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Meet Kiki Reynolds my alter ego – Episode 13: John Finds Kiki #KikiReynolds
Freshly turned thirty years old, living in New York City, Kiki likes to tell her life adventures one day at a time. Nothing fancy, nothing crazy, just the reminiscences of a girl whose spirit remains untamed, no matter what other people do to change that. Kiki’s proud to be a loner. Well, except when it’s Friday night and she’s downing scotch only to wake up six hours later with the worst hangover. Kiki should stay away from the scotch. And mean girls. And guys who think like stray dogs. Um so much work to do… Kiki’s slowly learning how to be a lady in this world of sharks.
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#BookReview The Wages of Sins by Greg Sisco
The Wages of Sin by Greg Sisco
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Greg Sisco amazes me once again with his impeccable prose and his merciless sense of humor. I was so excited to read about Tyr, Locki and Thor’s tribulations, I finished the book in three sittings. Sisco doesn’t believe in sparkly vampires who also feel; his Blood Brothers are no sissies. They kill for pleasure, and rule the Earth like the superior species they were born to be. Mingling with humans for more than a bloodbath shows weakness, and is unforgivable.
Now vampires aren’t immune to making mistakes. When it comes to wanting their fifteen minutes of fame, everything becomes a game – with dangerous consequences. Humans get turned, a former girlfriend gets pregnant with a little vampire fetus and the world starts the Millennium on a bittersweet note.
I cannot wait for Volume Three to come out. Is there a word that can describe how much of a fan I am of Sisco’s work? I don’t wanna say groupie, because I don’t follow Sisco around the world… yet. 😉 Great job as always.
#Indielicious Death By Chocolate
Oh, Sunday!! How about a lil excerpt from Death by Chocolate to get you going, huh??
I’ll start with Chapter 1. Enjoy!
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Hi. My name’s Julie, and I’m seventeen years old. Three days ago, I ran away from home. It wasn’t my first time and I’ll spare you most of the details. Anyway, since then, my life kinda turned upside down, to say the least.
I drove east, far away from the myriad of problems that filled up my existence. I didn’t really think of where I’d go and what I’d do once I left, but I didn’t care. I felt stuck in a world where I didn’t belong, and I wanted out.
My journey started on the road to Las Vegas. Despite being too young to gamble, I stayed in a cheap motel room until I’d figured out where to go next. I didn’t plan my escape very wisely. I didn’t even bring enough cash and as soon as the word was out, my parents blocked my checking account. Not enough cash, by the way, meant exactly seventy-five dollars and some spare change bulking up my wallet. Stopping by a pawn shop to sell my Cartier watch and make extra money was an option, but I decided against it. I liked my watch. And who knew, maybe I was going to need it in exchange for something much more important than a few gallons of gas?
I ate lots of junk food, but after a while I simply had enough of curly fries and onion rings, so I began stealing. Petty theft didn’t work out great, I realized. Drenched and hungry on one pouring afternoon, I ran into this old Gypsy woman outside a Dollar Store. I considered begging to buy a bag of chips. Pa-the-tic. The Gypsy came over and told me she worked as a psychic. Picture my reaction. I rolled my eyes and told her to find another victim, but she insisted I wouldn’t have to pay for anything, and she’d get me food! She really wanted to read my future.
What the heck? I let her.
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Note to Self (206) My Higher Power
Why am I up, checking my phone at 3 am? I always wake up around that time. Then I usually go back to bed and finally fall right back asleep just to slam the snooze button twenty minutes later with a grunt that would scare any other living being in the apartment – my cat got used to it by now.
I had the privilege to meditate today. For ten minutes, I sat in silence, in a room full of people, with the lights off. What a strange experience I must admit. There were probably a hundred people in that room, and we all sat there, perfectly still, not saying a word to each other for ten minutes. The ability we all had to respect each other’s spiritual journey was simply amazing. I honestly didn’t know what to do during ten minutes. I prayed. I thought about nothing – which for me is super hard to do. I listened to the silence. I focused on my breathing. Yet mostly, all I could managed to really achieve was this powerful connection with the moment present and my higher power, thanking him for being there, alive, healthy, safe and sound. How could a room full of people become so beautifully united for ten solid minutes but for the grace and the serenity of a higher power?
I surrendered completely to him when I crossed the threshold of these rooms. No matter where I am, I believe I am not enough without him. I cannot be without him. My purpose, my life, my entire existential journey is not solitary anymore since I’ve accepted him. And he brings me peace. He takes away the fears I held for so long within. I can finally breathe. I can finally enjoy every second I’m awake thanks to him.
There’s a psalm I like to read:
Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the way of sinners, not sit in the company of scoffers.
Rather, his delight is in the law of the Lord and on that law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree planted near streams of water, which bears fruit in its season and whose leaves never wither. In the same way, everything he does will prosper.
This is not true of the wicked, for they are like chaff that the wind blows away. Therefore, the wicked will not stand firm at the judgment, not sinners in the assembly of the righteous.
For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish.
Every time I read this, I know what to do. There’s nothing to fear because I have my higher power. I’m strong, willing and determined to change my life for the better. With my higher power by my side, I won’t fail.
And this is it for the philosophical interlude… Going back to sleep now.
Note to Self (205) Looking Through
I am writing about this girl who seeks a way out of her own insanity by escaping into this evil parallel universe after eating a psychedelic chocolate… Volume 1 was quite easy to put together, but Volume 2 feels like a drag. Ugh, I just want to focus on something else right now and my mind is not on it at all. It seems easier to write about Kiki who’s going through a difficult recovery than to keep going with Death by Chocolate. I guess I’m hitting a wall – writer’s block that is.
I have no problem writing though. I’m missing inspiration. That story isn’t dear to me anymore. I’ve grown, moved on, and all I want to work on is my other story which is much more complex than this one – The Manicheans.
Alright, difficult day for writing. I’ll leave it at that. We all have one of these days. Tomorrow should be better hopefully.
Meet Kiki Reynolds my alter ego – Episode 12: Kiki Has Recovery Issues #KikiReynolds
Freshly turned thirty years old, living in New York City, Kiki likes to tell her life adventures one day at a time. Nothing fancy, nothing crazy, just the reminiscences of a girl whose spirit remains untamed, no matter what other people do to change that. Kiki’s proud to be a loner. Well, except when it’s Friday night and she’s downing scotch only to wake up six hours later with the worst hangover. Kiki should stay away from the scotch. And mean girls. And guys who think like stray dogs. Um so much work to do… Kiki’s slowly learning how to be a lady in this world of sharks.
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Note to Self (204) Heartfelt
Why dance? Why sing? Why read? Why ride a bicycle? Why pet a dog? Why play football?
Why blog?
I heard that question once from someone I thought would understand, yet, it appears that person didn’t have a clue. It’s okay. Not everyone is supposed to understand what goes through my head. The answer is easy. Blogging makes me happy. I’m not writing about people because I like to gossip behind their back. I’m writing about me. My thoughts, my concerns, everything that bothers me, I jot it down because this process helps me. Blogging is my therapy. Some people run marathons, others go for a walk. I write to heal.
I know there’s no reason to justify my actions, but I want to be honest with myself, and with the world. This forum is public, and therefore accessible by anyone who wishes to read my words. I don’t want to entertain the idea I’m here to demean people, or lie about them. Certain individuals had a certain impact in my life I cannot ignore and must write about because I feel better once I purge all the bad memories they put me through. I’m not lying here. If I was lying, then what would be the purpose of this page? My readers wouldn’t know the real me. They wouldn’t care to visit this site. I’m not perfect, but I know I’m not a liar.
As a recovering alcoholic and addict, honesty in my sobriety is my priority. Not that it wasn’t before, because my motto has always been to stay true to myself, but I recognize I made choices and lots of mistakes that made me doubt my own truth more than once. Today however, I’m back in the clear, and am fully aware of what I need to do. Certain individuals won’t remain my friends, new people will enter my life and make it richer, and I will go with the flow, because I’m not in a bad place anymore. I learned to take things one day at a time, and let my emotions speak anytime I feel like it, thus the blogging will become much more intimate (although I’m pretty sure it was intimate before…). I guess I just want to stay real. No bullshitting anymore. No drama. If you don’t like what you read here, no one is forcing you to keep going. You can leave and may never come back.
I’m not afraid. The future is bright, it truly is, even if I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. I might just change everything about my life, but I won’t become someone I’m not to please a crowd that doesn’t even accept me for who I am. I’ve said this a million times, and I will repeat myself but this is me. Take it or leave it. And my heartfelt blogging will remain, whether you like it or not.
Now, Ladies and Gents, back to the fun stuff. 😉
Meet Kiki Reynolds my alter ego – Episode 11: Kiki’s Kitty Dies #KikiReynolds
Freshly turned thirty years old, living in New York City, Kiki likes to tell her life adventures one day at a time. Nothing fancy, nothing crazy, just the reminiscences of a girl whose spirit remains untamed, no matter what other people do to change that. Kiki’s proud to be a loner. Well, except when it’s Friday night and she’s downing scotch only to wake up six hours later with the worst hangover. Kiki should stay away from the scotch. And mean girls. And guys who think like stray dogs. Um so much work to do… Kiki’s slowly learning how to be a lady in this world of sharks.
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Meet Kiki Reynolds my alter ego – Episode 10: Kiki Gets a Phone Call
Freshly turned thirty years old, living in New York City, Kiki likes to tell her life adventures one day at a time. Nothing fancy, nothing crazy, just the reminiscences of a girl whose spirit remains untamed, no matter what other people do to change that. Kiki’s proud to be a loner. Well, except when it’s Friday night and she’s downing scotch only to wake up six hours later with the worst hangover. Kiki should stay away from the scotch. And mean girls. And guys who think like stray dogs. Um so much work to do… Kiki’s slowly learning how to be a lady in this world of sharks.
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