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Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Ultra ... Ridiculous

It's true. I'm ultra ridiculous.
Since my last post, I have followed through with the ultimate way to torture my body, and it wasn't acupuncture.
I ran a marathon.
And an ultra marathon.
People already think your a paddock short of a few cows when you tell them that you're going to compete in a marathon; 42.2km of non-stop running complete with thoughts of 'my legs are about to fall off', and 'I really, really need a poo'.
But I did it. I stowed away negative thoughts as well as the extra piece of peanut butter on toast I hadn't planned on eating that morning and ran my little heart out.
With an impressive time for a newbie of 4 hours and 11 minutes, I felt slightly invincible and opted to sign up for an ultra marathon directly after I'd crossed the finish line. Pumped with adrenaline, I didn't really consider what running 64km through bush terrain might ultimately mean. But alas, as of this weekend past, I completed the last of my running challenges for the year and have a medal and four buggered toenails to show for it.
I am sore and I am attempting not to complain to every passing person with ears, but I'm also very proud of my accomplishments. I'm 33, I can pee all by myself, cross the road without holding mum's hand, and now I can run for no other reason at all other than I've been secretly training for the zombie apocalypse.
I have absolutely no idea what the rest of the month will hold, though I suspect there's going to be some mass peanut butter consumption and a few wild nights on the chocolate to balance out all this 'healthy' clean living I've been doing of late.
Peace out.
Keep running. The zombies ARE coming.

Kristy :)

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

As promised I'm back for the monthly tribute to this site, a chance for me to inform those who might be interested (probably very few), and those who are creepy stalkers (you know who you are), with the plethora of nothingness that occurs in my every day life.
Yes, I will regale you with stories of the mundane and trim it up nicely with a bit of wordsmithing so you actually think it might be worth dropping back each month just to see what I'm on about this time.
Today I offer you a simple review of the month that's been.
Well actually, I should probably mention before I get started that despite the fact that I'm a writer, I don't sit with my nose pressed against the LCD of my laptop or wittle away at the keypad until I'm arthritic and a little fat from eating pizza pockets. I actually get out and do things, like sniff fresh air and admire how green grass can be.
In the last six months I've taken up running, not from crazy people with butcher's knives or shopkeepers screaming at me to return their merchandise, but running for pleasure.
Now that doesn't sound right at all, does it?
1. Breathing becomes laboured and the chance of inhaling bugs increases.
2. Boobs tend to assault you with every leap and bound (my nose will never be the same)
3. Weird and wonderful stenches drift from every nether region despite the liberal use of over the counter deoderant.
4. Every pair of underwear finds some way of setting up permanant residence in your butt.
And yet, despite these seemingly depressing reminders of why it's stinky and possibly hazardous to run, I can't seem to stop. In fact, I run away from everything now; monthly blog posts, old boyfriends, chocolate dairy products ...
Anyway, I started running to not only save said expanding butt, but to use the time to think about my writing and where it could head in the future, and yet, do you know what the irony of entering into this new hobby has helped promote with my other passion? Absolutely nothing. I can't bloody think about writing at all. In fact, all I can consider as I pound the pavement, one foot in front of the other, is whether or not my pace is good, my shoelaces tied, and where the next water stop might be.
So now I have two loves in which neither really helps the other, but I suppose since it gave me this month's inspiration, I shouldn't exactly discount the validitity.
Until next time then ...

Monday, 22 June 2015

A comeback?

Apologies to one and all that have once, or still do, follow my blog. I really do hope that none of you sat tapping mild-mannered toes while holding your breath in the hopes that perhaps this lazy author may one day post a blog.
Alas, here it is, but of course, it's under duress. My manager is literally sitting next to me, a sling-shot poised at my temple in the hopes that I will once again entertain and delight people with what he describes as my warped sense of humour. I'm not too sure how successful I'll be with a matchbox car tensioned on a bit of rubber rope only millimeters from the sweet spot. Though, I will give my manager his dues. Not only is he creative enough to threaten my life with Hot-wheels, but he's hoping to inspire a whole new host of readers to this site and hopefully to devour my books ... (Not actually eat them though, I don't think books are a good source of nutrition and the ink will most definitively stain your underwear on the way back out).
Death threats and dietary fiber aside, it's fair to say that I have been more than a little slack at updating this site. A whole host of cool and interesting things went down since I last posted in 2013. I got divorced, figured out the mysteries of where Cabbage Patch dolls actually come from, went on some pretty cool holidays to Borneo, Costa Rica and the United States, hand-reared a unicorn, and shot my neighbour.
Of course, this is not an excuse for my inattention, but it's also not a promise of exciting blogs to come. I seem to find a million ways to fill my days and weekends and its not entirely based on writing. I will try to produce at least one blog per month, but since I generally spend every day of the week that ends in 'day' cow-tipping or chasing small children with a stick, I may sometimes forget.
So here I am ... back for now and apparently free to move around the room again now that the slingshot's been lowered.
Chat soon,

Kristy :)

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Book Review: Kindred by Erica Stevens

Kindred is a paranormal novel bursting with emotional turmoil, spilling feelings all over the prose like the wet tears of Cassie, the protagonist.
From the first page I was held captive by a scene of unrest. We learn that events of the past have dictated a rather unsteady future for Cassie and her two best friends. Born vampire hunters with inherent gifts to equip them against the fanged miscreants intent on wiping out their race, they've come to accept their responsibilities. In the first few chapters this is made quite clear, a scene even detailing a face off between hunter and vampire - action at its best.
Then a stranger by the name of Devon moves to town, and suddenly Cassie is disarmed by his charm, the effect he has on her and the aloof manner that sets him apart from others. What is it about her that draws him near, and for that matter, why can't he seem to stay away from her?
Honestly, I had to take a step back and remind myself that not every book that starts with action and twisted secrets will continue on that path. This novel is clearly an exploration of romance and the conflicted emotions of two people at war with their own inner demons - the journey being how they overcome their differences.
I appreciated the author's dedication to honesty and the insatiable urge to describe every little caress, thought and expression crossing her character's faces. I never doubted the significance of each encounter or the feelings portrayed. What did annoy me was the constant repetition, paragraph after paragraph of the same conflicting emotions readdressed without resolve or reason for reminding the reader of its significance. I also found the prose heavily burdened with unnecessary adverbs; 'sighing softly', 'laughing lightly', 'frowning heavily' - just to name a few.
Apart from a few personal grievances, I did appreciate the simplicity of the story and the heightened sense of drama crafted in every page. I'll be rating Kindred three out of five fangs.


What do you do when the one you love is also you worst enemy? Trapped in a destiny she does not want, Cassie finds herself lost and adrift, until he walks into her life, turning it upside down and awakening her in ways that she never dreamed possible. 
Cassie is stunned and devastated to learn that she belongs to a long line of vampire slayers known as The Hunters. A murderous rampage by a group of elder vampires has left the Hunter line decimated and the remaining Hunters scattered around the world. With her friends Chris and Melissa’s aid, Cassie struggles to rid the world of the monsters that murdered her parents. Though Cassie knows it is her fate, she chafes against her heritage, and is resentful of the shortened lifespan that has been placed upon her by the circumstances of birth. Struggling to get through every day, Cassie finds herself simply going through the motions of living. That is, until Devon arrives. Tall, dark, and mysterious his arrival turns the school, and Cassie’s life, upside down. Fighting against her fierce attraction to him, and the chaos he represents in her carefully ordered days, she is irresistibly drawn to him. Though worried that what she truly is will place Devon in danger, she is unable to fight her feelings for him. He is the one light, and the only source of hope she has in a world that revolves around death and fear. What she does not know is that Devon has some dark secrets of his own, secrets even more frightening and dangerous than hers. Secrets that threaten to tear them apart forever.