You know what really grinds my gears?

Ok I have to do this whole blog without a profanity so here goes--

People who use the bathroom and don't wash their hands- I don't know how many times you turn on the television or read the newspaper and you aren't bombarded by news about this person dying of the H1N1 or swine flu...seriously, people are DYING from this. And they said one of the ways to help cut down on people catching these things is to wash your hands regularly--especially after using the bathroom. Now seriously, we learned from a very young age that after using the bathroom we're supposed to wash our hands. I mean for crying out loud, I was brought up in a third world country and even I was taught that, yet people who were born and bred in this country and are not adult the whole concept of washing their hands after using a bathroom, especially a public one, escapes them. I mean even if you weren't going to wash your hands and you see someone standing at the sink, take the thirty seconds and wash your hands. I do NOT want to catch anything so me holding a door knob after you is just going to piss me off.

People who missing the mark - - Ladies, seriously, because their is a drain on the floor is no excuse for you to miss the toilet. If you were a guy, I could understand you having bad aim but we don't have that problem! Thankfully! Cover the seat with one of those seat coverings, they are tacked to the wall right over the toilet. Then sit your ass down. Do you know how disgusting it is to walk into a toilet and see pee on the floor? And don't tell me it's water because water doesn't stink to high heaven. You are in university damn it! Act like it.

People who smoke right at the doors-- Knock knock, who's there? CANCER! Idiots, there are rules about where you smoke for a reason! Don't stand on either side of the damn doors of the entrance to a building puffing away. I have nothing against smokers, I just don't want to inhale second hand smoke. My parents don't smoke and I don't so I would really appreciate you using the designated smoking areas--and since when is it PC to designate an area for smoking? If you can't hold off until you get home to light up perhaps you should buy a damn bubble and just live there.

Oh yes, my new website is up http://trueloveiscolourblind.yola.com

*Sigh*
Ok that's my rant,
Kendra

Drama & News

So, a I had this huge blow up with my host--they told me a month or so ago that I couldn't use paypal to renew my website (which is what I bought it with to begin with) and that I had to use a credit card. Now seriously, I am in University, with a CRAP load of student loans, do I really need a credit card to add to my torture? So no, I don't have a credit card yet and that's for good reason--I'm a swiper...anyways...after they told me that I figured ok, I'll just let it expire and then re-buy it since who is really going to buy my domain name anyways? So there was no fear of losing it to someone else--right?

Ok, so yesterday I logged into my email to see that the host has taken out over a hundred bucks!! Ok that made me so angry! I was like, how do they say I couldn't renew using paypal and they withdrew money from my account using paypal? So needless to say I am no longer with them because I do not like it when inside a business people don't communicate or they don't know what they're talking about--you'd understand better if you knew what happened to me at school (I have to spend an extra semester because my adviser last year told me I needed a class but I didnt need it so I put off a course I should have taken in order to take the course that I didn't really need in the first place..LOOONG story) so after that, I made up my mind not to deal with people who seem not to know what they're talking about.

So now, Not only am I doing Nano and determined to finish it this time, I am also recreating my website, merging my Kendra site with my Kadian site, re-branding myself and my work, overhauling my myspaces, doing school assignments, getting ready for exams and xmas break - so yes, I know my .com for Kendra isn't working. I am working as fast as I can to fix all that. Almost there though...just need to spell check the site to make sure all is well with it because sometimes I tend to type faster than I think and mistakes are made lol.

Anyways for some good news. Those of you who follow my writing closely, will know that I was working on a story titled "LAILA, MY LOVE" after it was rejected from one house, I did some editing, a little bit of re-writing and submitted it somewhere else. To my pleasure it was accepted. Now I can't say where yet because I haven't signed the contracts etc yet. Once those are done and returned then I shall let you know.

Right--must go back to website creating and swearing at computer lol - Yes, this blog will be looking remarkably different soon. I know the cowboy was perfect for my destiny's cowboy days but now it's gatta go lol.

*hugs*
Kendra

Madness and Halloween!

So it is almost november--actually nine hours till november. November to most of us writers mean chaos, mayhem, vampires, lovers, sex, rock n roll and a whole host of other things that we hold so dear in our fiction. What does it mean? NANOWRIMO!!!!!

I have changed my ideas so many times, it is not funny. My friend Ashe is probably getting whiplash from the man ideas I have shoved her way so far. But she knows I share cuz I love...right Ashe...right...?? Ashe????

So yes, I have finally settled on an idea that has been plaguing me for months. I am not settled on the title yet but the gist of the story is about an ex military man, who is best friend with a muslim man. They grew up together and are extremely close. The joined the military together with the promise that if one or the other should die in battle the other would take him home to his family. The female, is Supriya and she falls for the military man *giggles* of course. Yes it is IR.

I am also working on a yet to be titled novel. My friend Ashe and I have been calling it "MACY" just because I haven't been hit in the back of the head with a title yet. It is at 52K and counting. It still has a ways to go before it is finished yet. So I am putting that on the back burner until I can finish the nano story. Let's hope I make 50K this year. With school and life, and going nuts, I don't know. I make no promises but I can do it though. I wrote the 50K on the Untitled novel in a little under two weeks. I just have to stick to my goal and schedule. 5K a day until it's done right? And this year I have company so I wont be doing it alone. Ashe, the talented lady that she is will be writing a novel too!! So we can do it!

It is halloween so I thought I'd share some laughs and frights.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9VDvgL58h_Y
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OSHUN'S FALL is HERE!!

Hello my lovelies! In the Famous words of Roscoe P. Coltrane "GOOD NEEEWS! GOOD NEEEEWS!"


So my good news? OSHUN'S FALL is now available at Phaze! After almost a year of boxing around from one publishing house to another it finally has a home and is now available for purchase! I have yet to update my website but I'm getting around to it. Thought I'd blog about it first! *Flails* I am so happy. Anatasia rocked on the cover, Will kicked butts on edits and now it's alive!! I feel so proud! lol Grab your copy by clicking here but look below for a peek inside! I copied and paste it from the page so it may not copy and paste the exact same. If you want to read the excerpt of how it is on the Phaze database click here if not read below.

EXCERPT!

The rain poured over the land. Oya, the goddess of the storms, was having a bad day and she wanted everyone to know it. Thunder rolled and lightning cut across the sky, sending the outside into daylight and just as quickly back into night time. Storms this strong always meant trouble. Roads flooded, bridges got damaged, stores got looted and the problems went on and on. But like all natural things, there were also benefits. When the storm finally ended, farmers would gaze upon soil dark with moisture and be pleased.

Luthando Ife sat at his desk, his chair rotated to face the window. He could not believe the storm. There was something about this storm that was different from any others he had seen. It had been waging for days. The news reports were already saying it was a record-setting storm. If it didn’t stop soon, he could not go to work at the clinic. He would have to stay home.He frowned and turned back to his desk to finish typing up a report. The room lit up again. He took that as a sign to shut down his computer. He was in no mood to shell money out to buy a new one. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it, just that it was needless spending. Saving his work, he logged off. Just as he was about to pour himself some wine, go to bed and read a book, there was a banging on his door.Dr. Ife darted for the door and ripped it open. No one should be out in this weather.





“Chineke,” He moaned as the woman fell into his arms. Scooping her up, he carried her to the nearest bedroom and laid her onto the sofa. He wrapped sheets around her body to keep her warm and then hurried downstairs to make some tea. Putting the kettle on, he gathered cough syrup and towels from the bathroom, then paced until the tea was ready.He tried to feed her the warm tea, but she was shaking too badly. Knowing a burn from spilt tea was not going to help her, he set the teacup down and gathered her into his arms and rested against the sofa. She shook against his side as he pulled her closer, rubbing his arms up and down against her body, trying frantically to get some warmth into her. It would be easier to strip her, but he didn’t want her to think he was being indecent. Then again, if she woke up and he was cuddling her she would think so anyway. Luthando continued rubbing her body until the shaking stopped, then carried her to the bed. He placed her gently into it and covered her with the sheets before moving to the cupboard to get more layers.As the storm raged outside, he walked across the room and sat in a chair in the dark, just watching her. She was stunning. All he could see now was her face, but her body had pressed against him and he had felt his body tremble with a sweet heat that he welcomed.





Even though she was cold and shivering, he could feel something even through his knowledge that he had to remain detached in order to do what was best for her. But she was a woman—his body felt and knew that. She wasn’t just any woman for he had felt killer curves when she was pressed against him. She was his kind of woman. Shaking his head, he slipped down into the chair, crossed his legs and resigned his body to the fact that he wouldn’t be getting any sleep. His patients at the clinic would have to go to Doctor Obe until he could return.The thought brought a frown to Luthando’s face but he knew he had to stay where he was. There was the matter of the girl but the weather played a large part in his decision. Until the rain stopped, he wouldn’t be able to use the roads.

* * * *

Before even opening her eyes, Oshun knew she had not had a nightmare. She was shivering, her teeth chattering slightly but there was a strange warmth flowing through her beneath it all. The memory of the voices screaming inside her head to do what they had told her was something one could not mistake for a nightmare. Those voices had a reality to them. The Three had cast her out and she must do as she was told before she could get her powers back. As she lay in the bed of a regular human, a being she had always thought so simple, she tried to find a bright spot and when she didn’t, she squeezed her eyes tighter. It felt as if her world had ended and there was nothing left.



All she wanted to do was cry.She sat up and took a look around her.“Morning.” A voice came to her ear and she jerked back. “It’s alright. My name is Luthando Ife. What’s your name?”


“O…” She started but stopped herself quickly. The last thing she wanted to do was tell this man that she was Oshun, Goddess of Love. He would just laugh in her face and send her to one of those places she always saw humans put their crazies. “Kendi…”


“Well, Kendi, it has been raining cats and dogs all night,” Luthando continued from his chair, “You may leave anytime you wish, but I wouldn’t recommend it be immediately. As you can surmise from the noise, it is still raining cats and dogs.”

She bit down on her lower lip and took her first good look at him. He was handsome. He had big brown eyes with lashes that were long and curled. His hair was perfect, short and kept neat and trim the way she liked it. . His face had faint traces of a beard that had crept up over night. He was dressed like a westerner in blue jeans and a dress shirt whose sleeves were folded to the elbow. And he looked tired. That told her one thing—he hadn’t gone to bed.

“You didn’t have to stay watch over me,” she said shyly. “I would have been alright.”

“Nonsense,” he got up and something she knew to be fear curled her insides. She knew it for she had felt it each time she saw The Three. Oya had explained it to her on many occasions. “I wanted to make sure that when you woke up in a strange home you would be alright. Now, I am a doctor, let me have a look at you.”

“Stay away,” she clutched at the sheets. Even though her rational mind was telling her to stop being a child and let him have a look, something deep inside told her that he could harm her.Panic surged through her and when she couldn’t handle it any longer she closed her eyes. She waited for the bad thing to happen even though she didn’t know what that thing was. But when she didn’t feel anything, she opened them to look up at him again. He had backed away.

Luthando couldn’t touch her. The fear that he had seen in her eyes tore at his heart. It was as though she thought he was going to kill her. He could tell her that he had held her in his arms the night before, but he remained silent about that. Perhaps if he showed her proof that he was indeed a doctor she would feel better. Maybe if he just left the room and had a female look her over she wouldn’t be so terrified. All these thoughts rushed through his mind while he tried to figure a way to see if she was physically well. He had to examine her but if she was scared of him he didn’t want to force the subject. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket where he always kept it and removed his I.D. card. He handed it to her.

“See?” he asked her softly. “I truly am a doctor.”

She stared down at the card but didn’t speak. Luthando felt out of options so he changed the subject. “Would you like some breakfast?” he asked as he heard the servants moving around downstairs.

She nodded and he smiled. “Alright. I will send someone up with some clothes for you so you can take a shower and change into something clean.”

*hugs*
Kendra Mei

R.I.P Auntie Neetie

Today I had this urge to open my personal email account - the one I used to talk back and forth to my mother at nights and for job interviews etc and I got the sad news that my aunt has died from her Cancer in Jamaica. I wish i could be home with my mother at the moment but I have to finish this Degree and my exams are coming up.

I know she has been sick for years. And my mom went to Jamaica this past summer for my grandmother's funeral and saw Auntie Neetie, her sister. The thing is, Auntie Neetie has always been a constant name in my house - for prayers or phone calls or well wishes. Whenever we call her or she calls she always say to me, "What are you doing now?" and I would say to her, "I'm in College or University, Antie" and she would say to me, "Good girl. You keep strong and believe in the lord and everything will be fine."

As I sit here I know for a fact that I will miss her encouragements because sometimes when she calls and talks to me, I am in such a bad place with worry and her voice and her encouragements lifts me so high that I go out and do things I was scared to do before. They may seem like simple words to you or anyone else reading this blog but to me they mean the world. Another very smart man (my father) once said to me, "I'm not saying the big things in life doesn't matter. but the small things sometimes matter more." And her encouragments may have been a small thing but they mattered to me more than anything.

I know my mom will miss her terribly because the two of them were close. My mom loves her dearly and even though I can't be there for my mom to give her a hug she knows I love her and I know she will be alright because my father is there and he will do everything in his power to comfort her. But it's not the same. Sometimes it doesn't seem fair--my mom just lost her mother, then her grand uncle-in-law and now her sister. It just seem that when it rains it pours.

R.I.P Auntie Neetie

Love,
Kadian
PS: Antie is how you say Aunty in Patois (Patwah)

I got new model!

Hi again,

Wow, I seemed to have been bitten by the blogging bug. What's this? Three times in the last two weeks? Dang I am on a roll! lol. Anyways, I am blogging with some sweet news! Remember my fanmail? Well after getting that I've decided to actually stop procrastinating (my second favourite past-time) and do the Major revisions needed for my short story Greyson's Heart. I have re-titled it Greyson's Second Chance and given it a new cover. That is just half the most excellent news. The rest of the most awesome news? I have an actual model on the cover!!

His name is Adnan - isn't he fabulous? Wait I have to say it right FAB-U-LOUS! I met him in high school and he's a really good friend. He's currently roaming the world like nomad but technology has kept us close. I miss him terribly but facebook and MSN are beautiful things in times like this. He has so graciously, blushes and all, agreed to be my cover boy whenever I need him and I needed him for Greyson. I didn't want a face that was seen on other covers all the time from all the other stock photo places.

Anyways, enough gushing about my fantabulous Adnan, my back is still hurt because of that pulled muscle but I am feeling much better. I am so tired--stayed up all night making that cover then stayed up till almost 5 AM torturing Adnan it was such fun but now I am *yawn* exhausted. And guess what, I have a FULL day of classes today... But am not complaining don't talk to the boy as much as I used to --I used to talk to him every day at school---and then BAM! We had to grow up...*Sigh* don't you just hate when real lige get in the way? lol.

Anywho again, must focus on this class...must...focus...on...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Hugs
Kendra
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*flail*

Hello my lovely people you!

So I normally go to the gym every other day, but since today I was going to just stay home do some edits, finish reading Lysistrata for my Theatre History Class, and start reading Robinson Corusoe for my Topics in Literature class I decided to go Monday and Tuesday. Well on Tuesday I met this guy and he was helping me on the weights (did I mention he was sexy?) well he was. Anyways, I think I overdid it, pulled a muscle in my back and it hurts like crazy. So last night, after the power outtage in residence (can you believe that? They tell us no candles in residence and then they don't have a back up generator in case the power goes out--well burn that. I'm getting some candles the first chance I get --well the ones that floats in water anywas. They are a tad safer) I decidedI couldn't take the pain anymore and that I was going to bed. Before that though I figured I'd check my emails one last time before turning in.

It was a good thing I did because I had a fan mail! They are few but when I do get one I flail like a moron for a while, giggle, call my friends, message my gurl Anya and go "AHHHH GUESS WHAT!!!" then I have to flail some more and tell her all about it then forward it to my gurl Dana and see what she says ((oopsie, I should do that next lol)) then flail some more, then blog about it and flail some more. She loved my Destiny series and while the other day I said I wasn't going to write the third one, Rick (character in the other books) has been bothering me and won't shut up and let me write other things. So, I give, I surrender to his DEA-man-in-uniform-hotness *Purrs* lol. So yes, there will be a third Destiny book. Don't know if I'm going to bring Rick back to his MMA fighting days because I've hinted on that in Destiny's Rhapsody or make him head back into the Marines - they are so many thoughts of what I could truly do with him. But whatever I do, I promies it will he hawt (hot) lol.

So erm, yah, Probably should get back to laundry before they get all cold and wrinkly.

*hugs* and keep this emails coming!

Kendra Mei