Buy TBBD & Support a Local Author! ♡☆

I’m awful at this advertising thing, so feel free to leave me tips. But in the meantime, there’s a giveaway for “The Bad Boy’s Dance” on Goodreads. Ending soon, so join now for a free, signed copy!

Also,  you can buy the book on Createspace for $17.50! It’s a great present if you have a teen or tween daughter,  or if you want a funny, stress-free romance!

I’d really appreciate it, and leave a pic of yourself with the book so I can send it out on my social media!

It’s Out! It’s About! Come and Get It!

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I’m not crazy about this cover, but I’m satisfied with it, and I actually prefer what’s inside, so….

IT’S PUBLISHED! AT LAST! TBBD is a reality and I’m so happy! Honestly, my first thought wasn’t what I would make because let’s be realistic. But the idea that people will read my book, people I don’t know it different areas of the world…it blows my mind. Thanks to all my readers. Without their support I’d probably have gotten distracted and lost interest around Chapter 10.

So, if by chance any of you are fans or even interested in the book, buy it and support a new college student and if you buy it, send me a picture of you with it! I’ll post it on my social media sites with the #TBBD and your name (so #TBBD_Katy)Also, I have a giveaway listed, if any of you would like to join that on Goodreads (it’s currently pending approval for 2 days but you can add it in the meantime).

*shriek* I’m so happy! Also I had my orientation a couple of days ago, so get ready for some serious digressing!

Link to my book here!

Peace, Love, & Coffee~~

Coming Soon to a Laptop Near You!

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I’ve posted before about my books, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to many of you that I’ve finally decided to self-publish. I’ve been editing for awhile, and I own the rights to this image, so no copyright hassle. I’m hoping to have it out within a week *fingers crossed*. It’s about 430 pages long (at least on Word), and I’m honestly proud of it. Sure, it’s not as meaningful as my other books, it is quite laden with cliche, and there were plotlines I could have improved on. But all in all, it’s a book i completed, edited, and saw through to the end. So I’m proud.

Free advertising always helps, so it would mean a LOT to me if you could help a sister out and spread the word? Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, WordPress (lol), Goodreads…I’ll take anything. So thank you in advance! Much appreciated!

I’ll definitely post again when I’ve officially published the book. In the meantime, here’s the link for the book on Goodreads !

Peace, Love, & Coffee~~

What’s YOUR Motivation to Get Out of Bed Every Morning?

Leave a comment with the answer. I’m honestly curious, because sometimes I just lit there and wonder, “What’s the point?”

Logically, I can answer that question a million times. To be with the people I love, to do things I love, etc.

But I wanna hear what motivates you to get out of bed every morning.

Besides your alarm.

Late Night Coffee Musings #3

I’m leaving for college in the fall.

God, it doesn’t even sound real. I’m leaving for college. I am departing for ‘life after high school’. The bird is leaving the nest. How am I supposed to leave? I can’t even do my own fucking laundry, let alone take care of myself when I’m sick or lonely.

I wanna take the world by storm. I wanna find what I’m good at and be excellent. I have ambition.It’s not pointed in any specific direction at the moment, but it’s there, and it’s powerful. But is it worth missing my brother’s first year of high school? Of making sure my little sister still laughs at all our jokes and doesn’t say the word ‘totes’? Or my best friend, my sister who’s going to be filling her college applications and going through the rollercoaster I went through.

(As I’m writing this, my youngest sister is trying to replicate Joey from Friend’s “How YOU doing,” and failing spectacularly.)

Everyone asks themselves what the point is of waking up every morning. Why should we get up, why should we try? I love my parents, but I want to help answer those questions for my siblings when they come up. I want my Mom to tell me good morning cheerfully, even when I look like an angry raccoon with bedhead.

It’s not like I’m vanishing for the next 4 years. I’m going to come home as often as I can. But I’m also not stupid, and I know that once I move out, things are never gonna be quite the same. And I need to learn how to let go so I can build something new, something potentially better.

I’m so excited for college, but I’m so terrified of letting go.

And God, I’m so scared I’m going to mess up. I’ve never really felt true fear in my life. I’ve been scared, sure, when we couldn’t locate my brother or my little sister fell asleep under the bed for hours and we couldn’t find her. But I’ve never been bone-chillingly terrified. Terrified that I will go against everything I believe in, against everything I was raised to protect myself against. Terrified that I’ll be so swept up in the moment, I’ll forget that that ‘s all it is. A moment. Just a blink in time that could cast a shadow on the rest of my life. I’m young and impulsive and about to go to move out for college at a good school that’s also a party school. If I start down the wrong path, I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough to pull myself off it. And if by some miracle I am, I don’t even know who I’ll be.

But that’s why we get up in the morning, I guess. To fight through another day, through another make more moments and more memories. To fight, so that one day you wake up, look in the mirror, and know you’re strong enough. You can win the fight with yourself, the urge to let what you want be what you can’t live without, to lose sight of what’s important.

It’s so, so easy to make the wrong choice. And that’s what I’m afraid of.

That my wrong choice has already begun.

Late Night Coffee Musings #2

I’ve always thought it was weird that people could just fall out of love. That they could share their heart and soul with someone, connect with them, and let them go. Doesn’t it hurt? Doesn’t it feel like a small piece of you leaves with them? I mean, I get it. He’s not the One. He’s not right.

But how do they do it?

Maybe it’s because I’ve never been in love. To be quite honest, I’m terrified of ever falling in love. At least, not any time soon. I’ve barely got a grasp on my sanity-adding the highs and lows of falling for someone would fuck me up in a major way.

I’ve had plenty of crushes though. When I scroll through my phone and see their name, it’s like a movie-reel plays behind my eyes. I’m blushing and giggling (later I want to slap myself), pillow talk at sleepovers with my best friends, the excitement and anticipation, standing in front of my closet and thinking, “I wonder what’ll happen today.” It’s a rush, a rollercoaster that never goes down.

But those are crushes.

I write books, and I’ve been told I simulate love almost flawlessly. The nerves, the anticipation, the butterflies-turned-elephants in the tummy. But my fatal flaw- I can’t quite capture heartbreak. I’ve never felt it. My heart’s bruised, but not from love. So how do I write about something I can hardly imagine?

This leads me to the whole point of this ramble. The intimacy, the romance, the connection-that I can understand. What I can’t is how you move on after you lose it. How you pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and think, “Just another day’s work. There are plenty of fish in the sea.” 

Maybe it’s because I’m still a silly, romantic teenager. Despite the sad reality of life that’s revealed to every day I get older, I still wholeheartedly believe in happy endings. In finding your person and just knowing that this is who you want to be with until your old and gray and senile. This is the person who’ll eat the lettuce off your plate because you hate them, who’ll listen to your rant for hours about a snide coworker (even if you know he’s only listening to about 40%), the person who’ll start a family with you, the person you’ll share a bed with and your heart with.

How do you move on from losing the possibility of that?

I don’t understand.

And I hope I never do.