A “watch” party for one. Make that two, counting the  sleeping  dog in my lap.  Never mind that I never believed it would happen,  that Mayan-calendar hooey kept me wide-eyed at 2:00 a.m., writing, flipping t.v. channels until my thumb throbbed, reliving the 1990 season of Saturday Night Live on Netflix.  The more I nodded off, the more I fussed at myself for staying awake.

So, I gathered up my dog, turned out the lights, and shut ‘er down. Thank God, who told me He had matters in hand, I fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow. Next thing I knew, it was 8:30 a.m, this morning, five and a half hours after the cataclysm was schedule to occur. I woke up shivering, a good sign.

Now, I’m celebrating my existence by participating in a free e-book event. Ten authors, and twelve books. As I love suspense, mysteries, and thrillers, I “purchased”, Closed Doors, a Trilogy, by my friend, Richard Weatherly. And The Pit Stop, a suspenseful work by Carmen DeSousa. The Fall of Billy Hitchings, by Kirkus Macgowan; Richard C. Hale’s Near Death, and, finally, Zero Balance, by Ashley Fontainne.

This event will continue, tomorrow, so if you were too battling the mall-crowds, you will have time. Simply click the link below, and enjoy!


Happy reading!

Just the title alone grabbed me!

http://katieajennings.wordpress.com/2012/12/14/free-ebooks-holiday-jubilee/One of the books I chose!

She had me at Pit Stop!


FREE eBooks Holiday Jubilee!.

Better than a book fair — these books are free!



November 12, 2011

Hello, everyone.  My name is Kim, and I have a messy little secret.

On September 2,with a heart full of hope, I moved into a two-bedroom townhouse. Excited about owning my first home, I picked out my furnishings carefully. I wanted my surroundings to reflect who I was and what I was interested in.  I planned to open my home to family and friends.

I especially had big plans for the smaller upstairs bedroom which I envisioned as  a teacher’s haven. A place to compose inspiring  lesson plans. A refuge for sipping coffee  while grading stacks of essays.  Ideas firmly in place, I drove to Rooms-to-Go where I picked out  livingroom, kitchen,and bedroom sets  and was almost out the door when I spied  it –a big-honkin’  cherry computer armoire  with drawers, shelves, and nooks galore.  It was tall enough to pierce the heavens. Shoot, that bad-boy even had a whiteboard on the inside of one door and a bulletin board on the other. As I gazed at it, I salivated, imagining  the heavy-duty computing I would accomplish.

“Fix me up with that, too,” I told the salesman, noticing dollar-signs in his pupils and his tongue hanging out.

Having  picked  out my furniture,  I needed a place for  books — text and otherwise, so I moved in a wobbly metal bookshelf  from my  parents’ home.  I finally had  everything I needed, right?

Whoa! Not so fast. Planning lessons and grading papers  require caffeine. Lots of it. So, to Target I trotted to purchase a mini-fridge for  diet Cokes and a coffeemaker. After all, why interrupt those spurts of creative genius by trudging all the way  downstairs to the kitchen of  my 889- square-foot home?

Then, one more detail began to haunt me. What if company came? Where would I bed everyone down? Grabbing purse and keys, I hightailed it  to a bedroom shop and purchased a futon. After all, I could always use it for a daybed. After all, doesn’t sleep induce creativity?

Now, I was really on a roll,  snatching up two second-hand filing cabinets from an office-supply store that threw itself into my path, one day, when I was en route to Staples for office supplies for my computer cabinet.

Soon, my dreams of  a  cozy teaching and writing retreat met their Waterloo.

You see, filing cabinets are for storing documents. I had planned to store personal files in one and school and writing documents in the other. But pack-rat that I am, I was afraid of shredding files —  even those of my parents’ from the 1990’s. What if I were to need them?

Well, you know where I’m going with this, right?  Yes, once I moved it all  — the computer-cabinet, recliner, bookshelf, mini-fridge and coffeemaker, filing cabinets, and futon, I had  barely room to turn around, much less sit.

No longer able to walk into the room, I turned it into a storage space — a burial ground for mail, dead laptops, cast-off high-tech gizmos,  shattered dreams.

Now, here I am, facing all of you today.  It’s taken me five years to gather the strength to admit my weakness.  With time and your support, one day I’ll be able to be you for someone else. Someone with a messy little secret just like mine.