Thursday, October 31, 2013
I know it's been a while since my last blog entry but this time there is a reason. I just haven't wanted to write. Well, actually, I've been afraid to write. My life is currently going through a swirl of change and it's taking all of my energy and mental capacity to stay focused on matters at hand.
At the moment I am sitting in my home in New Boston, Texas, looking out the window wall at the gorgeous 25 acres of land. The grasses are wild and colorful and I see leaves flying off trees. The sky is pale blue in some places and gray in others. Every so often the sun breaks through the gray and shines on the earth. It's a beautiful sight and I am committing it to memory.
Lately a few of the neighbor's cows have escaped through a break in the fence and have wandered onto our property. I love those crazy cows, especially the calf that walked up the driveway and lounged under the pecan tree. There are several new calves next door and I think they're sweet. I am committing them to memory.
I am sitting on the couch in the living room at the moment. The gorgeous fireplace is in front of me. It has never had a fire in it but it will this winter. The logs on the hearth are still encased in their plastic wrapping, waiting for a day cold enough to light them. As much as I hate to be cold, I hope we get a wintry day soon so I can see a fire in that fireplace. It's a see-through fireplace between the living room and the kitchen and it's going to look magical. I need to see a fire in it. I want to commmit it to memory.
I am thinking of all of the yummy Mexican foods my husband has made for me since I moved to Texas. That man will put anything in a tortilla. Once he made me a bologna burrito. It was good! Who knew? I love the way he puts avocado, cottage cheese and regular cheese on everything, plus a lot of salt and hot sauce and red pepper flakes and spicy seasonings. He makes a dish called entomatillos (I think this is how you spell it) which is nothing more than chopped up corn tortillas fried in a little oil with a couple of small cans of tomato sauce poured over it, some salt and cheese over the top. So good and so easy. I am committing these tastes and smells to memory.
Memory is the process in which information is encoded, stored and retrieved: You receive and process information, then create a permanent record of that information and put it away in the recesses of your subconscious and one day, when you need it, you call it back to your conscious mind and use it as you see fit.
Time and Memory are like a married couple perfectly matched. Time creates Memory while Memory lives on in Time. I am Time. And I am committing Memory to memory.
I apologize for the dark tone of this blog post. I am feeling melancholy and wistful these days but I know (thanks to Time), that this, too, shall pass.
Before I forget, The Shadow King should be out in November. I am rushing to get it out into the world. Time is of the essence and there are many loose ends to tie up in my writing life. I have put aside my Crescent trilogy for the time being because another, more pressing writing project has presented itself to me. It is a memoir with the working title of Fairy Tale (the title will eventually change) and it is about my sojourn in Texas. It begins in Ohio, moves on to Texas and ends in a whole new world. Stay tuned.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Time to chat a bit to the world at large. I've been experiencing strange days but I keep remembering a saying I heard a few months back that really helps me keep my wits about me and my perspective on track: "Everything will be alright in the end. If it's not alright...it's not the end." I really believe that. As I mentioned in my last post, I recently experienced a blue period, but unlike Picasso's Blue Period, my blue period did not produce works of art or even words on a computer screen. All it did was make me BLUE. In trying to understand the cause of my blues, I determined it has a lot to do with reality setting in: the reality of living in a new home in a new state with new people and navigating a new life that is so different from the one I left behind. But I have never been afraid of change...of trying something new...of being somewhere else. There is a reason this blog is called Somewhere Else. And in case anyone out there who might be reading this thinks I regret my decision to embark upon a new life with a man I married a mere 13 days after meeting him in person for the first time (after two months of getting to know each other via telephone calls, text messages, emails and words with friends chats), I want you to know, I do not regret my decision. I love my husband and it gives me great joy to be able to type these four words: Oscar: I love you! Happy four-month anniversary today!
So.....The Dark Prince is out. I have submitted my Gypsy treatment to some Hollywood producers and I am preparing to bring The Shadow King into the world. I cannot wait to reveal the cover. It's gorgeous and very dramatic. You'll see Andrew on the cover. It's not quite ready but I expect it will be in the next few days. I am very excited! If you've been reading my trilogy, please message me and let me know what you think about Laura's journey so far. And let me know which boy you love and want Laura to be with. I suspect you'll all pick Miguel, but don't count Andrew out! He has surprises in store.
I shall close here but before I do, I want to wish Rina a happy birthday! She's my grandbaby's mom. And I will leave you with this awesome quote supposedly uttered by a man named Patrick Overton (I don't know who he is):
"When you come to the edge of all the light you know and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught how to fly."
Love that! Until next time!
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
The Dark Prince is officially out in the world! It's available via all channels (paperback, Barnes and Noble's Nook, Smashwords, Apple's iPads/phones and Kindle). Get your copy today! Laura's story shifts from her home in Rhode Island in The Gypsy Thief where she met Andrew Easton and Miguel Dos Santos and found that pesky golden talisman that changed her life so profoundly to England where meany author puts her through a lot of torment and hell. I don't want to give anything away but if you read TGT, you must continue Laura's story as it leads to book three (and my personal favorite of the three): The Shadow King. I am already preparing TSK for an early release because TDP was delayed for so long. I want these babies out in the world so I can concentrate on my Crescent saga and two other projects that I need to complete quickly.
All is well here on the Hernandez ranch though I will admit to experiencing a slight blue period recently. But a gorgeous bunch of white roses and encouraging words from elduck123 helped smooth over my blues. Into every life a little rain must fall...such is the nature of being human.
Last night the five of us (Oscar, Libby, Tom, Abe and I) played tennis. It was fun and I learned a few things about us: We're game to try anything; I'm pretty good at serving though there seemed to be a giant hole in my racquet when the ball would come my way (must get that racquet fixed); Abe should become a spokesman for Gatorade and my husband is a VERY good tennis player. As a matter of fact, I have noticed that Oscar is good at everything he does (some people are lucky like that). We will continue our tennis careers tomorrow night when we head back to the courts to play more (my racquet should be 'fixed' by then). And then our next venture will be family bowling night (I suspect Oscar will he good at that, too!).
I went for a walk at twilight night before last and had a spooky encounter with two large bulls. They were on either side of the road (on the other side of their respective fences--thank goodness!) and I was walking between them. Well...they were not happy to see me. They came up to their fences and mooed (or whatever that awful noise was coming out of their mouths) and snorted and pawed at the ground and really let me have it. I think one of them even breathed fire. I guess they thought I was a threat--dumb bulls. Don't they know I root for them in bullfights? Seriously, dudes!!! I'm on your side! If not for barbed wire I would been have a kellie quesadilla on bull tortillas.
I shall close here and rotate the laundry then delve into the world of The Shadow King (you must stick with me and my Talisman Trilogy for the surprises and twists that are coming in book three). Until next time...
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
I know, I know, I did it again--or didn't, as the case may be. Didn't get around to blogging. You'd think I'd learn to be more diligent. But here I am with a new blog post.
First, some housekeeping items:
I don't know if any of you have ever tried to leave a comment on my blog post and were unable to do so. I am hoping that I figured out the problem and have it corrected now. Please, please, please, I implore anyone who reads this, to please try to leave a comment so I can see if the problem has been resolved. Thank you!
"The Dark Prince" is finally here! The first round of publishing produced a paperback with an error on the back cover (a missing word). My friend Dana told me not to worry and just to think of it as a special edition. Good outlook, Dana. I did, however, get the error fixed and the corrected version should be available on Amazon tomorrow. "The Dark Prince" is available via all channels: Paperback from Amazon, on the Kindle, at Smashwords, on Barnes and Noble's Nook and via the Apple store. If you read "The Gypsy Thief" you need to read "The Dark Prince" to see how Laura's story is unfolding.
"The Shadow King" is now in the editing phase. I had to make some changes to the storyline in the name of authenticity regarding some medical procedures that come up in the book. Though it is a work of fiction, I do want to be accurate when writing about medical procedures and timelines. I am also in the process of finding the cover boy: Andrew. He is a gorgeous, blue-eyed, blond teen. Anybody out there know anyone who fits the bill? Let me know. In any case, the search continues.
All is well on the Hernandez ranch. Oscar is busy with his business and works long hours. We have fun though when he's not working. We recently went to Hot Springs, Arkansas, for a weekend. What a cool place. We had a couples massage and enjoyed a fabulous steak dinner afterward.
This past weekend we went to Dallas to get Tom from the airport. He'd been in Cleveland and Las Vegas with his dad for a couple of weeks. I'm glad to have my boy home. I'm just not myself when he's away.
We have a new member in the family: Tweaker. My step-daughter, Libby, brought home this little bundle of fur--a cute, gray and off-white striped kitten (a boy). He is meant to be an outdoor cat but at the moment he thinks I'm his mother and he sticks to me like glue. He's gonna have to get used to being an outdoorsmen soon though--as soon as he is old enough and big enough to defend himself against the creatures outside.
I recently attended my first Texas rodeo. It was fun (even the clowns weren't too awful--everyone who knows me knows I have a fear of clowns). We saw cowboys riding bulls, roping calves and cowgirls barrel racing and little pre-school kids riding sheep. It was quite a cool way to spend a Friday evening. I will admit to rooting for the bulls.
This Saturday morning I am traveling to Tyler, Texas, to attend a meeting of the East Texas Chapter of the Romance Writers of America. I'm looking forward to the drive and the opportunity to meet fellow authors.
My book "Crescent Summer" is currently under consideration with a major publisher. Fingers crossed.
I hope you all will read this blog post, leave a comment so I can know it works and get yourselves a copy of "The Dark Prince," which reminds me:
I am submitting the movie treatment for "The Gypsy Thief" at the end of this month. Again--fingers crossed.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Dark Prince update: It is in the hands of the publishers and HOPEFULLY, it will come back to me in perfect proof form. Time will tell. I expect to get the proof within the next week or so. If it passes muster, I will hit the publish key and it will be available in paperback. A few days after that it will be available on Kindle. Shortly thereafter it will be available via all other channels, i.e., Nook, iPad, Galaxy and other ereaders, I'll let you know.
Shadow King update: Once Prince goes live, I can concentrate on The Shadow King. I have two scenes to rewrite and in the meantime, my cover designer Jennifer, will be hard at work creating a beautiful cover which will feature the prince on it. Can't wait to see who we find to become Andrew Easton.
Crescent Summer update: Crescent Summer is the first book of my new trilogy. I am currently making the rounds with agents/publishers which means a lot of hurry up and wait.
The Gypsy Thief update: The screenplay treatment is complete. As soon as Prince is available, I will send the treatment and a copy of Prince to producers in Hollywood. Then it's more hurry up and wait.
And now onto a completely different topic...I imagined a conversation between two people I knew back in Shaker Heights and what they might say if they know about the recent changes in my life. These are two people who used to be friends of mine and the conversation went something like this:
P#1: OMG! Did you hear what your friend Kellie Tayer did?
P#2: Oh, gawd. What's she done now? Remarried her ex?
P#1: HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! No! Even better! She met some Hispanic guy on the Internet and ran off to Mexico and married him!
P#2: Oh, gawd! No way! I mean, she's crazy but nobody's that crazy.
P#1: Oh, it's true. I heard it from A who heard it from B when he overheard a conversation between C and D. Then E confirmed it. It's totally true. I bet she's pregnant and he took all her money. I heard they live in a trailer in the middle of nowhere and he beats her. And they have no electricity or running water.
P#2: Awesome. I bet she loves it!
P#1: I know, right? She probably orchestrated the whole thing for research for a book she's writing. Ever since she read "Fifty Shades of Grey" she's been different. I heard it affects everyone differently.
P#2: That's true. I read it and now I have an account at Ambience.
P#1: Really? I read it but I didn't get it. Where I come from, that kind of, shall we say, activity, can get a gal stoned.
P#2: Ooh, kinky. So Kellie doesn't live in Shaker anymore? She didn't even say good-bye. What a bee-otch. I always hated her. She always acted so goody-goody.
P#1: She had some weird habits, that's for sure. I mean, seriously...who eats that much ketchup in one sitting?
P#2: And her clothes! Blah! And her fingernails were always too short! So were her pants! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I would hate to be her! And now she's thrown her life away for an Internet fling. Wow. I always knew she'd go off the deep end. I'm so glad I'm normal.
P#1: Amen to that. I've gotta go. My family's trying to have me committed and I need to get to my sanity hearing. See ya later.
P#2: OK. I've gotta get home anyway. The...uh...plumber...is coming over to service my pipes. He's very expensive and I want to make sure to get my money's worth. If you hear any good gossip about Kellie, make sure you call me.
P#1: I will. And if I don't hear anything, we can still get together and make stuff up.
P#2: Sounds good. Bye.
On that note...I shall close here. My trailer is tipping and I need to find some rocks to prop it up. I also need to go to the well to get water for bathing. And if I have time, I'm gonna rub some sticks together to make fire. I also need to let out the hems from my pants and buff my nails. I'm craving ketchup--pregnancy will do that to you. Until next time.
P.S. We have electricity and running water and we don't live in a trailer (though sometimes Oscar pulls one with his truck). I do love ketchup and once ate a whole bottle of it. I am not pregnant and my pants are plenty long enough. Oh, and I have beautiful nails. Teehee. Adios..........
Friday, July 5, 2013
Thought I should blog a little in the other blog.
It's Friday morning and there's not a cloud in the sky. It's eerily quiet--even the frogs and birds are silent. When I awakened at 6:30, I glanced out the bedroom window and saw the early morning mist hovering over the land. It was surreal. What made it even more mystical was the sight of the neighbor's black angus cows standing in the field near the fence--close enough to the house that I could make out their mouths chewing grass and their tails swishing gently. They looked huge and hulking in the mist--their dark forms like shadows in the dawning light. It was quite a beautiful sight. I've gotten used to the cows--even befriended a few. When I walk along the fence, they like to charge at me, their hooves beating the earth in their haste to get as close to me as the fence will allow. I don't know if it's because they're happy to see me--maybe they like my company--or if they think I can save them from some unknown fate (Wendy's, anyone?). Or perhaps they're thinking I'd be a tasty treat (I have never considered what a cow would do to a human if given the chance other than stomp the daylights out of us, but, heck, if we can eat them, why can't they eat us?). In any case, I've developed a fondness for the creatures--especially the black ones. What I'm not crazy about are the nasty vultures that like to circle over the land--over the cows--waiting...watching...hoping for a chance to swoop in and feast on whatever they can sink their beaks and claws into--ugly buggers those vultures. They like to swing by over my head, too, when I'm out walking. I know they're waiting for me to croak so they can chow down, but quite frankly, I'd rather be eaten by the cows.
Two or three times a month we have to go to Dallas for supplies (carpeting and flooring supplies). It's looking like we're heading there tomorrow. I'm excited for Tom to go this time. He loves big cities and tall buildings and Dallas is full of big stuff. The mall is MASSIVE. and so is IKEA. I'm sure we'll stop at IKEA for a look around--we usually do. Tom needs a wardrobe for his room and he'll finally be all set. He seems to be settling into his Texas life nicely. He was homesick at first--as I knew he would be--but now he loves it here. He spends a lot of time walking the land and tanning. We got Oscar a metal detector for Father's Day and as soon as I get batteries in the thing, Tom intends to walk the land and find treasures. Oscar has been teaching him some skills like how to tile a shower and he's been doing a great job, making up the pattern as he goes along. He's also painted a house in Texarkana and done some gardening here. I'm sure at some point he will learn to mow on a tractor, but I'm not ready for that yet! It thrills me to see how he is taking to helping us put the finishing touches on the house. He takes pride in his work and is psyched at the thought of animals coming to live with us--just wait till I get my own cow! I'm going to name her Trixie and hope she's a milk cow and not a cheeseburger cow.
I shall close here. Time to get a shower and get ready to head to Texarkana--also known as 'town.' Tom's got a package waiting to be picked up at the post office there. He'll probably sweet-talk me into taking him to Ashdown for some barbecue--either that or go to Slim Chickens, his new favorite fast food joint. So, we shall be off. Until next time.
Thursday, June 13, 2013
Home sweet home...
I am officially a Texas girl! Oscar and I have been married a month now and every moment has been one of pure bliss. I literally have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. I'm realistic enough to know that there will be bumps in the road ahead and challenges to face, but at the moment, life is a fairy tale. I've said recently that I could very well be laid up in the Cleveland Clinic in a deep coma, dreaming this whole new life. Well, if that is the case and the doctors should pull me out of it, please--someone--anyone--knock me out and put me back under cuz I don't want to wake up from this idyll.
My new home is a house made of metal situated on 25 acres of stunning property. Every evening, as we sit at the kitchen table and gaze out the west window wall of the house, our view is of the moon just above the tree line (these past few nights it's been my favorite kind of moon--a crescent moon). To the right of the moon there is a very bright planet and as the sky darkens and the stars come out, I am stunned at the sight. I can see constellations in bright, glorious clarity. It's like a movie.
I've been spending my first days in my new life taking on my new identity as Kellie Hernandez--applying for a new social security card so I can get my new driver's license, car registration and passport. It's a lot of driving but it's forcing me to learn my way around Texarkana (which is referred to as 'town'). I've also been shopping for household items. Our home is new (Oscar, Libby and Abraham just moved in at the end of March) and I'm having fun outfitting it with shelves (Oscar is an IKEA fan-yay!), small appliances, kitchen gadgets, linens, etc. Oscar has exquisite decorating taste and as such, each room is stunning--the paint colors, the floors (the kitchen floor is to die for), the countertops (you have to see them to believe them), the art on the walls--everything is beautiful. Martha Stewart would be impressed--maybe even a little jealous! Every day I walk through the house and admire the beauty of it and I am thankful to be here. I will never take for granted this life.
My baby is coming to stay next Monday. I cannot wait for Tom to get here. I miss my boy! I'm excited for him to see his new life. It will take time to adapt from city life to country life and I hope it will be as seamless for Tom as it has been for me. I can honestly say that there is no doubt I was meant to be here--in this house, in Texas, married to Oscar (the dreamiest man on the face of the earth) and living this life. I just hope it will be easy for Tom, too. I think it will be. Oscar's family is so warm and welcoming and inclusive and Tom is such an easy-going guy--always willing to try something new--I think he'll be fine here in Texas.
I should mention The Dark Prince. My latest proof should arrive today via UPS. I want to have the book out within a month so I can begin promoting it and preparing The Shadow King for publication. I am well aware of the fact that I have been a naughty writer these past couple of months because my personal life took center stage and pushed my work to the back burner. But it's time to get cracking and back to work. I have much to do--books to edit, finish, and new ones to write. I can't wait to see how my new life will affect my writing life because it will--in a big way.
I will close here for now with these parting words: Life can turn on a dime. Mine turned on a cold winter night when I was lying in bed tucked under my blankets, playing Words With Friends with a stranger named elduck123. You never know where the day will take you or what seemingly innocent action (like clicking the random opponent key on WWF) will change your life. So be on the lookout for your moment. It's coming. It'll probably be in disguise as something ordinary or routine--even banal. But don't dismiss the little things cuz that's where the beauty of life is--in the little, innocent, subtle moments that most people overlook. For me, it was simply tapping the word random on my phone. But then again, Random is my middle name. Until next time...