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Free isn’t Necessarily Free Blog March 27, 2017

March 26th, 2017


Don’t make the same mistake that I made.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 “FREE”

Nothing is ever FREE… as advertised on the internet or in those email promotional ads. You know, the ads that say get it “FREE,” such as, get “FREE” makeup samples or cleaning samples. And all you need to do is fill out a simple survey.

Well, I thought, hmm, why not fill it out. I’d like some free samples of products. It’ll only take a few minutes.

Trust me, don’t do it. Thirty minutes later, I was still going from screen-to-screen answering questions. And to top it off, I never did get to the product offer that I wanted to try FREE. And then I did find something that I thought was a winner. So, I clicked on the product and here we go again. Screen after screen of redundant questions. But, this was it.
I was now into an hour of time wasted. And okay, I forgot to mention that you never have to pay postage on any FREE item.

Huh! Remember, I had already checked on a product. And I went through the entire question/answer promotional come-on. But, low, and behold, I got to the bottom of the survey and it said, “Just pay $4.95 shipping & handling costs.”

Now, I was outraged. So, I didn’t finish the FREE promotion. I logged off and went back to work. I was in the middle of writing letters of intent to Barnes & Noble. You see, I have five books ready to pitch to them in hope that the books will be accepted.

It wasn’t any more than fifteen minutes later and the phone rang. Yup, it was a telemarketer trying to get me to try sample products. And all I needed to do was answer a few simple questions.

Needless-to-say, I asked to be put on the no call list. But, the calls kept coming all day. I must have said a dozen times. “I’m on the do not call list. Please don’t call me again. I don’t want any FREE sample products and I don’t want to answer any questions.”

But, will this stop me from getting more telemarketing calls? DOUBTFUL.”

You can be rest assured that nothing in this world is completely FREE. There’s always a catch. These FREE promotions are a sales gimmick. I knew better, but I’m as guilty as the next guy. If I can have something for FREE, I’m gonna take it.  But, all the great reading stuff on the K. Lorraine website, is FREE. You ask, “What’s the catch?”

The catch is, I’m building my BRAND. Offering something FREE is a smart promotional tactic. K. Lorraine is a product. I write books to make money to pay my bills. To make this happen, I need to get people to know me. And a way to do this is by offering a sample of my writing skills, FREE.

You become more familiar with the name K. Lorraine, the more times you see it in print. You become more aware with the types of books, I write, when you read one or two. You become better informed with the person behind the name, the more blogs you read about me.

I give my books away FREE in the Reading Room, to draw you as an avid reader to my webpage. As I said before, I have a ‘catch too.’ I need you to become more aware of the author in me. I write blogs & books to entertain my audience. I write because I love what I do. I write because I want to amuse you. I want to make you think…

Footnote – think about this.

I just got an internet promotional ad. “FREE” Obituary Search. You can bet that I’m not going there…
BECAUSE, I just might find myself there…

Until next week.
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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March 13th, 2017

Poll for a new blog 

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My casual at home attire.

March 13, 2017

Author’s Message:

Disability has no boundaries. Creativity and imagination come from the mind, not of the limbs. Anything is possible. 


Creativity, talent, artist+ disability = Handicapable.

I wrote up a whole page of notes before I started this week’s blog.  This blog is about a NEW blog where people with physical challenges can learn new things. It’s also a place where you can share your stories. This webpage is not for political or religious views. It is a website for social fun. It’s also just in the planning stage.

But, I’m excited about it. It’s taken me a long time to get to the place where I could share my own disability. I’ve never wanted people to feel sorry for me. But even though I’m in my 60’s, I still get people who come up and hug me. Or, they lay a hand on my shoulder and with their puppy dog eyes say, “Oh, you poor dear.”

This situation happened to me the other day in the supermarket. I was polite to the woman. I showed my pearly whites in a big, bright smile, and said, “God Bless you too. But let me share with you that I’m a successful woman who is a published author. I’m an artist, a wife and a mother. I’m a college graduate and I was the Director of a nonprofit for several years until I retired. And, oh, I have an exceptionally high I.Q.”

I smiled again and said, “Have a nice day.”

Needless to-say, her jaw hit the floor.

I don’t spend my days planning a ‘pity party.’ I do spend some days, though, planning a house party with friends.

So, I thought, maybe the time was right to write my weekly blog about people with disabilities. I know that my calling and purpose in the world is to inspire, motivate, educate and empower. And that’s what I hope reading this blog will do.

I am a creator who wants to change the way people think. And I want to challenge those with a disability to read this blog. This blog is also a makeshift poll to get an idea if it’s something that’s needed. 

I’ve challenged myself to do what matters to me. But I need to do first things first—before I let the rest of the world in. And now it’s the weekend. I could skip the weekend and not write. It’s a gorgeous day here. The temperature is in the 80’s. But, writers don’t get to take days off. And I write a weekly blog that comes out on Monday. I feel like this is a nudge from the Universe for you to jump into the challenge and write a comment. You can instant message me on Facebook, or email me at

Here’s the thing—a writer can’t separate herself from an idea. Because I’m the idea. It’s me and me alone.  My idea is to have a website where you can come. You can read what others write about.  After all, they might have similar problems. You can get information that might be just what you are looking for. You can also share your thoughts and experiences as a person with a disability.

I’ve researched this idea. There are websites dealing with products and services. But, I didn’t find anyplace like the one I have in mind. When I first started out online in 2011, I just had a blog. It was simple, but I did gain hundreds and even thousands who read it.

Back then,  I was struggling with just doing the writing. But I kept going. Years later, my computer guru, Jeannie, and I got together and created the K. Lorraine website.

And then I realized that I wanted to be a successful fiction book author.  I spent years on writing and publishing books. I’ve spent over six years in promoting my brand. I’m proud of myself for the ground I’ve covered over the years. It’s been a lot of work for little pay.

I wrote my New Year’s Resolution and posted them in the January blog. I was excited and wanted to take action in this new year. But here’s the thing—I’m me. Which means everything that I create, every idea I have, everything I write… that’s all me.

It’s the first part of March and I’m so close to meeting a few of my resolutions. But, I’m a multi-passionate writer. I’m a big-dreamer and believer in magic… I’ve always been. And my words are my legacy. I’m a believer that I CAN do all the things I have planned to do this year.

And that clarity forced me to see what I wanted to do. I want to have an impact on the world. I’m a writer, and it’s inbred in me. But now, I’m allowing myself to let out that other side of me. I want to inspire, motivate, educate and empower you. I’m a person with a disability and I’m proud of my accomplishments.

THAT is what I’m here to do… So that’s what I’m going to do. I hope with the help of Jeannie, a computer whiz, we can create another dream that I have. Before I hang up my computer, I’m going to be the writer and author I want to be.

And I’m going to write about it. I’m going to share my thoughts on it. I want to blog about the things I’ve learned living a life using a mobility device. I hope that my new blog will inspire, motivate and empower you to create your own version of your dream life.

Now this isn’t unlike most of what I’m already doing. It’s just now I’ll be doing it with a new vision and purpose.  I’m finally giving myself permission to cut back on the stories I write.

I want to focus more on my blogging. I want to focus on the artistic side of me. I’ve always loved fashion and design. And now, I want to share the Fashionista in me with you.

I don’t know if you realize that as age sets in, my disability becomes more challenging.  I’ve spent years of searching the world for fashion ideas that work for a seated lifestyle. I even rolled down the runway, modeling fashions that I designed. Simply because off-the-rack clothes just didn’t ‘cut it’.

There’s no point in waiting. I know the type of writer that I want to base my legacy on. I know disability. I know how to shop on a budget. I know where to find on-line trendy fashions. I know how to be comfortable at home, and I know how to be comfortable in the workplace.  I know how to be fashionable regardless that I have a physical disability.

The truth is, I’d never be ready to make this leap. Invest in the course, or step into the work is my heart’s desire to do in the world. So that’s why I have to just jump, right now.

Tomorrow is never guaranteed. All anyone has is right now. And right now, is the time that seems right for me. I’ve given myself the permission to go for it, and trust that what I feel inside is real.

It’s time to go after my dreams. So, please respond to my blog/poll and give me your thoughts about the upcoming new blog called “No shoes required.”

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MY FIRST BLOG EVER….March 1, 2011

March 6th, 2017

A blog from 2011

I found this interesting.

Yesterday, March, 3, 2017, Facebook notified me about my anniversary date. I had been a FB member for six years. Six years… that didn’t seem possible. So I thought, ‘Voila,’ here’s my blog for the week of March, 6, 2017.

March 1, 2011

My First Blog Ever… 

Welcome to K. Lorraine Books,

This is my first blog, and I’m finding it one of the most challenging things I’ve ever done. My editor and publisher, told me that I needed to embrace technology.

She said, “I want you to write a blog.”

I asked, “What’s a blog?”

So, I looked up the word, ‘blog.’ The Webster Dictionary said, “It’s to write about (an event, situation, topic, etc.)”
I thought, Okay, I can do this…

Blogging was an amazing way to communicate with people all over the world. I’m a writer, and I need for my artistic work to spread around the world. I needed to get readers to follow me. I needed my name to become known as a storyteller. I needed to build my ‘Brand.

This was new to me. After all, I was now a retired Director of a nonprofit organization. I did my fair share of writing, but it was grant writing that I did .I had been writing fiction stories for many years. But, I never published. I’d started writing by putting pen to paper in the 1960’s when I was in high school. I soon learned how to use an electric portable typewriter. I thought, What amazing technology!

A short time later, the computer became my tool for writing. And this became the new-fangled way to replace both dinosaurs… Me and the typewriter.

Again, with the ‘Wow,’ but I imagine by now, you are thinking, she must be really old!


It’s hard to believe that I now write a weekly blog…. Who would have ever thought that technology would bring a seasoned 1960’s writer thus far?

I opened my mind to blogging. It’s connected me to the digital age. It became a quick way to inform my upcoming fans about my stories. The blog was a free way for me to promote my books. I’ve been able to use my blog to answer your questions. You just needed to click on the comment link at the end of the blog to leave a remark or to ask a question.

I’ve come to learn blogging was a twenty-first century way to introduce a young audience to an old timer. By the way, I figure this has also made me a pretty neat chick.

The most exciting part about this is, I’ve been able to keep you updated with my latest work. You are able to read a tickler about a romance or mystery story that will be out soon. In my blogs, I inform you about new FREE stories available in the K. Lorraine Reading Room. By the way, there are two books FREE available for your reading enjoyment.

But, I hope that you enjoy reading the variety of topics I write about. I’ve come a long way, ‘baby,’ in the past six years. I actually know what building my ‘Brand,’ means. And, I’m so grateful for the many new Cyber friends who follow me on Social Media sites. And don’t forget, they also buy my books.

I use several formats to write my books. These include: short stories ,and novellas, and also novel length books. I may even offer a coupon code that you could get a “discount” on one of my books before it appears on the bookstore shelf. After all, who doesn’t love a good book and a great bargain.

My first publication was a fun, light-sexy, life-altering short story. Here is an excerpt to get your curiosity piqued. Next Generation: Love in Silence. Enjoy!

Juke needed to satisfy his curiosity about earthlings. Sonoma wanted to know about what kind of a relationship she could have. She was human and Juke was an extraterrestrial.

Humanity crossed a threshold and romantic tension grew when the two fell in love. Juke was ambivalent to staying on Earth. And Sonoma decided that leaving Earth could expand her mental ability. She could evolve beyond her wildest expectations.

The book, Next Generation: Love in Silence, is a short story based on Romeo and Juliette. It is still available for purchase.

So, I ask you, please follow my blog and return often. My books are available in e-book format at the Amazon Kindle store. And paperback at Createspace.

I look forward to hearing from you soon. Comments and reviews are always welcome.

Alien Hugs,

K. Lorraine

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March 1st, 2017

BLOG Wednesday, March 1, 2017                                                                
A new book to read…

Book #2 is now available in the Reading Room. Read the full story now!

‘Dark Secret’, is the first story taken from the Mia Perez Me-Time stories.

This book contains adult language and sex scenes.

Genre: Adult fiction, romance, medical, inspirational, family life

My name is Mia Perez and this is my story.

Dr. Robert Chase was at the top of his game as a world class neurosurgeon. And then, a beautiful Brazilian Beauty Pageant winner enters his operating theater.

Regardless that there is a vast age difference, Dr. Chase is bewitched by his lovely patient. And she becomes intimate with her older doctor.

“I don’t care which one of us is the biological father to this baby”, the doctor said. “All I know is that I love you and I will love this child as my own”.

Read how Mia Perez learned to face adversity and challenges with determination and humor.

Next week’s blog will be more about the Mia Perez series of stories FREE in the Reading Room.

Coming soon to the Reading Room… the next story in the life of Mia Perez.

‘He Took my Child’.

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