Tuesday, November 18, 2014

A Short Update

For those of you who are interested in COMING HOME, it's on sale on Amazon right now for .99 cents - but for one more day only!  It bumps to 1.99 after that for a couple of days before sliding back up to normal price at 3.99.

Here's the link to purchase it now.

Then once you're done - please leave a review here.  

Also, just a quick update - I was recently interviewed on Will Wilson's Indie Book Show - here.  It's about an hour long so if you're able to, tune in.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

The Indie Book Show

I met Will Wilson this past summer, when I found his page on Facebook for his Indie Book Show.  His show centers around up and coming Indie Authors, such as myself and numerous others.  It was an honor to be his guest on his weekly blogtalkradio show this past Friday.

For anyone that cares to, I'm posting the link here for your listening enjoyment.  He asks some insightful questions, but be warned as I was having some allergy and breathing problems.  Please excuse me when I sound out of breath.


Monday, October 13, 2014

Substantial Crush

My kiddo has had a crush on the same girl since 2nd grade.  On the first day he saw her, his smile lit up his face and he instantly began chatting her head off.  She was shy and was unsure about her new school and he made it his mission to befriend her and give her a great first year.

In third grade, (I'll never forget this) I was rushing him out the door for school.  He was dawdling ... like he always does ... and his face transformed from every day kid to a starstruck dreamer.  He smiled and stared out to nothing at all and said, "You know mommy ... I'm going to marry that girl someday and carry her over the threshold in her wedding dress.  I even know who my best men are going to be."  I blinked twice unsure of how to answer, told him that he was very sweet, and continued rushing him out the door for school.

In fourth grade, he wanted to start buying her gifts for birthdays, Christmas, or practically any other reason he could think of.  We'd arrange meet ups with her parents after school, at a nearby restaurant, so they could sit at their own table to exchange gifts.  This way no one at school saw it, because by now boys were making fun of others when they liked girls, who were still supposed to be gross.

In fifth grade, he came home and told me that he'd asked her to dinner and excitedly exclaimed that she said 'Yes!'.  I again blinked, because I wondered just how he was going to pay to take her out to dinner or drive her there - and joked about it.  I asked him just when where they going and where, to which he replied ... 'I'd like to take her somewhere expensive and it's this Friday night'.  At this point - we had a talk about clearing things through me first as I already had plans that night.  We also discussed my budget, as I couldn't afford to buy the two of them an expensive dinner.  Then we talked about age appropriate dating ... and that when he was old enough to drive and pay for her dinner ... then he could take her on a date, if her parents agreed.  Needless to say, I took them to an early afternoon snack at a local drive in, so he could fulfill his promise to her and take her to dinner.

This year, he doesn't talk about her much, because he's in sixth grade ... and hey, he's a dude.  Guys don't talk about girls ... but every once in a while he'll bring her up with me and clue me in on what they talked about that day.  I get a glimpse of his heart and it makes me smile.

Last week, we had a sweet conversation that went a little like this:

T: "I think I want to get (insert any girl's name) a Christmas gift."
Me: "What do you think she'd like?"
T: "um, I don't know..." (he thought for a few seconds) "you know we can just get her something sparkly. Girls like that kind of stuff." (He thinks some more) "no forget that ... She's much more substantial than that. I'll have to put some thought into it."
It blows me away that he is so invested at such a young age.  He's so tender hearted, and obviously very thoughtful.  I don't know if he'll grow out of his crush with this young girl, who is equally as sweet by the way.  But what I do know is that he is going to make a great husband one day.  And I pray for his wife, that she'll love his tender heart, appreciate his loyal spirit, and give back 110% to him what he gives to her.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Newest Review for COMING HOME

Imagine my surprise when I woke up on Sunday to messages and comments from friends and family like ... "Great review" ... "Congratulations!"

I had no idea what they were referring to as I didn't know anything was being written or going into our local paper, The Oklahoman.  So I quickly got my iPhone and looked up their online paper, newsok.com and found this story:

“Coming Home” by Kimberly McKay
(CreateSpace, 340 pages, available at Amazon.com)

I liked getting to know the spunky but broken Anne LaSal in Oklahoma author Kimberly McKay’s “Finding Kylie” and “Facing Redemption,” so it was a treat to get more of her story in “Coming Home.”

Anne is the best friend of main character Chastity in the two earlier books written by this budding writer. McKay, who at one time worked for The Oklahoman, does a great job of setting up the suspense — will it be romance or sparks? — when Anne agrees to be on the popular “Broadcast Affair” network show without learning who the show’s bachelor is for the season.

In “Facing Redemption,” readers learn that Anne is coming fresh off a nasty breakup and breaking free from a sad past when she agrees to be on the show. Realizing she has nothing to lose, she’s maybe even ready for a bit of fun and adventure. She finds that and so much more on this journey of self-discovery.

Anne’s growing up as a military brat helps prepare her for the drama of being on a dating reality television show along the lines of “The Bachelor,” where numerous girls compete for the affection of one man. The dilemma she faces is whether to believe Chad Chambers is truly a nice guy she could actually fall for or just a really skilled actor.

Readers might be tempted to settle into “Coming Home” as a typical romance novel, but McKay throws in enough curves to keep the reader furiously turning pages to reach the finale.

Mckay does a good job of making her characters real and relatable. They know loss. They have to rely on their faith. They want to love, but they’re full of all of the emotions anyone is subject to when opening up to this most vulnerable of feelings — fear, insecurity, uncertainty and hope.

“Coming Home” is a fast read with main characters that pique the reader’s interest and draw compassion. Side characters add just the right amount of trouble.
McKay uses a deft hand in weaving elements of faith into the story. The characters face a realistic struggle between romantic interest and purity, but there’s no unabashed evangelism. Anne’s talk with her new friend Kamryn gives readers a great analogy of the difference between a true relationship with God and empty religion.

— Tricia Pemberton,
for The Oklahoman

Sunday, September 07, 2014

Revisiting a Piece of Home

So as a brat, moving every few years my tenure in most states includes a coupe years of middle school here - year of junior high there - and maybe if I'm lucky I got a longer stay for high school.

I spent two years of my high school in the state of Virginia, twenty miles south of D.C. - then my dad's next duty station took us overseas for my junior & senior years.  At this point, it hit hard as I'd finally felt like I'd come into my own as a teenaged girl and suddenly I was forced to pack up and move away from all close my friends and my comfort zone.  As a military brat, you get used to this sort of thing but it's not like you love it all the time.

Long story short ... my older sister and I are going back this weekend for her class reunion.   She also attended this same school, and had to leave right before her senior year. Although it's her 30th high school reunion - it's also an 'all class reunion' as our high school is celebrating its 50th anniversary.  Since Virginia is one of the few places we lived in more than once, I was lucky enough to spend some middle school and high school years in this same place.  Even though I'm accompanying her back to revisit her roots, we're both going to see some close friends that we've still stayed in touch with all these years.

On top that I've got classmates from my DOD high school in Japan, where I actually graduated, who are living in this same area now.  So I'll get two reunions all in one.  I'm so blessed to have my military brat friends to spend my day with on Saturday.

Along with catching up with our friends, my sis and I will probably spend time driving around our old neighborhood, and take a short trip to revisit our favorite places like Occoquan and IKEA.  All the while, I'll be taking mental notes as my next book is taking place in Virginia.  It's been a while since I've been there so I'll have to refresh my memories for my new character, Paige, and step through the state as if in her shoes.  I'll have my own weekend, all the while thinking what would Paige like or prefer?  How would Paige take this in?  What would she want to eat?  Would Paige love the Potomac as much as I do? If so, what would she be doing alongside it?  How will she and her friends get along and where will they hang out?

I know right?  It's a weird world inside my head sometimes.  I'm just ready to catch up and take a walk in Paige's shoes and revisit my roots in mine.  I'm a firm believer you can never go back.  I don't believe is glorifying the old days.  However I think it's good to keep in touch with a few solid friends and taking time for them and yourself.  This trip will be good for my sister and I to do together as we both had to suddenly leave a place we loved, for the unknown.  Although the next step in our journey was equally as great, Virginia is one place we left a piece of ourselves in.

It will be good to go home.

Wednesday, September 03, 2014

Humbling Responses

This was a review on Amazon, which was left recently for Finding Kylie.  Between reviews like this ...  and supportive texts (see below) from some of my favorite blogger buddies, like Terri, about COMING HOME - I'm so happy.

Sometimes God gives me inspiration on what needs to be included in my books ... sometimes I pray - not knowing - and it just evolves from there.  Either way I have to believe they're just as they should be -- with a message for someone who needs it.  So keep reading America and let me know how each book has touched you.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Long Story But the Point is Worth it ...

I started a new full time job, on Friday, which means I now will not be able to go to any of the home games for The University of Oklahoma. (BOOMER SOONER!)  When I took the position, I told them I already had plans for Saturday, or yesterday.  It was the first game of the season - and we had a huge family tailgate planned and everyone was counting on me begin there.

It was in the high nineties yesterday with no cloud cover.  So to say it was hot was an understatement.  Some of the ladies around me literally had their makeup melting away as the heat had them drenched.   My sister had an awesome mister bottle that she kept spraying us with, and we had nice fan plugged in so we could get some air ... but it was still sweltering.

The reason I love these things is that all of our friends and family stopping in to visit and eat.  We all bring something and usually there's a ton of food.  We have our standard group of people in our tent, and they all usually bring something to contribute.  The tents next to us all know each other, and we all share food and swap stories.

However yesterday we had some people there that were not invited by us. Although they weren't total party crashers, as they were family members of of some friends, but they still came empty handed and sponged off everything in sight.  Okay ... I shouldn't say empty handed. They brought their own beer... but they didn't pack water for their own children.  So they ate all our food and let their kids fend for themselves.

(OKAY HERE'S THE MOM IN ME ROARING) What kind of parent packs beer for themselves, but doesn't plan ahead for a hot day for their child????

We ended up giving the kids, who were within minutes of exposure to the heat flushed, a ton of water to drink, which meant we didn't have our own water to drink.  I'd happily go without water to make sure a child was taken care of, but I thought it was a shame that I was caring for kids, as their parents partied down at the end of my tent.

Needless to say, I didn't have enough water, and by the time I climbed 76 steps to get to my seats in the stadium - I felt light headed and thought I could pass out.  BUT I kept my mouth shut because I know when it comes to games, my husband is zoned into football and heaven forbid I upset the apple cart.

He bought us both an strawberry freeze, and I thought something ice cold would be good for me, as I was feeling overheated and worn out. Within ten minutes of eating it - it felt like I bottomed out.  My head was pounding, my stomach was raging, and the noise of the crowds around me felt like it was ringing through every nerve in my system.  I felt like I was going to explode ... that's the only way I can describe it.

To add insult to injury ... I have a problematic tailbone from an old injury.  My husband forgot to bring something comfortable to sit on, so the hard benches had my tailbone in so much pain that I sat on either side of my behind to keep pressure off it.

Is that enough going on all at once?  I couldn't believe that a 42 year old was having so many issues.  I mean it felt like I should have be 65 with all that was happening in that moment.

Long story short ... I made it through one quarter.  My husband, although having a hard time understanding why I was having issues, stood me up and we left to pack up the tailgating gear.  It took another hour to get it all packed away.

He'd parked maybe 50-60 yards away in an apartment parking lot, with a note in the windshield, which let the apartment management know that he was a visitor.   We usually park about a mile away, and pay 20 bucks or so.  However a family friend told us to use his friend's apartments to park in, saying that we had permission to do so, if we put a note on our dashboard.

After my husband finished toting everything over to the back of the truck, he came back to get me near our tailgate (I was resting in a chair) and asked me to walk over to get in the truck.  He lifted up the generator and hauled it back to finish packing everything away.

When I got in our truck, I glanced to his back wind shield and noticed a large X had been shoe-polished on it.  I didn't think anything of it as I was just trying to lift myself up into the passenger side.  Once we got out of the parking lot and headed toward home, my cell phone rang ...

It was my mother in law and she said her car had been towed.  She parked where we did, with the same sort of note on her dashboard.  We asked her what happened ...

Apparently, the girl that gave them (and consequently us) permission to be her visitor gave us the wrong information.  She said all we had to do was leave a note on our dashboard saying we were visiting her.  However the apartment manager requires an official blue pass issued from their office, which none of us had.

212 dollars later my mother in law got her car back, which also had an X shoe polished on their car.

Long story short ... although my day had downward spiraled into a dehydrated, over heated, geriatric back, with a frustrated and abrupt husband kind of experience ... it was all used for our good as we were slated to be towed away.  Not only could we not spare 212 dollars at the moment, but we would have had no way to tote all that tail gate gear back to Oklahoma City.

Once we got home, my over anxious husband returned to his normal sweet self and actually thanked me for getting sick.  LOL.  God's plans were bigger than his expectations of what game day should be like.  He could have stayed and had a great game day ... and watch all four quarters of bliss ... only to find his truck gone.  I think he'd rather go home in a piss-poor mood, than to have to shell out money for his truck.