Ken doll, my sister and I used to do all sorts of things with our Barbies and their ‘teddy bear husbands.’ Literally, teddy bears. Hey, when you don’t have the Ken dolls, you improvise. We took them for train trips on the stairs. We gave them carnival rides in the Easy Bake Oven – legs inserted where the pans would go, then swinging it around by the cord. Though I have to say the day the carnival never came to town again after I smacked my sister in the head with the oven. It was an accident but I felt kind of guilty about it. 🙂
But yes. It was all about the stories and adventures and the happily-ever-afters. With paper dolls before that that too. And that’s the reason why I write today. I will never own up to how old I was when I stopped playing with those dolls – okay, probably 12 or 13. Maybe 14, lol. I don’t know. But it wasn’t too long before I turned to writing.
Thank you. I’m working hard to find that balance. And on remembering to take the supplements that help with my thyroid. Eight had better get me closer to where I want to be! Or at least back where I was in 2014/2015. I need to get all these stories in my head told. 🙂
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Thanks so much! And I LOVE the ‘good on pouf!’ Predictive text is so much fun. 🙂
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