First Book Signing = Success!

There is so much I could say about this book signing, but instead I've opted for a photo album approach. Enjoy :-)

First, I walked into the library to find this in front of the main desk. I didn't get a chance to find out who took the time to draw this, but I gave them a great big imaginary hug in my mind.


  Part of being a self-publishing author is being your own PR specialist. So, yeah, I had to take a picture of my first effort at making a flyer.

 

Photo credit to Ashley —>

 Sometimes I like having an artist friend...and sometimes I LOVE IT!!!! This was a marker board in the Konnie Room, on the wall beside the signing table.

My first signing :-)

 <—Of course, haha.

Rach gave me violet colored flowers as a congrats gift. :-)

And Ashley gave me this.

Before hot water...





After hot water (below — start from left)

 Yep...both my friends know me pretty well :-)

Anyway, that's pretty much it. I'm very happy with how the signing turned out, and I'm grateful to everyone who supported me during this process. Now that I know planning something like this isn't too complicated, you can bet there will be more events in the future. To all those who bought a copy of Violet Eyes, I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Thank you, and happy reading!

How I Know I'm Old...According to my Sisters.

"What do you want to do tonight, Katie?" My little sister looked up at me with hopeful eyes. She loves it when I babysit, especially on Friday nights.

"I dunno, what do you want to do?" I asked in return, shrugging my shoulders like the vultures in The Jungle Book.

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you." Then...crickets.

It's times like that when a hard truth hits me square in the face. I'm on the far end of a very large age gap between me and my two little sisters, ages eight and nine.

The thing is, I've been noticing this a lot lately. Most of the time, it only happens when I'm discussing movies with the girls, but there are other signs of a gap between us. If you don't have siblings who are much younger (or much older) than you, it might be hard to understand. But sometimes I think I know how my parents must have felt when I was small.

Just for fun, I tried to find the top five "really old sister moments" I've experienced and put them together for your enjoyment. Who knows? Maybe you can relate.

1. As previously indicated, they don't get any of my classic cartoon Disney references unless the movie has been released from the vault on DVD. Sometimes not even then. Some major movies will never go out of style: Cinderella, The Lion King, etc. But I can't help noticing that my sisters remember more about the sequels than the originals. They can quote The Lion King 1 1/2 all day long, but they look at me like I'm crazy when I start belting out Be Prepared at the top of my lungs. Of course, they tell me it's because I'm "being weird," but I'm not convinced yet. And when it comes to lesser known movies (nowadays) such as Robin Hood...well...it's best to let sleeping dogs lie. They watched it on Netflix, and I'm still icing that blister.

2. They roll their eyes if I start dancing to my music while I'm cleaning. Hey! Kids don't have a monopoly on having fun. However, they've apparently cornered the market on cool dance moves. My layman's version of the moonwalk doesn't quite cut it with these little critics.

3. They ask me to tell them about a time before Game-boy Advance, DS, and X-Box. Ummm...I had a huge Game-boy Color that weighed five pounds, made little blipping sounds when I pressed the control buttons, and all the graphics were pixelated. Just kidding, not really. I actually don't remember my old GBC that well, because I was more of a reader/ movie watcher/ go-outside-and-play-with-a-stick kind of person.* However, I do remember owning a Tamagotchi back in the late 90's. To show the girls or not to show the girls? That is the question.

4. I'm out in town, and someone compliments me on my "lovely daughters." Okay...I'll give the general public that one. My sisters do look a lot like me. But the girls aren't small anymore, and it makes me wonder how old I look, ha ha.

5.  "I love my brother, my sister, my Dad, my Mom...and Katie too." My youngest sister was only six at the time, and she was trying to be nice to me. That was the first moment I realized she thinks of me as another adult in the house, not a kid. Needless to say, it was kind of bittersweet, yet it pretty much sums up our relationship. I'm at that unique point where I can mother them without having the responsibility of being their mother; but I can still relax, let loose, and just be their sister.

There it is — the top five "really old sister moments" of my life. If you have any experiences with small children who are close to you (they don't have to be your siblings), please don't be shy. Share them in the comments section. Maybe someday I'll have to update this list to include all the differences between twenty somethings and "the next generation."

* I'm not anti-video games. Most of my closest friends are gamers. I just wasn't as into that stuff when I was little, save for a few selections (Harvest Moon). If I had discovered Zelda back then, that might have changed, ha ha.

Poetic Gems: Entry One — "The Reading Mother"

I'm not a big fan of poetry, but every now and then I find a gem that touches me deeply. This one is special because my Mom read to me a lot when I was little. She read me so many books that I could sight read most words by the time I was in Kindergarten. Love for reading begins when we're very young, as well as our taste in literature (in my opinion), and God blessed me with a mother who knew that.

On behalf of all children whose mothers read to them when they were small, I'd like to say thank you.

Thank you very much.

The Reading Mother

By Strickland Gillilan

I had a Mother who read to me

Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,

Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,

"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath.

I had a Mother who read me lays

Of ancient and gallant and golden days;

Stories of Marimon and Ivanhoe,

Which every boy has a right to know.

I had a Mother who read me tales

Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,

True to his trust till his tragic death,

Faithfulness blent with his final breath.

I had a Mother who read me things

That wholesome life to the boy heart brings —

Stories that stir with an upward touch,

Oh, that each mother of boys were such!

You may have tangible wealth untold;

Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.

Richer than I you can never be —

I had a Mother who read to me.

 

February 2014 Favorites

It's that time of the month again, when I come to you and give my thoughts on random things. There's not a whole lot this time around, because I've been sick for most of February and doing nothing but watching Netflix. But there are a few stand-out items I've found, and I can't wait to share them with you.


Favorite Book: I've only read one book this past month, but I thought it was worth mentioning. Mira Mirror, by Mette Ivie Harrison, is about the magic mirror that Snow White's stepmother possessed in the classic fairy tale. But the story is not about Snow. Instead, it tells the tale of what happens after the stepmother disappears and the mirror is abandoned in the woods for one hundred years. Mira, the young girl who was trapped inside the mirror by the witch in order to make it magic, retains her sanity with a yearning to be human again. Then, when she is just about to give up hope, another young girl finds her in the forest. She is lost, innocent, frightened...and the perfect tool for Mira to regain her humanity.

Don't make the same mistake I did and think that this story must be romantic because it's a fairy tale. In fact, if you're looking for a love story, this book will probably frustrate you. Although it does contain some romance and adventure, it is mainly about Mira's inner struggle to choose between what she wants and what is right. Don't worry, I won't give away any spoilers. But this book was actually pretty deep, and it left me significantly impressed with its depiction of filial love, anger, the slow descent into evil, how we justify wrongdoing to ourselves, and forgiveness.

Favorite Movie: I'm going to choose Austenland this month. For those of you who haven't heard of it yet, it's about a fictional vacation experience in England where women go and immerse themselves in the regency era. They dress according to the times, speak and behave as ladies would have back then, give up all modern technology, and men are hired to play the part of gentlemen who court the visistors like Jane Austen's heroes would have. This story revolves around a woman who is the ultimate obsessive Austen fanatic and blows her life savings on a vacation in Austenland.Iwas a little worried when I first saw this movie, because I've seen some pretty terrible Austen fan-girl knockoffs. In fact, I haven't seen any movies I've liked besides the major BBC productions (think Colin Firth). But by the end, I thought it was actually a fitting tribute to the Austen legacy. Full of hilarious moments when the modern and regency cultures collide, Austenland is an excellent girl's night in movie. Just make sure you have plenty of tea, sandwiches, and cookies, haha.

The only thing I feel compelled to warn you about is that there is some adult humor in the movie. It's not heavy enough to make the plot vulgar, and I still say it's great for older teenagers and adults. But I would personally recommend discretion if letting children (under thirteen) watch with you. Otherwise, I'm sure you ladies will enjoy it.

Favorite Artwork: When I went to visit my friend, Heidi of Aspenglow Photography, earlier this month, she gifted me with this gorgeous framed photograph. It's the Cascade Range in Oregon, but it made me think of the Northern Mountains of Madonia (a mountain range in Violet Eyes). This is exactly how I pictured them in my mind. Heidi is an amazing photographer and sells her artwork at very reasonable prices. If you want to take a look at her other wares, just click on the link above. You won't regret at least browsing — trust me.

That's all for this month. Being sick doesn't enable me to do a whole lot of exploring of any kind. Hopefully I'll have some extra categories for you in March. Until then...

The Best Birthday Ever!

Hello again, readers. In case you haven't guessed by the title of this post, I had a birthday recently. I'm joining the ranks of twenty-somethings who are too old to be kids anymore but too young to grow up just yet. Tolkien accurately described them as the "tweens," or "the irresponsible twenties between childhood and coming of age at thirty-three." (The Fellowship of the Ring). Honestly, I've been feeling a little nostalgic about my teenage years lately. After all, I'll never be a kid again. But thanks to my awesome friends, Ashley, Rachael, and Heidi, it's been a birthday to remember.

It all started about a month or two ago when Heidi invited us to visit her in SE Oregon. Of course my friends and I jumped on an opportunity to see her again, but we were also excited to visit the many attractions in that area. Personally, I've never seen Oregon east of Willamette Pass, so I felt a little like Bilbo going on his quest. Only I was actually looking forward to it, and there were no fire-breathing dragons involved, ha ha.

And like Bilbo, I was shocked and amazed at what I've been missing out on all this time...

 
Example 1: Crater Lake
I can't even remember what my favorite landscape was before I saw this lake. One second you're hiking through snow drifts and hoping the view is worth getting soaked because you were lazy and didn't bother to wear proper snow shoes — and the next...well...the picture is self-explanatory. This is not photo shopped in any way, shape or form. The water is some of the bluest I've ever seen, and the mountains surrounding the lake were simply breathtaking. Those who know me can tell you that I'm not ordinarily an emotional person, but I had to catch my breath when I first laid eyes on Crater Lake. It's simply amazing. There's no other way to describe it.

Afterwards, we went from snow covered mountains to a desert town called Klamath Falls. Yes, you heard me right...desert. Am I the only one who thinks it's kinda cool that snow and a desert  terrain can coexist so close to one another? (To understand why this is cool, know that I live in a rainforest.) This isn't the only place on earth where that occurs, and it's not like the dry dry desert, but I've never seen anything like it with my own eyes before. It filled me with a sense of awe at just how much I haven't seen in this world. There's definitely a lot of traveling in my future.

The next morning, Sunday, we attended Mass in a small hermitage. First of all, I didn't even know hermits still existed, so of course I've never met one. The very word hermit made me wonder what kind of person this priest would be, and I couldn't hardly sleep the night before because of anticipation. I was surprised to arrive at the hermitage to find a lovely wooden cabin nestled amongst the woods, far from the main road. It wasn't fancy, but it was peaceful. The chapel was barely large enough to fit the priest, altar servers, and the choir, and the rest of the twenty attendees had to sit in the kitchen; but the familiar Mass made me feel right at home. The hermit priest himself was an outgoing, amiable man who did everything he could to make his visitors feel a part of the group, and meeting him makes me think of the hermit saints in a new light. I wish I had a picture to show you, but I didn't think to take one until it was too late.

From there it was on to Bend, where my friends and I spent the whole afternoon and early evening strolling through small shops along the waterfront. I didn't have enough money for souvenirs; but after walking out of two candy shoppes empty handed, pure torture, I finally broke down at the third and bought a bag of my favorite fruit candy, cherry sours...and a Mad Libs game for later that night.

For the final night of our little Odyssey, the girls and I sat around till 1am partying like only best friends do: insane rounds of Mad Libs, eating way more chocolate ice-cream and cherry sours then is good for us, watching The Princess Bride, and laughing until it hurt. Out of all the amazing things I got to see and do that weekend, I think I will remember that last night the most. After all, adventures are so much more worthwhile when you have someone to share them with. In my case, God blessed me with three someones.

Thus ended the first twenty years of my life, and boy was it fitting. I hope and pray the next twenty years are just as fruitful and full of adventure, family, and good friends. 

*the picture at the beginning of this post was taken by Heidi Maly of Aspenglow Photography and Aspenglow Blog

December 2013 - January 2014 Favorites

Hey there! Yeah, I was lazy and didn't write a favorites post for December.  But honestly, most of the things I liked about December have also been my favorites for January as well.  Here goes...


Favorite Movie: Frozen, Frozen, and Frozen again! It was a hard decision since there were so many good movies to choose from, but I thought this one sent them all home crying (except The Hobbit Part 2, but more about that in a moment.) No, it had nothing to do with the red-head Norwegian-type princess (sarcasm — I loved the whole Norwegian thing). But I digress...

Don't worry, there won't be any spoilers here; but I do have to say this is probably the most wonderfully heart-wrenching movie I've seen from Disney in a while. The relationship between Anna and Elsa was beautifully developed, and there were several times I found myself choking up singing along with the music in the theater. As an older sister myself, Elsa was my favorite character, but I challenge you to watch this movie and then tell me you don't feel like giving Olaf the Snowman a "warm hug." Overall, I think this is a movie sisters should watch together, doesn't matter what age they are; because beneath the music and the lights, it's about the powerful love of two sisters who would do anything for each other.

If I asked really nicely, do you think Disney would hire me to play Anna as a day job?

Warning: the next portion of this movie review might contain a few spoilers.

In a close second comes The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug. This movie would have made it to first place, but I do have a few reservations. One: I thought the script writers could have made it just as long while including more of the book. Namely, I was hoping for a longer Beorn scene, and seeing more of the spiders/Mirkwood might have been nice. Two: I don't remember Tauriel being anywhere in the LOTR universe. I haven't read the Silmarillion, so don't come after me with pitchforks if I'm wrong. I'm just thinking in terms of The Hobbit. She's pretty awesome in her own right, and she's adorable with Kili, but I feel like her presence pushes the boundaries of a story that's already a far cry from the book. However, I'm not going to complain about Legolas, because technically he would have been there seeing as he was Thuranduil's son. Tolkien just didn't know it yet since he wrote The Hobbit before The Fellowship of the Ring.

Now for the good things — if you're not watching the movie expecting it to be exactly like the book, it was pretty dang good. I loved how they included the story thread with Sauron (aka The Necromancer), and I think Thorin's and Bilbo's characters were much more relatable for the audience this movie targeted. I suppose it was like a grown-up's version of the children's book Tolkien wrote. My only hope for the next movie is that they don't swerve from the storyline any more than they already have. Although this movie was exciting and fun, as an author I wouldn't want someone taking that many liberties with my work either. I'd say it earned four stars.

Favorite Song: Okay, okay...I'm done talking about movies now. I'll be brief when it comes to music. These past two months, I've been kind of addicted to this group I found on YouTube called The Piano Guys. If you haven't heard of them yet, here's a link to one of my favorite songs, a cover of Titanium.

And this post would not be complete if I didn't mention Who I'd Be and I Know it's Today from Shrek the Musical. The production was actually pretty fun, and the actors did a good job of portraying their characters. At first I wasn't too keen on the guy who played Shrek, but I realized why they chose him the second he opened his mouth to sing. These songs will make a little more sense if you watch the whole musical on Netflix or YouTube.

Favorite Gloves: Really, these Good Girl/Bad Girl Fingerless Gloves just plain awesome. They keep your hands warm, look cool, can be dressed up or down, and they're so comfy. Nearly two months later, I still build my girls' day out look around them. If you want a pair, here's the link to the Etsy shop I bought them from, Xtremities. There are options for guys too ;-).

And that concludes the December-January Favorites post. In case anyone is wondering if I plan on blogging about other stuff besides...well...stuff, then don't worry. I do. These are just things I wanted to share my thoughts about. Once a month, I also plan on trying to write a book review, so keep an eye out; and there will be plenty of posts about places to visit in Oregon since I plan on travelling this summer. It's all part of Katharine's Korner.

Until next time....

Christmas Eve in My Hooooometoooooown...

When I think of Christmas Eve, I usually think of Norman Rockwell-ish scenarios. Trim an elegant tree with an assortment of store-bought and homemade ornaments. Bake perfectly formed/decorated Christmas cookies, some of which are set aside for Santa's midnight snack. Old time carols on the radio. Everybody smiling. And best of all...no glitches.

Well this isn't the Rockwell house — it's mine. Therefore, in honor of families everywhere, in lieu of the Christmas cards I forgot to send, I'd like to share the activities of my family this holiday season. This is how Christmas is done in "my hometown."

The Christmas festivities usually start a week before, when we pull all the decorations down from the attic and distribute them in the living room/dining room. This is relatively easy and fun...until we pull out our two Christmas tree angels. You see, the tree has always been my favorite decoration, and my "decorating goal" has always been to find the perfect tree topper. Last year, I did. The only problem is...my youngest sister HATES it, and she's got red hair/a temper too. Well, this year it wasn't a problem, because I didn't argue with her after I realized I could put "my angel" on the piano and look at it every day while I practice. Crises one averted...but I still think mine looks better.

Once the house is decorated, then the real fun begins...last minute shopping. I'm telling you, I think it happens every year. I swear up and down that I will have all my shopping done before this time, and every year that plan always falls through. So it's off to the mall to brave the traffic and pray that the things you actually want are still there. But as scrooge-like as this paragraph sounds, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. Something about the adrenaline rush as you realize you have finally done it again,  against all odds, doesn't get old. Seriously, I feel like a sugar plum fairy godmother at the end of the day.

But not all Christmas festivities are work. Some are almost magical...such as Fezziwig's Jig.

In case you don't know yet from reading my blog, facebook page, etc... I love Jane Austen, and I love excuses to dress up and dance. So Fezziwig's was like a Austenite/cosplayer's dream come true. A Christmas ball where you get to dress up in the fashion of the regency era, dance, play games and pretend you're in the middle of a Charles Dickens or Jane Austen novel? Yes please! Well, not all the dances were from that era (something tells me Cotton Eye Joe and the Virginia Reel were not widespread in England then), but that was all right. By that time, we'd all had lots of Regency dances and were more than happy to kick up our heels before the party ended. This was the first year my friends and I went, but it's definitely a tradition now.


Finally, Christmas Eve arrived. My family was planning on going to see Frozen later in the day (more about that in my December Favorites), so I tried to wrap all my gifts that morning right after I woke up. But I sat down to find that the bag of Christmas bows I'd bought was empty! Knowing I wouldn't have time to get any more if I wanted to make Christmas cookies for gifts with my sisters, I ended up wrapping everything just in paper. Maybe I'm a little nit-picky, but I do like to dress up gifts when I wrap them; so when I walked into my room to find this...you can imagine my initial thoughts. At least it only took me a few minutes to see the humor and laugh before my sisters came into the room, ha ha.

When the gifts were wrapped and the cookies baked and the kids were all in bed, then came my favorite part of Christmas Eve. Every year since my parish priest came to my church, he has held a candlelit High Mass at midnight on Christmas morning. Between September and December 25th, my church choir practices hard to sing Christmas Carols in harmony; and it's not completely vain for me to say that it does sound like a choir of angels since it's a team effort.  I would put a picture of the altar and manger scene here, but I was a moron and accidentally left my camera at home.

But even though all the lights and music and beautiful things are fun, the infant Jesus is what this silent night is all about. It's not wrong to enjoy the festivities of the season; but kneeling at the altar rail before the tabernacle and the infant statue is the most peaceful, serene moment of the holiday. Presents and parties and colorful decorations don't compare with the happiness that comes when you just spend a few minutes contemplating the meaning of the day...Jesus' birthday...the day the Divine Messiah was born.  This is Christmas.

So as I sit here writing this post, eating the last of the candy from my stocking and sipping my third cup of coffee, I want to wish you that same peace on this great season. Merry Christmas and God bless us, every one.

Now I'm going to see if there's any more perfect Christmas cookies left.