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I live on the ocean, write women's fiction, love to read so much that it's an addiction rather than a hobby (I read an average of a book a day). I live on the wet west coast so it's a good thing that I like to walk in the rain.
Showing posts with label Dragonflies and Dinosaurs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dragonflies and Dinosaurs. Show all posts

Friday, March 16, 2012

I'm digital!

Several of my books from the sadly-now-gone Harlequin Next line of women's fiction have been released as e-books this week and I'm absolutely delighted. I'm delighted because I love these books and I was sorry they were no longer available. I'm delighted because I love the covers of all of them (I used the cover of Awakening in my Wednesday post this week as an indication of how beautiful cover art can be). And I'm delighted because now you can have them on your Kindle or your Sony or your iPad or whatever digital device you choose.

And even more, I'm delighted because they're no longer lost in the dusty library where no longer in print books languish.

Four books were released this week (I've set out the links below if you're interested): Awakening, Last Night at the Halfmoon, The Gossip Queens, and a novella - If I Make it Through December - in the book Holiday Wishes.

My first two books for Next - Dragonflies and Dinosaurs and The Sunshine Coast News aren't yet available digitally, but I've got my fingers crossed that they will be soon.

Kate

Awakening

The Gossip Queens

Last Night at the Halfmoon

Holiday Wishes

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

This story is a true story

and if you don't believe me, ask anyone in my family - they'll confirm it.

Once upon a time, my grandfather died. My mother, being the oldest child, was nominated to collect his ashes which she did. And she kept those ashes in the trunk of her car for quite a while. I'm not sure how long it was - but more than long enough.

Thus started a tradition, duly carried on by me, though not by either my brother nor my sister.

When my mom died, I collected her ashes. Many years later - more than 10 - those ashes are still in my house. I occasionally take her out so she can celebrate with us, watch the Oscars with us, enjoy Thanksgiving or Christmas with us.

When my dad died three years ago, I collected not only his ashes, but half of my Aunt Faye's ashes (which were in his keeping - do you see why I am forced to continue the tradition?) - the other half of which were smuggled onto an airplane (who knew you couldn't take human remains on board a plane?) and taken back to Manitoba, to the tiny town of Portage la Prairie, where she was born.

When I was writing my first book - DRAGONFLIES AND DINOSAURS - I used part of this story. The protagonist of the book takes a summer road trip from Vancouver to northern Manitoba. Her tiny car is filled with two teenage boys, plenty of electronic equipment, and her mother's ashes.

This is a story that haunts me. This is a story that shaped me. This is a story that has no end.

Kate