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So Long, It’s Been Good to Know You—

June 15th, 2017

So long, it’s been good to know you…

This blog might seem a bit morbid and gross, but precious and few are the moments we share. In my earlier blog, I wrote about what would you do when faced with your own mortality. If you haven’t read it, I encourage you to do so. The entire blog is on my webpage

By being mortal, we are susceptible to death by aging, sickness, injury, or wound. While immortal is not susceptible to death; living forever; never dying.

Mortal means we are human. A human is susceptible to death while immortal is one who is not susceptible to death.

Mortality, versus immortal is something we normally don’t think about. If we did, we surely would go insane.

I posted my earlier blog on FanStory. I’ve been rather overtaken by current events and I’ve not written anything lately. But, I thought it was a way to say, “So long, it’s been good to know you.”

The following are a few comments from some members who read my story. I’m humbled by their response.

aryr wrote:
This was beyond awesome. There are times when I think that it takes a brave person to write as you did. But then in your case it was brave, but more so it was truthful. Sometimes it is difficult to write about your losses or your faults if you have them. But it is also very rewarding. It allows your readers to see reality, to see your pain, to see your grief. I wish you luck with your treatment, I wish you happiness, I wish you the best. Thank you for sharing.

I knew four people who died from pancreatic cancer. May God walk with you through your journey. Comment Written 15-Jun-2017 by Phyllis Stewart

I read this with a lump in my throat. You are an amazing writer. And I take this opportunity to wish you happiness from the depth of my heart. Thank you for all the inspiration and may God bless you abundantly. Comment Written 14-Jun-2017 by Leena

Blessings to you, Lorraine. You are quite a lady and I enjoyed reading this post despite what you have shared. God leads us down our own private path and you are in my prayers. Marilyn. Comment Written 13-Jun-2017 by BeasPeas


I returned to my oncologist yesterday for the discussion about what to do next. The doctor showed us the film from my recent PET scan. The internal organs didn’t mean much to us at first. But when he pointed to the pancreas, my eyes opened wide.

The entire organ was shaded in gray, and a white half moon shape was visible. I thought the white spot was the tumor. The doctor’s eyes glazed over and he said, “I’m sorry dear. The gray is the tumor. And the white spot is the blood vessel.”

I gasped and commented, “It’s mammoth.”

I think you should get the picture…

The tumor measured 4.7 centimeters. And it is inoperable. The doctor said, “There is nothing that I can do. To put it bluntly, the reason you’re losing weight so rapidly is because of the tumor.”

The growth is an evil monster. It’s hungry. And it is consuming everything in sight. It is feeding on the nutrients from inside the body. It is depleting the blood cells. It is eating me alive from the inside out.

There isn’t any treatment plan that will save my life. I’ve been given three to six months to get my affairs in order.

No-one knows what God plans for us. He is the only one who knows the day of our birth and the day of our death.

The doctor has ordered home hospice care for me.

I’m asking that you keep me in your prayers. And please help me to reach my goal of 10,000 visits to my webpage. The counter is currently at 9,439.

So long, it’s been good to know you.

Happy reading,

K. Lorraine

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March 19th, 2017

The Dark Side of Being Different
(Beauty & the Beast)

Posted on Fanstory January 20, 2015

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Copyright © 2015 by K. Lorraine Books

Graphic, courtesy of Bing Public Domain

I thought I’d change up this week’s blog up a bit.

The new movie Beauty and the Beast debuted in the theaters this weekend. “Despite her fears, Belle befriends the castle’s enchanted staff. And she learns to look beyond the Beast’s hideous exterior. She realizes the kind heart and soul of the true Prince within.”

This prompted me to delve into my archives. I remembered a short story that I had written. I found it. I thought you might enjoy my version of a take on Beauty of the Beast from 2015, Alien style.

Darkness protects us from seeing the things we would not rather see. She was gone and he needed to run or face a life of interment in the underground penal camps. They had taunted him mercilessly… He had no time to weep over his deceased mother’s body.

Oden, and his fellow aliens of Planet, Eco, were a race of giants. They weren’t particularly loathsome or terrible. They were gentle and didn’t commit atrocities, or torture innocent creatures. They didn’t try to lay claim over them in victory. They were noble, charming and indifferent. They had beautiful feral brown eyes and unruly brown hair.

Oden’s mother was an alien endowed with a mid section of enormous proportion. Her inherent absent-mindedness gave her a misfit quality. She was always in a hurry. Her large feet forced her clumsiness.

Azalia, Oden’s mother, fell hopelessly in love with Sprat. Sprat, unlike his wife, was a handsome Alien specimen. He was blessed with windswept chestnut hair that arched across his hairy forehead. His high cheekbones showed off his otherwise handsome face. His tall, slim build was deceptive. And the alien colony referred to the couple as unusual.

After their marriage, Azalia soon became pregnant. She gave birth to a defective one-eyed Alien boy. And his parents named him Oden. The alien colony ostracized the couple. Azalia had given birth to a displeasing child. He was hideous to look at.

In spite of the criticism, Sprat loved his wife and son. He did everything in his power to protect them from the harsh alien community where they lived.

As a child, Oden was violent. He used his uncontrollable nature against his peers. Azalia worked hard to teach Oden methods to help calm and control his behavior.

She read about how the Earth developed a means to tame children with behavioral problems. She believed in her love. She would find a way to protect him at all cost. She sought an appropriate environment to conquer the evil that possessed her child. She wanted to help Oden achieve inner peace.

Azalia was sure their problems would end if they moved to the Planet Earth. She said to Sprat, “My husband, our son is becoming excessively troubled. And this is causing him to lose more control. If we don’t act soon, we might lose him forever in the behavioral correction camps of the Aliens.”

Sprat answered, “Azalia, I know your desperation well. I want our son to be normal. And I sympathize with you. I understand it is your desire to make this happen, regardless of the costs. Wife, if it will help Oden, then we must move.”

He was different from his peers on Planet Eco. They had heard of the Earth’s catacombs beneath New York City.

The Planet Eco was a safe, clean and brilliant environment. The Planet’s World Leader created the embodiment of positive progressive growth. So, his parents saw fit to arrange for his transport from his home planet. And, Oden and his parents moved anyway. But, once settled on Earth, he knew he had to flee from there too, or he would perish.

They had moved to a place where the air was sour, the citizens were hungry and the water was putrid. Its citizens lived in surroundings covered in dust and filth.

Oden didn’t understand the meaning of a vision his mother had. She described a vision she had on the day of her death. She spoke of angels. She talked about the sounds of ethereal music with its beauty. She talked of vivid colors; a place filled with everlasting peace.

Oden knew the reason for his mother’s death. She had inhaled Earth’s stagnated air. It saddened him that he was now alone without his mother. Sprat couldn’t accept Azalia’s dying. He knew it was for the best to leave his son on Earth.

Sprat returned alone to his home Planet of Eco to mourn the death of his wife, Azalia.

Looking into the future seemed fruitless for Oden. He failed to see how this new World called Earth, would help him. He only saw that his life would end in death, caused by prolific diseases of microscopic bacteria. These tiny micro-orgasms lived in the wastewater of Planet Earth. He reasoned that humans had become immune to the abundant toxicity existing around them.

The earthlings told Oden, that his deformity was a punishment. The punishment was because of his parent’s prior acts. The humans called Oden a Cyclops, and they feared him because he was different.

This crushed Oden’s heart. Love was the reason behind his birth. He now realized that the beauty of love would never belong to him. The humans banished him to live his life in the sewers under New York City.

For the first time in his meager existence, Oden was cognizant of his deformity. It was a disgrace that he could no longer ignore. His wrath, hatred, despair, and anger brought forth a thousand lightning flashes. A horrid light radiated from his eye.

He used the power bestowed by his departed mother. It was a gift of her love. She left him with the power to remove the disease and pestilence from the Earth’s air and oceans. The release of the epic energy calmed his violence and his broken heart began to mend. In an instant, he absolved humanity of their stupidity. He forgave them for decimating the rain forests and depleting the world’s natural resources.

With this forgiveness, Oden was no longer a pathetic and lonely Cyclops. He forgave them for the chaos and the annihilation of the world’s oxygen.

But, in doing so, he no longer had any power. He lost the ability to free himself from the anguish of a heart that discovered brokenness.

Scion, a beautiful street dancer from Planet Eco had come to Earth.

“Go Scion. Go to Earth and do what you can to help my son.” Sprat said.

She was in awe of Oden’s reverence and humility. It was her job to show him all the excitement and wonderment of the world above, through her eyes.

“Oden, your father sent me from our planet to show you the beauty of love.”

But she was too late. Oden had already made up his mind. The hope that once lived in his was gone. His heart now only saw bitterness and failure.

She saw Oden pull his knife from his belt.

“Stop, Oden, don’t do this.”

But, her words were in vain. His full lips quivered. His chest heaved starving for air to fill his lungs. And his thoughts were drowning him. He thrust the knife into his heart. Scion’s voice went unheard, and Oden fell to the ground.

Scion rushed to his side. She offered him a drop of water. But from that orb which had been so dry, a big tear fell and moistened the earth.

She cradled the dead mutant’s head in her lap. She closed his one eye and said, “Oden, your father sent me to return you to your native world. Your purpose was to open the eyes of the citizens to your bravery and heroism. But on earth, they still hide in the darkness with closed eyes. They avoid from seeing the things they would not rather see.”

Scion accompanied Oden’s body from the underground catacombs of New York City. An intergalactic shuttle was waiting for him in the shadows of the skyscrapers. The magnificent spaceship carried Oden’s lifeless body home to a hero’s welcome.

He had abolished his hatred and turned it into a selfless act. He had given his life in the hope of saving humanity.

Planet Earth was a dying planet that once mirrored his beloved homeland. But the earthlings still were blind to the dark side of being different.

At his memorial service, Scion elaborated in her eulogy. “The gentle Cyclops left his home planet as an outcast. But, he has now come home to his native world. We recognize that Oden deserves praise for his humanitarian service. He needlessly lost his life in another world. All because, humans failed to see his inner beauty over his external beast.

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January 30th, 2017

I’ve noticed a few blogs that weren’t so nice. They were about President Trump’s son, Barron. Spog would like Barron to be his friend. Spog would like to share his book with Barron.

The book ‘Spog Tames a Bully’, would explain to him that bullying is an aggressive behavior among school aged children. Bullying is when a child is humiliated, or tormented (bullied).

Kids who bully use their power— such as the power of physical strength, or access to embarrassing information, or using popularity to control or harm others. Bullying behaviors have the potential to happen more than once.

Bullying might include: Threats, spreading rumors, attacking someone in a physical way or verbal way. It might also exclude someone from a group on purpose.

Bullying can occur during or after school hours. Most reported bullying happens in places like on the playground or the bus, and sometimes in the lunchroom.

I thought this is a good time to post a blog about Spog the Alien boy.

It was in 2013 that the first Spog book came out. Spog borrowed his mother’s spaceship and came to earth. He ran out of gas and tried to land his spacecraft in a yard. But, he had an unfortunate accident and crashed it in the branches of a tree. This is when he met Joe, an earth boy. And their adventures began.

The boys have had seven adventures since 2013. The stories are available to buy through the K. Lorraine website. You will also find some cost saving coupons.

Adventure number seven is the subject for this blog.

‘Spog Tames a Bully’, is about a bully who ruled the school’s playground. Mean Spike was his name. And his favorite thing to do, was to trip kids. He would laugh when they got hurt. He also liked to take things that they were playing with. He called it– ‘keep away.’

Mean Spike also got pleasure in teasing the kids and called them names. He spread rumors and lied about what happened on the playground.

Spog wanted to help the children of Roswell Elementary School. Spog talked to Joe about ways to help the new kid, Spike, fit in at school.

On Spog’s native planet Apple, he learned about a way to change an unsavory character. He thought the plan might work well on earth too. With the help of Professor Al Right, the children initiated a way to show the boy that kids have feelings too.

The book will help children to become inclusive toward a kid who is not so likeable. You will find out how the bullying stopped at Roswell Elementary School. And find out what ‘Mean Spike’ changed his name to when he changed his behavior.

Spog invites you to read his book, ‘Spog Tames a Bully‘.

Spog and Author, K. Lorraine sends you a BIG hug and a thank you for reading this week’s blog.

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November 3rd, 2016

th_mickeyminniemousethankyouEd and I wanted to thank everyone who came together yesterday and made his 80th birthday special. It’s nice to know we have so many friends. Many of you from Sanford, Michigan did this out of your friendship for me. And it was nice to hear from our Florida friends. I hadn’t prepared a blog for this week because I needed a break. During Halloween week, I put together eight scary story blogs and I needed a breather.

I wrote this Fanstory story a year ago, and thought it might make a nice follow-up birthday blog.


I remember the day when I got a response from the newspaper personal column. I admit that I was skeptical about putting myself ‘out there,’ so to speak. I had gone through a rough divorce and it was an uncertain time in my life. August, 5 1991, was the date of the letter.

Dear Miss #3951

“Hi, my name is Ed and I read your singles only ad… thought I would reply.”

“In your ad you mentioned you had answered 12 ads with four telephone conversations. It sounds like maybe eight men may have made an error in judgement, not to snatch you up.”

“I’m serious about finding someone who I can share my life with. I’m a 54 year old man with average looks and I’m a non smoker. I’m divorced over seven years now. I’m an employed appliance service technician for a large company in Saginaw.”

“I like to dance, travel, and restore old cars. I like trying new things and I am looking for a special woman to meet. If you would like to talk, please call me at 000-000-0000 after six P.M. If I’m not home, please leave a message, your name and phone number on my answering machine and I’ll call you back.”

I hope to hear from you soon, Ed.

I read the letter several times and I thought about calling. I was hesitant because I had kissed a dozen frogs and so far, none had turned into a prince. But, after talking it over with a girlfriend, I thought, okay, I’d give it another try. This time, he might just be your prince charming.

I finally found the courage and looked past my insecurities. The phone rang several times and a woman answered. I wasn’t sure whether to hang up or leave my name and number. So I swallowed hard and left my message, just as a precaution that the woman was a daughter or the housekeeper.

“Hello, my name is Kay and I am returning a call from Ed. He will know who I am and what this is about. Will you please write my phone number down, it is 111-111-1111. Thank you, I appreciate it.”

She’ didn’t give me anything to go on. It was evident in her tone of voice, that I was a ‘female’ of interest to Ed. I waited several weeks for Ed to return my call. I admit, the phone call surprised me. I thought it was a lost cause.

I answered, “Hello, this is Kay.”

The man’s panicked voice said, “This is Ed. Please don’t hang up. I’m sorry that it has taken me so long to return your phone call. If you will listen, I do have an honest reason for the woman who answered my phone and the delay in getting back to you.”

“Okay,” I said, “But it better be good.”

“Kay, first let me explain about the woman. She was my former girlfriend who had stopped over to pick up some of her stuff that she left behind.”

My heart was pounding when I said, “Ed, it’s not okay if I’m wasting my time on a gigolo. It appears that this former woman has been a live in and maybe, she’s not on her way out. I think that perhaps, I should make my exit.”

“Please Kay, no, it’s not like that. I haven’t seen her in months. She just happened to choose the day that you called to pick up some things left behind when she moved out. I’m sorry that she answered instead of letting the machine pick up.”

“Okay, Ed, let’s say that I somewhat believe you. Tell me, why did you wait so long to call me? My girlfriend said that I should give you a chance before casting you aside. I might be wrong with my assumption, but I don’t think it’s funny to be trolling for a new partner.”

“Kay, I understand why you don’t trust me. I wouldn’t trust me either. But my old girlfriend didn’t write your phone number down correctly. I knew that I couldn’t find you in the phone book, because I didn’t have a name. I called the newspaper, but they weren’t cooperative. I finally convinced them that you called me and left your number, but the number I had wasn’t correct. When I mentioned that my former girlfriend had sabotaged me, the woman in the newspaper office became sympathetic. I swear, Kay, this is the truth.”

Ed called me several times over the course of about two weeks before I agreed to meet him. I chose an expensive restaurant. And the humorous tales of trial and error have continued since that night. We became engaged six months later and married almost on the date in August when we first met. I kept the letter all these years. It’s one of my most cherished mementos. We have been happily married for twenty-five years.

The following is the first of many poems that I wrote to Ed…

Secret Hideaway

I have a secret hideaway,
It’s tucked far away from view…
My inner self is happiest there,
And it can be reached only by you.

Happy day after birthday, Ed, and may God grant you many more.
Love, Kay

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October 8th, 2016



“Ready or not, here I come,” Spog said after he closed his eyes and counted to ten.joeandspog

Spog looked under the bed. Joe was not there so he began to look again.

Spog looked in the closet, but he was not there. So Spog decided to look behind the big green chair.

Where, O’ where did Joe hide, while playing hide ‘n’ seek?, Spog thought. I should have taken a sneak peek.

To peek was hard to ignore. Spog had never played the game before.

Spog looked behind the curtain. Joe was not there. That was certain.

Spog looked in the dog bed. Ralph lazily raised his head and winked an eye. He looked out the window and gave a reply, “Joe is outside and high up in the apple tree.”

Joe had hidden where Spog did not think to look.spogapplecvr
He had climbed the tree and cleared a comfortable nook.

Spog called out, “Ollie, Ollie oxen free.”

He flapped his arms like a bird to fly up in the tree.

Spog tagged Joe and exclaimed, “You’re it!”

Joe had been hidden well, and Spog thought the game of hide ‘n’ seek was swell.hidenseek

But Spog could not lie. Joe’s dog Ralph, had given the game away when he said, “Look in the apple tree.”

It was a clever place to hide, Spog could not deny. And great companions the boys were, and thereby, Spog flapped his arms like a bird in flight, and for the rest of the day, they sat in the leafy nook out of sight, and ate juicy apples and read a book.

Spog wrote in his diary that night while in bed, under the wide starry sky he gave a big drawn-out sigh.

“Earthbound fantasies fill my dreaming eyes. I have learned so much during my carefree days and I have made new friends busily sharing their love and helpful ways. I no longer feel like a castaway from a planet so far away. I am a child who joyfully plays. The world might change, but I won’t change my loving way.

Ready or not, here I come. I have much love and I’ll give you some.

The End


      Thank you for reading my short story blog today. I was feeling a little brighter and wanted to chase the blues away. But, I’m through here, so I’ll be on my way.

Until we meet again, go splash in mud puddles and play out in the rain.

Happiness is found in reading,

K. Lorraine

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Branding and Networking.

October 5th, 2016

Branding & networking

Branding and networking are probably the two most important facets of becoming a successful writer. Last night, my husband and I went to a social function at our church. It was a going away party for an associate pastor and his family. We didn’t know him well, because we have just recently moved back to town. But we had been shopping around for a new church family and figured this might be a good place to meet people and bond.networking2

We are not unfamiliar with the area since we lived here before, but had left for, as we say, “A three year vacation.” Coming back to the small community has renewed our faith in people (easy going ones) and a small town lifestyle.

Once upon a time, I was the Director for a large non-profit here, and my face was still recognizable to many guests at the party. I used the opportunity to pass around my business card and share stories about our absence from the community; our return to town; and of course, about the numerous books that I’ve since published. People were interested and thrilled to listen to our story and we, in turn, listened to theirs.

I pointed out that I had a website and that, by simply going there and exploring, they could learn more about me as a person, and as a  published author. I also mentioned that my blog was posted nearly every day, and by reading them, they would learn more about my writing style and whether it fit in their comfort zone. Another plus was reading the topics and subjects that I blog about.

networkingNetworking is one of the best ways to become known to your reading audience. By forming relationships with people in your audience, you can grow your fan base and your brand long-term. Needless-to-say, the networking I did with my church friends, opened doors for the opportunity to sell more books.

I received questions about whether my books were on the public library book shelves. Did I plan to host any upcoming book signings. And the ‘big question’ was, were my books available on Kindle in e-book format. The answer to these questions were all an astounding, YES. Everything I’ve written is available on CreateSpace, Amazon book, my website, and my blogs also appear on WordPress. You can follow me on Facebook and Twitter.

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Main site for K. Lorraine Books. Site features book sales, blog comments and information about her current romance and mystery novels.

To sum this up, the four rules of networking that a writer should keep in mind are mutualism, giving, targeting and reconnecting.

Mutualism is when you create a win-win relationships, making sure that you don’t benefit more than the other party.

Giving is helping someone out, before asking for anything in return. This makes people want to support you. For 100_6439instance, I’ve offered to participate in one of the senior friendship centers and share my adult coloring book, Fun in the Florida Sun, with the group who meet to enjoy in the latest trend… adult coloring. When I mentioned this last night at the going away party, I had some people ask whether my appearance would be announced in the Senior Friends newsletter. Of course, I had already made contact with the Director and we agreed upon the publicity.

Targeting is about how you want to be very specific to the types of people you network with, in order to save time and to attract the right people to your brand. An example of this is that I spent the greatest share of my social dialogue talking with people of my own age. There was a nice blend of Millenials, Gen X, Yuppies and my own ‘Baby Boomer’ generation.

Reconnecting is so important so we do not lose touch… that way, networking contacts remember you when new opportunities surface. In fact, my husband and I landed an invitation to adinner party and a few ‘let’s meet for dinner soon,’ invitations. I also reconnected with a former colleague from my working days as the Director for a non-profit.

These days, branding yourself as a writer isn’t enough. The world wants to hear what you have to say, If you aren’t building your own brand, you will ultimately suffer in lost book sales.

If you want to succeed, become an expert in your field, claim a website under your own domain name, connect with the media, and build relationships with your audience. Branding yourself keeps you current in your chosen field, opens doors for you, and creates a lasting impression.

BrandingBranding yourself isn’t entirely about who you are as an individual, but mostly about what genres you write about and about the quality of books that you offer. A strong brand influences your target audience and works overtime to engage those who may not have been targeted at all. A successful brand self-promotes, stimulates a unique experience, breathes loyalty, and offers consistency in the quality of products you offer.

I hope you enjoyed my blog about how a social event reopened some opportunities that were closed when we moved away three years ago. But, it was heartwarming to see so many warm smiles and open arms to welcome us back into the little—big city that we never thought we would be part of… again.

Happy Reading, K. Lorraine

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Disappointment–It’s a word in our human dictionary.

September 30th, 2016


It’s a word in our human vocabulary

Disappointment is the feeling of dissatisfaction that follows the failure of expectations or hope. Similar to regret, it differs when a person feeling regret focuses primarily on the personal choices that contributed to a poor outcome, while a person feeling disappointment focuses on the outcome itself.

I don’t like to bring faith into my blogs because I think the belief in a supreme being is a matter of choice, and faith kind of goes hand-in-hand with believing in a higher power. Believer or non-believer, we’ve all felt disappointment when life goes wrong.

When our prayers aren’t answered as we desired and our dreams become shattered, disappointment is the natural result. In the face of trouble, our natural tendency is to complain. Unfortunately, griping to others tends to drive people away. Nobody wants to hang around a person who has a self-pitying, pessimistic outlook on life.

Disappointment is uncomfortable, complex and stirs up a lot of emotions. It can leave you at loose ends about what to do next. Disappointment is something that you want to quickly get over, but it most often just settles in at the back of your mind and nags away at you for a while.

Think about a child who is disappointed over something that is usually trivial. They throw a tantrum, stomp their feet and cry. Within a short period of time, they have not forgotten about the piece of candy in their heart desired, but they’ve moved onto something else.

An adult doesn’t get off the hook so easily. The grown-up in us (maturity) takes time to think about the emotional versus rational side of our feelings. We know that we should just get over it, but we try to take matters in our own hands and fix the disappointment.

Disappointment can flow to the core of your inner self. Open-heartedness is a core value. Having an open mind and being willing to accept the flaws of people, places, circumstances or just not getting our own way are also core values that we tend to sidebar and remember disappointment is a fact of life.

My sister and I have worked together for years blending our talents. As siblings often do, we tend to annoy one anothercompdisapoint and step on each others toes. Maturity is often thrown out the window and two bratty girls duke it out like hooligans. I have learned through trial and error is to speak my mind calmly and suggest that she get down off her high-horse so we can work out our differences.

Do I know disappointment? You bet, I do. Recently, I spent a few days in putting together book proposals to send out to several different book outlets, stores and places I general where I could promote my stories. I’m not a name dropper so I’ll stay generic in the ins and outs of my disappointment.

It can take up to three months to get a response from a query, invitation letter or book proposal. But, one of the replies came in a short two days. The letter was short and lacked professionalism. I’m going to “quote” the body of the letter.

“I am the manager of the gift shop at the _______. I am writing to let you know that we are not interested in selling your books at this time. If you would like to pick up your books we can keep them for you until you are able to get them. Thank you for thinking of our gift shop and good luck with all of your books.

It was through my husband quizzing the store manager for a valid reason that his wife’s books were rejected, he was told, “Although the content of the stories was good, our panel found a couple of grammatical errors and one punctuation misuse.”

My emotions ran high needless-to-say. A couple of grammatical errors—and one punctuation misuse. Who do they think they are? was my overall thought. Is there anyone perfect? I think NOT!

Case in point # one… I stewed over my disappointment for a while and even entertained the thought of trashing the six children’s books in question. But, just because one out of the many outlets I had contacted rejected my stories, did not mean that all of the other sources would follow suit. The books were not a failure and I wasn’t a failure either.

Case in point # two… I take my work (writing), seriously. I divide my time between research, illustrating, and putting pen to paper. My time to brainstorm comes during my; ha-ha, relaxing/TV watching and in my sleep. I do get a few moments in the morning when my head is clear—so-to-speak. I thought that I had a genius of an idea.

During reading some other writer’s blogs, I noticed that many authors indicated people loved FREE things. I had tried this concept by giving away chapter-and-verse, the complete story of a book I was writing. The response didn’t meet my expectations, however, I was pleased with the increased foot traffic to my blog.

Disappointed? Maybe a little because I got a false reading whether the book would sell well. And then I wondered why not one of my family or close friends thought to buy any of my books. Here’s where my level of disappointment increased.

“Quit your whining and bitching about our lack of concern. I think you need to look at this as more about you eliminating yourself from the mix, rather than you being excluded,” a sister wrote me.

A voice inside my head said, “Settle down and think about this rationally.” So, I did. That same voice asked, “Why do you think that the comment wasn’t the truth and why do you think they should buy your books?”

“Hmm, good question.” Reading other author’s books and writing my own stories was my passion. Just because I would buy their books if the tables were turned, or just because I would buy Girl Scout cookies from a niece… you get the point. My answer to this dilemma was to estrange myself from them—just as they’d seemingly alienated me from them.

Wrong about the bitching and whining! I did take a long walk in their shoes. So, I wasn’t interested in a sister’s garden and that she canned her own fruit and vegetables. I wasn’t interested in the golf activities of several family members. I most definitely wasn’t interested in any of the backwoods camping trips, or tree-tapping for honey. They had their own interests and I had mine, “And never the twain shall meet.” So-to-speak… but to send me such a humiliating and demeaning remark was uncalled for.

I guess I still have blinders on when it’s about my family. According to the lifetime movie channel, families were to be not only loving, but they were supposed to be supportive because that’s what families do.

In my family, we are still divided. I’m disgruntled; btw… I looked up the word disgruntled, and it also means disappointed. I think they, collectively, are peeved at me, but that’s my assumption, because we don’t talk. The family feud continues.

The following is along he same vein as what I previously wrote, but it was written by another author.

“I have ‘bunches’ of friends, so I am happy. But when I send out a notice for them to ‘like’ my page. I get my ‘new’ friends and not my old ones (plus some family) that tend to ignore the request. So, in the future when ‘they’ send me a request to like, to play a game (which I actually hate the games) I will just hit the ignore button as they did to me. Whoops, that is right, there is no ignore button. So yes, I am good. Yes, I am still writing. Yes, I am happy. And thank you for letting me rant. ”

I responded, “I hear you. It’s the same for me, only I applaud that you at least get a FB LIKE from some of your family. I think it is human nature and we can’t fight it.”

Case in point # three…

I decided that I was going to try the FREE stuff giveaway again. I’ve been talking with other authors and inviting them to be a guest blogger. Well, that’s like pulling teeth on a kicking horse. So, I thought, I’m kind-of a newbie writer and I’m always reaching out for help to jump-start my writing career, there must be a few amateur writers who would jump through fire or walk on a bed of hot coals to be a guest blogger. Since I still liked the contest idea, I wrote a few advertisements and posted the on social media.

The prize package was well rewarding for the writer’s time and talents. In fact, I offered first and second place prizes. The duration of the contest was two weeks and the entry rules were spelled out clearly. So far, no one has entered the contest.

Disappointed? Well, maybe a little because I’ve spent thousands of hours writing stories, poems, blogs and non-fiction prose. All in the name of entering a writing contest. I’ve not only won numerous first place wins, second place wins, honorable mentions, but I’ve gained a world of knowledge and experience in improving my writing skills.

If no one submits a contest blog, yes, it will be momentarily disappointing, but I look at a glass of water and say it is half full.

Disappointment is the feeling of dissatisfaction that follows the failure of expectations or hope.

Did I set my expectations high? Yes, I did and I’ve elevated them higher. It is human to expect life to offer us the best that it has to give.

Have I given up hope? Not on your life… I write with passion.

Where do I find hope? I find it all around me. I see the good in the people who surround me with love and support my writing. In my knowing and all giving/loving God. In my fan base. My heart is overjoyed when they share their feelings with me. In the passion I have for writing and the enjoyment that moves me ever forward to share it with others.

Disappointment… why bother sweating over the things you can’t change. It’s just there—it will always be there. And disappointment is a disappointment in and of itself. I think the ‘Jeckle side’ of me, (disappointment) was in full force today as I wrote my blog, and the ‘Hyde side’ of me (rational, adult), took the day off.owldisapoint

Thank you for spending a little time with me and reading my blog.

Happy Reading,
K. Lorraine


If you have a favorite newbie author, I encourage you to read about this person through their Facebook posts, Tweets, blogs, book cover blurbs—whatever means of written insights you can find about this author. You just might find yourself on the ground level of reading some pretty incredible stuff.

I’m following the struggling career of a new writer and the more I read, the more fascinated that I become. I’ll keep on watching…

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BLOG–August 16, 2016 Thank You’s and Feedback

August 16th, 2016

TODAY’S BLOG…August 16, 2016




This one’s for you… Louise Stone.

I want to take a break from my regular blog today. Instead, I want to sidestep into talking about Thank You’s and feedback.

Today, I dedicate this chronicle to my editor, Louise Stone. She is not only a great proof reader and outstanding editor, but she is a remarkable woman. Louise is not only hard working, but she has an extraordinary knack to know what I’m thinking. I thought my husband was the only person who could read my mind.

Louise is not only my right hand… she is my eyes, she keeps me grounded… she is my friend and confidant. Louise posts all of my weblogs and uploads my art work. Does she ever complain? Well, rarely. Louise, you are my special gift and I’m humbled when I think of everything that you do… and how often I don’t I say, “Thank you?”

This one’s for you, Louise… I admire your drive.

Getting feedback is important. As children, we were taught to say, “Please and thank you.”

The following is a small part of an email that was sent to me by an inspiring author. I thought she made her point very well. So on impulse, I paraphrased some of her blog and added my own two cents.

She wrote. “As you publish your books, as you start your blog, as you get yourself out there more, you’re going to attract an array of people. Some will love you and resonate with you right away. Others may take longer to warm up to you.”

“And some people you’ll just flat-out rub the wrong way. The only thing you need to know and remember about that is this, there are billions of people in the world, and you only need a handful of them to make a living as an authorpreneur.”

“You just need to find YOUR PEOPLE. You don’t have to worry about anyone else. You can literally ignore everyone else and just focus on and speak to the readers you want to attract.”

“People love FREE”… a fellow writer once said.

I’m using this approach in my latest series of BLOGS. I’ve been working on putting together a Coffee table book for decades. But because the cost of this venture is high… I’m giving away FREE, the contents of my ‘want-to-be book’.

The visits to my website have increased, so I speculate that the word FREE has caught the attention of many eyes. I’m thrilled, because getting something for nothing is a good motivator. But, the way I see it is, FREE is a ‘win-win’ for the reader and me. “You are being exposed to beauty, talent, and culture. I am getting the benefit of growing my fan base.

Another writer acquaintance wrote, “As a writer, I am supposed to do a bit of ‘self-promotion’, so if I send you a ‘like” button, be a good guy and hit OK. The books are fun, I enjoy writing. I don’t sweat it until my editor gets on my back, telling me to ‘get to work! But anyway, she’s right… so, just click on the page, look at it, and leave a comment.”

We, writers, have what it takes, otherwise, we wouldn’t be doing what we are doing. We were born to create. We were born to write. We we were born to entertain you through our creative minds and our sinuous words.

Comments, reviews, ratings, criticisms, advice, opinions and feedback are the tools of our trade. They are our motivators, so-to-speak. They are our evaluation that defines whether we’ve hit the mark, or the caliber of the story wasn’t up to par. Writing is a slippery slope. We either ascend up the hill or we descend downward in a pitch of indifference.

A beautiful 98 year old woman simply wrote to a recent BLOG titled – UPSIDE DOWN Coffee table book, Day three, BLOG #3 – ROSES. … “Thank you.”

Another reader wrote, “Beautiful painting, K. Lorraine. Good luck with the book.”

Simple words are more than simple gestures. To me, they validated that these women weren’t too busy to acknowledge something of beauty meant something to them. In turn, they authenticated my special talents. Point in case, I hadn’t wasted my time, energy and hundreds of hours painting a vase of roses, or penning expressions of inspiration.

It’s easy for any of us to ‘should’ ourselves and say that I’m not good enough. I’m not special enough. When in fact we should be screeching an earsplitting cry that says, I AM a painter… and I was BORN TO WRITE… the world is waiting for me.

There’s an old cliché, that says, “You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.”

Well, I could fall down on bent knee. I could plead to all readers. Regardless if you liked, or (disliked) the story, BLOG, poem, article or whatever you perused. I could beseech you, on behalf of all who use the mighty pen and words, please leave some feedback. It’s no different than rating a product that you just purchased.

I have so many book fans who are always saying, “Thank you.” My Facebook notification box is filled numerous times a day with LIKES, comments and reviews. I am grateful for the oh, so many, worldwide book fans that follow my career. I’ve been tweeting lately, and I’m making headway there too. To everyone who takes the time to read my books and Blogs, “THANK YOU, each and everyone.”

When you’ve been given a gift, isn’t it polite to say, “Thank you?”

–Editor’s note:  When Kay asks for your feedback, she really does want your feedback.  It helps her  know what you like and don’t like. It helps her know what direction she should pursue next–more poetry; more novels; short stories, maybe a 2nd coloring book?  Your feedback is very important to her, so she knows what avenue to pursue next. Thank you for being one of her fans, and keeping up with her blogs telling you what is happening next!   Her thanks to you is heartfelt.        LRS

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